slippery salmon, and lies at this moment hidden beneath the Fanander
torrent. Here are plenty of cords of flax and hemp and wool, with
which he intended to make other nets. Let us take them, and weave one
like the pattern which lies there in the embers; and then, if I mistake
not, we shall catch the too cunning fellow."

All saw the wisdom of these words, and all set quickly to work. In a
short time they had made a net strong and large, and full of fine
meshes, like the model among the coals. Then they threw it into the
roaring stream, Thor holding to one end, and all the other folk pulling
it the other. With great toil, they dragged it forward, against the
current, even to the foot of the waterfall. But the cunning Loki crept
close down between two sharp stones, and lay there quietly while the
net passed harmlessly over him.

"Let us try again!" cried Thor. "I am sure that something besides dead
rocks lies at the bottom of the stream."

So they hung heavy weights to the net, and began to drag it again, this
time going down stream. Loki looked out from his hiding place, and saw
that he would not be able to escape now by lying between the rocks, and
that his only chance for safety was either to leap over the net, and
hide himself behind the rushing cataract itself, or to swim with the
current out to the sea. But the way to the sea was long, and there
were many shallow places; and Loki had doubts as to how old Aegir would
receive him in his kingdom. He feared greatly to undertake so
dangerous and uncertain a course. So, turning upon his foes, and
calling up all his strength, he made a tremendous leap high into the
air and clean over the net. But Thor was too quick for him. As he
fell toward the water, the Thunderer quickly threw out his hand, and