They used to make baskets during the day, and thieve during a great part of the night.

I had not been with them twelve hours before old Fulcher told me that I must thieve as well as the rest.

I demurred at first, for I remembered the fate of my father, and what he had told me about leaving off bad courses, but soon allowed myself to be over-persuaded; more especially as the first robbery I was asked to do was a fruit robbery.

I was to go with young Fulcher and steal some fine Morell cherries, which grew against a wall in a gentleman's garden; so young Fulcher and I went and stole the cherries, one half of which we ate, and gave the rest to the old man, who sold them to a fruiterer ten miles off from the place where we had stolen them.

The next night old Fulcher took me out with himself.