"Too late!" muttered Guttorm bitterly, as he looked back; "we are pursued, and must hold on." "Not so," answered one of his chief men; "that is Solve Klofe's ship." "Is that so?" cried Guttorm, while the colour mounted to his pale cheek, and the fire shone in his old eyes; "then have I better luck than I had looked for. Quick, get to land! The breeze that brings Solve down will reach us soon.

Just then the ship on the right of Solve Klofe's vessel was also boarded by the enemy. Seeing this, Erling called to Glumm that there was need of succour there, and they rowed swiftly to the spot. "Art thou hard pressed, Solve?" asked Erling, as he ranged up to the stern of his friend's ship.