“Yes, a lot you and your friend Pil know about rowing,” sneered Parson.
“Know as much as you do!”
“Pity if you know such a lot you can’t put a boat on the river.”
“I tell you what we’ll do,” said Cusack. “Pil and I will row any two of your lot; there now. Funk it, eh?”
Parson looked hard at the speaker, and then glanced at Telson. Telson glanced back at Parson, and then eyed the Welchers grimly.
“You’d promise fair play?” asked Parson.
“Of course we would; we always do.”
“You’d give us fair play, then?” demanded Parson.
“Yes, honour bright.”
“All serene. Telson and I will row you; eh, Telson?”