Grettir placed his feet against the plank, and yielded not the least.

Glam tugged a second time, much harder than before, but still the cloak did not move.

A third time he pulled with both his hands, so hard that he raised Grettir up from the floor, and now they wrenched the cloak asunder between them.

Glam stood staring at the piece which he held in his hands, and wondering greatly who could have pulled so hard against him.

At that moment Grettir sprang in under the monster's hands, and threw his arms around his waist, intending to make him fall backwards.