nd left over their heads and sweeping their
feet, then they would out of harbour and shoot the seine. John was
very anxious. His lips were moving, though he was silent. His body was
mindful of the situation, his soul was praying.

"That be a strange boat," said Penlow after a long gossip; "well
managed, though. The man at her wheel, whoever he be, knows the set of
the tide round here as well as he knows his cabin. I wonder what boat
that be?"

John had no heart to echo the wonder. Another strange boat, doubtless,
bringing more fishers. He said it was getting tea-time, he would go
along. He knew that if the fish were found and there was a seat in a
boat it would be offered him. He would not give his mates the pain of
refusing or of apologising. The next day he would go to St. Ives.

When he reached his cottage he saw Joan and Denas on the door-step
watching the coming boat. Their smiles and interest hurt him. He
walked to the hearth and began to fill his pipe. Then Denas, with a
large paper in her hand, came to his side. She slipped on to his
knee--she laid her cheek against his cheek--she said softly, and oh,
so lovingly:

"Father! father! The boat coming--did you see her?"

"To be sure, Denas. I saw her, my dear."

"She is your boat, father--yours from masthead to keel! All yours!"

He looked at her a moment and then said:

"Speak them words again, Denas."

She spoke them again, smiling with frank delight and love into his
face.

"Thank God! Now tell me about it! Joan, my old dear, come and tell me
about it."

Then they sat down together and told him all, and showed him the St.
Penfer _News_ containing Lawyer Tremaine's statement regarding the
property which had come of right to Denas. And John listened until the
burden he had been carrying rolled quite away from his heart, and with
a great sigh he stood up and said loudly, over and over again, "Thank
God! Thank God! Thank God!" Then, as if a sudden hurry pressed him, he
cried--"Come, Joan! Come, Denas! Let us go to the pier and welcome her
home."

She was just tacking to reach harbour when they mingled with the crowd
of men and women already there. And Ann Trewillow was calling out:
"Why, it is Tris Penrose at her wheel!" Then as she came closer a man
shouted: "It be the _Darling Denas_. It must be John Penelles' boat.
To be sure it be John's boat!" This opinion was reached by an instant
conviction, and every face was turned to John.

"It be my boat,