Whereon she shot up into the wind, and her sail rattled down.

Thrond whistled to himself.
"Empty as a dry walnut shell, or I am mistaken," he said between his teeth.
Then he shouted to Thorleif, and some order came back.

The sail was lowered, and the ship swung alongside the stranger under oars only, while a rush of men came aft.

Thorleif hailed the other ship to send him a line from the bows, and one flew on board us as we shot past.

Then in a few moments we were under easy sail again, towing the great trader slowly after us; and the men were grumbling at the ease of the capture, thinking, with Thrond, that it boded a useless chase.