But for the skilful handling of the boat by Bertric, I know we might have been swamped at times in the following seas, but Dalfin knew naught of the peril.

He baled when it was his turn, cheerfully, and slept be times, so that I envied him his carelessness and trust in us.
The wind wore round to the northwest at its last and hardest, and then sank quickly.

On the third morning we were in bright sunshine, and the sea was going down fast, and again we were heading east, with a half hope of making some landfall in Norway, if anywhere.

At noon we shared the last loaf in just such a calm as had fallen on us at first; and at last Bertric and I might sleep again, leaving Dalfin to keep watch.

We might be in the track of vessels from Norway westward and southward, but we could not tell, and maybe we expected him to see nothing.