One day Jerry and I set off, he taking the shorter distance and I the long way, that we might have the pleasure of looking at each other across the passage.  I do not know that we had any better reason. Accompanied by old Surley, I set off by daybreak, as over such rough ground it was difficult to make good more than two miles an hour.  It was therefore the evening when I got there.  I looked eagerly across the channel.  There stood Jerry, shouting and beckoning to me.  I shouted to him, and made all sorts of signals expressive of my delight at seeing him.