Kettle of the Mark said—"We will now run for our horses, for we cannot hold our own here, for the overbearing strength of these men".
Then they ran for their horses, and leapt on their backs; and Thorgeir said—
"Wilt thou that we chase them? if so, we shall yet slay some of them."
"He rides last," says Kari, "whom I would not wish to slay, and that is Kettle of the Mark, for we have two sisters to wife; and besides, he has behaved best of all of them as yet in our quarrels."
Then they got on their horses, and rode till they came home to Holt. Then Thorgeir made his brothers fare away east to Skoga, for they had another farm there, and because Thorgeir would not that his brothers should be called truce-breakers.
Then Thorgeir kept many men there about him, so that there were never fewer than thirty fighting men there.
Then there was great joy there, and men thought Thorgeir had grown much greater, and pushed himself on; both he and Kari too. Men long kept in mind this hunting of theirs, how they two rode upon fifteen men and slew those five, but put those ten to flight who got away.
Now it is to be told of Kettle, that they rode as they best might till they came home to Swinefell, and told how bad their journey had been.
Flosi said it was only what was to be looked for; "and this is a warning that ye should never do the like again".
Flosi was the merriest of men, and the best of hosts, and it is so said that he had most of the chieftain in him of all the men of his time.