"You're wrong," said another voice, "we saw one man's footsteps only, and we are following two."
"Don't I tell you the red man is carrying the other."
"All these miles? Impossible! Anyhow that's their course, not this."
"Why so?"
"Because they're bound for Hafnafiord."
"Why Hafnafiord?"
"To take ship and clear away."
"Tut, man, they've got bigger game than that. They're going to Reykjavik."
"What! To run into the lion's mouth?"
"Yes, and to draw his teeth, too. What has the Captain always said? Why, that the red man has all along been spy for the fair one, and we know who he is. Let him once set foot in Reykjavik and he'll do over again what he did before."