Ever at that little distance he heard Grettir labor in his sleep, and oft the outlaw moaned and groaned. At times he started up and looked abroad, but he could see nothing by the light of the stars. But when dawn came, then Grettir slept peacefully; and when it was broad day he still lay sleeping. His face in sleep was sad and noble, with signs of a hasty temper; his frame was great indeed. He lay so long that Rolf at last strung his bow and shot an arrow into the ground by him. Grettir started from his sleep, grasping his weapons and looking about for his foes. Never in his life Rolf forgot that sight, which few men had seen without ruing it, of Grettir angry and ready for the fray. But Grettir saw no one, for he looked about on the hillside below him. Then Rolf spoke: "Here am I, Grettir." Then the outlaw saw him, and put up his shield against a second arrow. Rolf said: "Had I wished, I could have slain thee in thy sleep." "Rather will I believe," answered Grettir, "that thou hast shot thy last arrow, and missed." Rolf showed him his full quiver, and Grettir lowered his shield. "How camest thou here?" he asked. "I made sure that thou wert gone." "Not very sure," answered Rolf. "And how," asked Grettir, "didst thou reach that place? I had weened no man could mount that rock." "I am but a boy," answered Rolf, "yet men call me Cragsman." "Now I am well shamed," cried Grettir, "that a boy hath so outwitted me! And this I believe, that thou mightest have slain me; for a good archer I found thee yesterday. Still more will I say, that yesterday I had near suffered a hurt at thy hands, so that I was considering whether to retreat before thee, or to take my shield, and neither have I yet done before a single archer. Now let me ask thee, why didst thou stop shooting then; and why didst thou not slay me here as I lay?" "Because," answered Rolf, "thou, or no man in Iceland, canst give me the help I need." "Come down," said Grettir, "and we will eat together." So they breakfasted together, of dried meat and the milk of the ewe. "How was thy sleep there on the crag?" asked Grettir. "No worse," answered Rolf, "than thine here on the ledge. Why didst thou sleep so ill?" Then Grettir answered soberly: "One of my few good deeds is so repaid that I see shapes in the dark, and my sleep is broken. For I slew Glam the ghost who wasted Thorhallstead, but ere I cut off his head he laid on me that spell. So I am a fearsome man in the dark, though in the day no man may daunt me. But what can I do for thee?" "Let me see," answered Rolf, "if with the bow thou canst shoot farther than I." "Thou art a vain lad," said Grettir, somewhat displeased. "For that alone earnest thou hither?" "Be not wroth," begged Rolf, "for I have the best of reasons." And he told the story of his father's death and of the need for a good archer. Grettir smiled. "And couldst thou find no man," asked he, "who is within the law, to do this for thee?"