His voice must have aroused some one who was within, for a door was pushed open, and a figure appeared, who, if he was not Robinson Crusoe, was very like pictures of him.  He had a long beard, and was dressed in goat-skins, and had sandals on his feet, and a thick stick in his hand-- altogether a very wild-looking character.  Jerry drew back, and looked at him very much as if by some incantation he had conjured up the spirit of the long-departed hero.