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scrambled over the spikes and I followed. We 

 landed safe, and we fished away up the Dale. 

 I caught a brace of very fine trout by a mighty 

 long cast at the back of the island near the 

 Twelve Apostles, and regretfully returned them 

 to their native element. 



The Master also had not been fortunate, and 

 when we came back to the gate he found him- 

 self "hoist with his own petard." The key 

 would not unlock the gate, and so while these 

 two were pottering at the lock, the Amateur 

 Angler, with his usual juvenile agility, climbed 

 over the spiked wall. This wall presents a 

 somewhat formidable difficulty to climbers less 

 agile than myself. My companions did not care 

 to face it, and being encased in waterproof 

 waders, they preferred to take to the water ; but 

 I am not sure that the water did not over-top 

 their waders, though they made no confession 

 to me. 



