Are you going with him? asked the doctor.
Yes, there's a crew of three with him. There'll be four of us in the boat altogether.
I looked at the man in the doorway—he was a young man of about twenty, promising and assured. I liked the look of him, very much.
Secretly I began to be ashamed of not daring to cross the fjord with three men such as he, even though the skipper was 'a bit queer in the head'.
Are you going to-day? said the doctor. Don't you think it's blowing a bit hard?
I don't think old Hrolfur'll let that bother him, said the man and smiled.
Can you use your sails?
Yes, I think so—there's a fair wind.
It was decided that I should go with them. I went to get ready as quickly as possible, and my luggage, saddle and bridle, were carried down to the boat.
The doctor walked to the jetty with us.