As Garret stepped into the light in his priest's gown the man gave a little start of surprise.
"Nay, fear not," answered Garret; "I am God's priest--not the Pope's.

If thou dost own the words of Holy Writ, perchance thou hast even heard the name of Thomas Garret.

It is he who stands before thee now." The shepherd gazed at him for a moment as one in a dream, and then he seized his hand and pressed it to his lips.
"It is he! it is he! I see it now! It is he whose words awoke my sleeping soul! O sir, I heard you preach once in London town, whither I had been sent on a charge of sheep stealing, but was released.

And, indeed, of that offence I was innocent.

But my life had been full of other evils, and I might well have sunk into the bottomless pit of iniquity, but that I heard you preach; and those words of fire entered into my soul, and gave me no rest day or night.