I could not see the top of this road, but no doubt it was that along which Thorgils and the princess had gone, and no doubt also Evan thought to carry me up it before long.
I had a hope that my friend would return too soon for that, but it was a slender one.

It was plain that he had gone too far for me to call to him.

Yet could I win clear of the ship I might find or fight my way up after him, and that seemed easy with only these three Welshmen against me, and they expecting no attack.
I looked for the two who were left if I slew Evan.

One sat under the weather gunwale, wrapped in a great cloak, and seemed to be sleeping.

The other was not far off on the landing place, watching Evan, who was speaking with a dozen men at the foot of the rock-hewn road.