"It is not so cold." The long, smooth sea was going down also, or he would not have kept his footing as he did.

I looked up sharply, and met the Saxon's eye.

A calm to come was the last thing we wished.
"Maybe there is a shift of wind coming," Bertric said.

"No reason why we may not make the most of what breeze is left now." "It is the merest chance if any man spies us by this time," I said.
"We will risk it." So we stepped the mast and set sail, heading eastward at once.

We trimmed the boat by putting Dalfin in the bows, while I steered, and the Saxon sat on the floor aft and tended sheet.