Mr Parrett said nothing to the three dripping boys who stood before him, but called to the boys in the boat to row in, bringing the skiff with them.
All the while this was being done, Telson and Parson looked despairingly at one another, and darted scared looks at Mr Parrett.

He appeared not to notice them, but stood impatiently waiting for the boats.
"Is the scull broken ?" he called out as they approached.
"No, sir," said Wakefield.
The skiff was put in close to the bank, and a brief examination showed that it was not damaged.

Mr Parrett got into it, and without saying a word began to push off.
"Please, sir," cried Parson at this point, feeling that his last chance was going, "I'm so sorry.

We didn't know it was you, sir.

It was all my fault." "No, sir," shouted Telson, "it was all my fault.