The ship was passing us, and not more than an arrow flight from us.

It seemed almost impossible that we should not see her.
Suddenly, there came a sharp whistle, and the roll of the oars ceased.

Gerda started away from the gunwale and looked at us, and Dalfin set his hand on his sword hilt.

It was just as if they had spied us, and I half expected to see the tall stemhead of the ship come towering through the thickness over our rail.

There was nothing to tell us how fast we were going through the water, and we seemed still.