Without disturbing the Troll wife he reached under the bed, pulled out the big money-bag full of silver pieces, threw it over his shoulder, and hurried home.
He was measuring the money when he heard the Troll hallooing across to him:
“Olli! Oh, Olli, are you there?”
“Yes,” Olli shouted back, “I’m here! What do you want?”
“Olli, have you got my money-bag?”
“Yes, I’ve got your money-bag but it’s my money-bag now!”
A few days later Olli said:
“Do you know, the Troll has a beautiful coverlet woven of silk and gold. I think I’ll go over and get it.”
His father as usual protested but Olli laughed at him merrily and went. He took with him an auger and a can of water. He hid until it was dark, then climbed the roof of the Troll’s house and bored a hole right over the bed. When the Troll and his wife went to sleep he sprinkled some water on the coverlet and on their faces.