“How do you know that it was Hund you saw?”
“Don’t I know our boat? And don’t I know his pull? It is no more like Rolf’s than Rolf’s is like master’s.”
“Perhaps he was making for the best fishing-ground as fast as he could.”
“We shall see that by the fish he brings home.”
“True. By supper-time we shall know.”
“Hund will not be home by supper-time,” said Oddo, decidedly.
“Why not? Come, say out what you mean.”
“Well, I will tell you what I saw. I watched him rowing as fast as his arm and the tide would carry him. It was so plain that there was a plan in his head, that I forgot the deer in watching him; and I followed on from point to point, catching a sight now and then, till I had gone a good stretch beyond Salten heights. I was just going to turn back when I took one more look, and he was then pulling in for the land.”
“On the north shore or south?” asked Peder.
“The north—just at the narrow part of the fiord, where one can see into the holes of the rocks opposite.”