Fortunately, the sun's rays came down hot and bright, and the rock grew warmer, so that by degrees the terribly void look began to leave Mark Penelly's face, and at last, when Harry held out his hand, saying, "Do you feel better?" Mark Penelly caught it in both of his, clung to it, and, turning half over on his face, laid his forehead against it, and, forgetting his years of manhood, lay there in his weakness, and sobbed and cried like a child. They were on that rock till nightfall, when a passing lugger bound for the fishing-ground answered their hail, and sent a boat to take them off, giving them the news that Harry's boat had been found ashore, with only one oar, and Mark Penelly's clothes beyond Carn Du, and that they were mourned as lost. This mourning was soon, however, turned into joy; but before the two young men parted at the harbour Mark said humbly: "Forgive me, Harry, and I'll try to be another man." With a frank smile on his face Harry held out his hand, and giving the other's a hearty grip he exclaimed: "Ask God to forgive you, Mark; I am going to forget the past. I thank Him that I saved your life." End of Project Gutenberg's A Terrible Coward, by George Manville Fenn