Nothing must stop the harvest, not even the homecoming of Gethin." The men stooped to their work again, but there were muttered comments on the master's want of feeling.
"Dei anwl! if it had been Will," said one man to his neighbour, "the reaping would have been thrown to the winds, and we would have had a grand supper on the fatted calf.

But Gethin is different.

There's a fine fellow he is!" "Yes," said another; "did you notice his broad chest and his bright eyes?
Will looks nothing by him." And they looked after the two young men as they passed through the gap together, Ebben Owens taking up Will's sickle and setting to work in his place.
Meanwhile Gethin, with a sailor's light, swinging gait, hastened Will's more measured steps towards the homestead.
"Well, Will lad, there's glad I am to see thee!" "And I," said Will.

"No one knows how much I grieved after thee at first, but latterly I was beginning to get used to thy absence." "Well, 'twas quite the contrary with me, now," said Gethin.

"At first I was full of the new scenes and people around me, and I didn't think much about old Wales or any of you; but as the time went on my heart seemed to ache more and more for the old home--more and more, more and more!--till at last I made up my mind I would give up the sea and go back to Garthowen and stay, if they wanted me there, and help the old man on the farm.