The weary men laid in the oars at that moment, and threw themselves down to rest.
"Ho, Saxon!" he said, "on my word I had forgotten you.

Who had you tied up ?" "I did," said Thrond.

"He said somewhat about taking back a promise, and wanted to go overboard." Thorleif stooped and unbound me, and I thanked him.
"Well, you won't go overboard now," he said, nodding toward the shore.
The great rock of Portland was broad off on our right, and maybe we were five miles from the nearest shore.

Astern--for we were still heading out to sea--the smoke of burning Weymouth hung black against the blue sky.

It was just such a day as yesterday, fair and warm, and the land I loved had never seemed so lovely.
"Let me go, chief," I said; "it is of no use for you to keep me." "Why," he answered, "I don't know that it is.