“He might have cut our heads off!” they said, shuddering to think of the awful risk they had run.
Olli laughed at them.
“Come on!” he kept saying to them day after day. “Let’s go across the Bay to the Troll’s!”
“We’ll do no such thing!” they told him. “And you wouldn’t suggest it either if you weren’t so young and foolish!”
“Well,” Olli announced at last, “if you won’t come with me I’m going alone. I’ve heard that the Troll has a horse with hairs of gold and silver. I’ve decided I want that horse.”
“Olli,” his father said, “I don’t believe you ought to go. You know what your brothers say. That old Troll is an awfully sly one!”
But Olli only laughed.
“Good-by!” he called back as he waved his hand. “When you see me again I’ll be riding the Troll’s horse!”