brought it about!" and clasping his arms round Sara, he drew her from
the settle, and twisted her round in a wild dance of delight, Sara
entreating, laughing, and scolding in turns.

"Caton pawb! the boy will kill me!" but he seated her gently on the
settle before he went away.

"I'll be on the wharf to meet you to-morrow, Sara, and see you safe on
board the _Fairy Queen_. Good-night, woman, 'tis a merry heart you are
sending away to-night!" and as he passed up the street they heard his
cheerful whistle until he had turned the corner.




CHAPTER XXII

GETHIN'S STORY

True to his promise, Gethin was early at the docks, and as he sat
dangling his legs over a coil of rope, he laughed and slapped his knee,
when amongst the crowd of loiterers on the wharf-side he saw Sara's red
mantle appear.

"Didn't I say so?" he exclaimed, crossing to meet her, "didn't I say
you'd be here an hour and a half too soon? Just like a country woman!
why, the ship must wait for the tide, Sara fâch. But I'm glad you're
come, we shall have time for a chat; there's some things I want you to
know before I see you again."