A boat was approaching the wharf.

And suddenly from the boat came a hail.
"Halloo! Ahoy, dad! Is that you ?" There was an answering shout from the wharf; a shout of joy.

Then a rattle of oars and a clamor of talk.

And Grace still stood in the doorway, waiting.
The lantern bobbed up the slope.

As it reached the tavern gateway, the minister saw that it was now carried by a tall, active man, who walked with a seaman's stride and roll.