Whenever that was done he insisted on his unalterable determination to fight the offender unless he swallowed his words, which the offender usually did.
The tide was getting slack, and it was time for them to turn if they were to be in for "call-over." Just, however, as they were about to do so, a shout behind attracted them, and they became aware of another four-oared boat approaching with the schoolhouse flag in the prow.

It came along at a fair pace, but with nothing like the style which had marked the Parretts' boat.
The crew consisted of Fairbairn, Porter, Coates, and Gilks, with Crossfield steering: the first time a complete schoolhouse crew had appeared on the river this year.
The blood of the young Parretts was up, and the credit of their house was in question.
"Put it on now," said Parson to his men, as the schoolhouse boat came up.

"Show 'em what you can do! Now then, slide into it! Race 'em!" And the young heroes laid into their work and made Noah's Ark forge along at an unwonted pace.

Parson busily encouraged them, varying his exhortations by occasional taunts addressed to the other boat.
"Now then," he shouted, "two to one on us.

Come on, you there, jolly schoolhouse louts--" "Parson, I'll fight you if you say it again," interposed Telson by way of parenthesis.
"Oh, beg pardon, old man.