In a few minutes more I should know if he crossed Hoxne bridge, and if he did so they were safe.
I lost sight of the party as they came into a wood, and there my horse stumbled.

He had lost a shoe.

That was little to me now, but it kept me back; and now I heard the quick gallop of horses behind me, and looked to see who came, for I thought that more fugitives followed, most likely.

I had heard the sound coming on the wind more than once before as I rode on the wayside grass.
They were Danes.

Twelve of them there were, and foremost of all rode Ingvar on his black horse.