But at length there was a rustling farther off; it ceased a moment, and then began again.

He rises, his heart throbs, the blood rushes to his head; then something breaks through the brushes close by him; but it is a large, shaggy dog, which, on seeing him, pauses on three legs without stirring.

It is the dog from the Upper Heidegards, and close behind him another rustling is heard.

The dog turns his head and wags his tail; now Marit appears.
A bush caught her dress; she turned to free it, and so she was standing when Oyvind saw her first.

Her head was bare, her hair twisted up as girls usually wear it in every-day attire; she had on a thick plaid dress without sleeves, and nothing about the neck except a turned-down linen collar.