So they began to argue about the matter, and Streone watched my face, for this was pleasure to him, as it seemed, though he did not look straight at me.

I wished they would hasten, that was all.
Now the horseman and his follower came up, and lo! Egil was the rider, and with him was Thrand.
"Ho!" cried Egil, "hold hard.

That is my man." Streone turned on him with a snarl.
"Your man!" he said.

"I took him.

Hold your peace." "There you lie," quoth Thrand.