Following the instructions that they had received, in ten minutes they reached the end of the lane.
"We were to throw away the rope, were we not ?" Ryan said.
"Yes, but now we are here, there can be no use in our doing so.

If a length of rope were found lying in the road, people would wonder who had thrown it away; besides, it is a good stout piece of new rope, and may be of use to the fisherman." Counting the doors carefully as they went along, they came to the twelfth where, before they reached it, the red glow from a pipe showed that a man was standing outside.
"It is a dark night, mate," Terence said in a low tone, as he came up to him.
"That is right," the man replied; "come in." He stood aside as they entered, closed the door behind them, and then lifted a piece of old canvas thrown over a lighted lantern..