A man stood up in it with his hand stretched out in a strange way, and I heard a yell.

Then the boat was gone, and past us drifted oars and crushed planking, and a helm floating like an upturned bowl.

She had been run down.
Close by the bows of our boat a head came to the surface, and the face was turned to us.

I knew it, for it was that of Asbiorn Heidreksson, and in a flash I minded that once I said that the day might come when I could repay him for letting us go--saving our lives, rather.

He had his full mail on him, and was sinking, when I gripped his hair and held it.