Then he got his hands on the gunwale and stared at us.
Gerda had hidden her face in her hands, for he was not the only one who had been swept past us.

There were still cries, which rang in my ears, from men who were sinking as we passed on.
Bertric felt the boat lurch, and looked round.

He saw the head above the gunwale, and the clutching hands on it, and reached for his oar.
"Hold hard!" I cried, staying the thrust which was coming.

"It is Asbiorn!" He dropped the oar again with a short laugh.
"Lucky for him that so it is," he said; "but I am glad you saved him." "It is not to be supposed that I am welcome," said Asbiorn, mighty coolly; "but on my word I did not know it was you whom I was chasing.

You ought to be in Shetland.