The tub-pair, mind; look sharp!" "Please, Bloomfield," says Parson, meekly, "do you mind if I get Parks to cox you?
I've not looked at my Caesar yet, and I've got eight French verbs to do besides for Coates." "Do you hear me?
Go and see if Game's up," replies Bloomfield.

"If you choose not to do your work overnight, and get impositions for breaking rules into the bargain, it's not my lookout, is it ?" "But I only went--" begins the unfortunate Parson.
"I'll went you with the flat of a bat if you don't cut," shouts Bloomfield.

Whereat his fag vanishes.
Game, of course, is fast asleep, but on him Parson has no notion of bestowing the pains he had devoted to Bloomfield.

Finding the sleeper deaf to all his calls, he adopts the simple expedient of dipping the end of a towel in water and laying it neatly across the victim's face, shouting in his ear at the same time, "Game, I say, Bloomfield's waiting for you down at the boats." Having delivered himself of which, he retreats rather hastily, and only just in time.
The row up the river that morning was rather pleasant than otherwise.
When once they were awake the morning had its effect on the spirits of all three boys.

Even Parson, sitting lazily in the stern, listening to the Sixth Form gossip of the two rowers, forgot about his Caesar and French verbs, and felt rather glad he had turned out after all.
The chief object of the present expedition was not pleasure by any means as far as Bloomfield and Game were concerned.