Halla (laughing coldly). We're only the foxes who take their sheep.
Kari (to Arnes). How did you hide your stores when you were alone?
Arnes. I had many hiding-places. Once I stole some twenty-eight pounds of butter. I stuffed it down into a fissure in a rock.
Kari. That was pretty shrewd.
(They are silent.)
Halla. Did you have a clear outlook from the mountain this afternoon?
Kari. Yes. There was a little mist far to the southward.
Halla. It was from the south that the cloud came in my dream.
Kari. You can never forget about that dream.
Halla. I counted fourteen men who came riding out of the cloud. (Silent for a moment.) You are quite sure the two men whose tracks you saw a month ago did not get on our trail?