We laid in the oars now and watched the pursuers.

They had not the least chance of overhauling us before we were picked up by the ship, and they knew it.

Still they were pulling after us, and one of the men in the stern hailed once or twice, making signs that we were to be taken by the ships.

I thought that the figure seemed like that of Asbiorn, as I had seen him on the stern after I went overboard, but I could not be sure.

Our boat slipped along fast, and his crew were not hurrying so much at this time.
I looked back at the ships, and they were worth a second glance.