“Hilda has strange thoughts,” observed the boy.
“So has Erling,” remarked his companion.
“And so has Ada,” said Alric, with a sly glance.
Glumm looked up quickly. “What knowest thou about Ada?” said he.
The sly look vanished before Glumm had time to observe it, and an expression of extreme innocence took its place as the lad replied—
“I know as much about her as is usual with one who has known a girl, and been often with her, since the day he was born.”
“True,” muttered Glumm, stooping to fasten the thongs that laced the untanned shoes on his feet. “Ada has strange thoughts also, as thou sayest. Come now, take thy spear, and let us be gone.”
“Where shall we go to-day?” asked Alric.
“To the wolf’s glen.”
“To the wolf’s glen? that is far.”