"Old Parson is coxing Parrett's, and it looks like a win for them.

Only we aren't so bad, and now Gilks is out of the boat and Riddell's settled as cox we ought to make a race of it.

Fairbairn's quite as long a reach as Bloomfield, only he doesn't kick his stretcher so hard--does he, Parson ?" "Rather not," said Parson.

"That's where we get the pull of you; besides, I'm a lighter weight than Riddell, though he's boiled down a good bit since he went into training." "Good deal depends on who gets the inside berth," said Telson, delightfully oblivious of the bewildered Mrs Paddy's presence.

"It's a jolly long swing round Willow Point for the outsiders--half a length at least." "Yes; but it's just as bad round the corner at the finish the other way." "Ah! talking about the race, I see," said the doctor, returning to the group at this point.