Pull away, you fellows! Parretts for ever! No Riddell for us! Three cheers for Bloomfield! You're gaining, you fellows.

Oh, well pulled indeed our boat!" The schoolhouse boat had slackened speed, and paddling gently alongside, was taking careful note of these audacious youngsters, who, puffing and plunging along, fully believed they were beating the picked four of the rival house by their own prowess.
The big boys seemed amused on the whole, and good-humouredly kept up the semblance of a race for about half a mile, taking care to give the challenging crew a wide berth.
At last, after about ten minutes had been spent in this way, and when the young champions were all, except Parson, fairly exhausted, Crossfield took out his watch and said to his crew, winking as he did so, "Time we turned, you fellows; it's five o'clock.

Easy all, pull bow side! back water, stroke!" And so saying, the schoolhouse boat suddenly turned round and started off at a smart pace down stream, where it was soon out of reach of the parting taunts and opprobrious noises which Parson, for the credit of his house, continued to hurl at its crew till they were beyond earshot.
Then it suddenly began to occur to these elated young navigators that if it had been time for the four-oar to turn three minutes ago it was possibly time for them to turn also.
"What did he say the time was ?" asked King.
"Five o'clock!" said Lawkins.
"Five o'clock! and call-over is at 5:20! We can't do it in the time!" exclaimed Parson, aghast.
"My eye, what a row there'll be," groaned Telson.

"I've been late for call-over twice this week already, and I'm certain to get reported now!" "So shall I be," said Bosher.
"It's all a vile dodge of those schoolhouse cads," exclaimed King.

"I mean," said he (perceiving that Telson was about to make a remark), "of those cads.