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The three went on, and Young Jerry went on, until the three stopped under a bank overhanging the road. Upon the top of the bank was a low brick wall, surmounted by an iron railing. In the shadow of bank and wall the three turned out of the road, and up a blind lane, of which the wall- there, risen to some eight or ten feet high- formed one side. Crouching down in a corner, peeping up the lane, the next object that Young Jerry saw, was the form of his honoured parent, pretty well defined against a watery and clouded moon, nimbly scaling an iron gate.

He was soon over, and then the second fisherman got over, and then the third. They all dropped softly on the ground within the gate, and lay there a little- listening perhaps. Then, they moved away on their hands and knees. ¡¡¡¡It was now Young Jerry's turn to approach the gate: which he did, holding his breath. Crouching down again in a corner there, and looking in, he made out the three