With a mighty tug he snatches the clothes off the bed, and, dragging with all his might at the arm of the obstinate hero, yells out, "I say, Bloomfield, it's half-past six, and you wanted to be up at six.

Get up!" The effect of these combined efforts is that Bloomfield sits up in bed, rubbing his eyes, and demands, "Half-past six! Why didn't you call me at six, you young cad, eh ?" "So I did." "Don't tell crams.

If you'd called me at six I should have been up, shouldn't I ?" exclaimed Bloomfield.

"I tell you I did call you," retorts the fag.
"Look here," says Bloomfield, becoming alarmingly wide-awake, "I don't want any of your cheek.

Go and see if Game's up, and then see if the boat's ready.