But shaking his knife in the air, Samoa yet defied the strangers; nor could we prevent him.

His heathenish blood was up.
Standing foremost in the boat, I now assured the strangers, that all we sought at their hands was the maiden in the tent.

That captive surrendered, our own, unharmed, should be restored.

If not, they must die.

With a cry, they started to their feet, and brandished their clubs; but, seeing Jarl's harpoon quivering over the hearts of our prisoners, they quickly retreated; at last signifying their acquiescence in my demand.