"You know where to follow?
Where it took my Helma and my little Freda ?" "Just that, Olaf Huldricksson," I answered.

"Just that! I pledge you my life that I know." Da Costa stepped forward.

"He speaks true, Olaf.

You go faster on the Suwarna than on the Br-rw-un'ilda, Olaf, yes." The giant Norseman, still gripping my hand, looked at him.

"I know you, Da Costa," he muttered.