But when his long absent friend appeared on the scene his self-restraint was thrown to the winds, and Gethin in vain tried to check the joyous barks which accompanied his frantic gambols of greeting.
"Art come to guard the poor old man, lad ?" whispered Gethin, holding up a reproving finger.
"Yes," said Tudor, as plainly as bark could speak.
"Then hush-sh-sh," said Gethin, pointing to the closed door, and Tudor smothered his barks.
The murmur of voices inside the chapel was distinctly audible, blending with the soft murmur of the sea.

In a few moments the doors were opened, and the congregation filed out with a more than usually solemn look in their faces; some of the women dried their eyes, and actually refrained from even a whispered remark until they had got fairly outside the "cwrt." Gethin kept out of sight until he saw his father leave the chapel, followed closely by Ann and Gwilym.

The bent head and subdued appearance of the old man went straight to the sailor's warm, impulsive heart.

With a single step he was at his father's side, taking his arm and linking it in his own.
"Who is it ?" said Ebben Owens, his eyes blinded by tears and the darkening twilight.
"Gethin it is, father bach! come home to ask your forgiveness for all his foolish ways, and to stick to you and to old Garthowen for ever and ever." "Is it Gethin ?" asked the old man, in a tone of awed astonishment; "is it Gethin indeed?
Then God has forgiven me.

I said to myself: 'When I see my boy Gethin at home again, then will I believe that God has forgiven me.' Now I will be happy though I'm turned out of the Sciet.
God will not turn me out of heaven, now that Gethin my son has forgiven me.