No time was lost in the dressing-room, and in two minutes they were all standing in flannel trousers and silk jerseys at the landing-place.
“You had better keep your jackets on,” said the Captain; “we sha'n't be off yet.”
“There goes Brazen-nose.”
“They look like work, don't they?”
“The black and yellow seems to slip along so fast. They're no end of good colors. I wish our new boat was black.”
“Hang her colors, if she's only stiff in the back, and don't dip.”
“Well, she didn't dip yesterday; at least, the men on the bank said so.”
“There go Baliol, and Oriel, and University.”
“By Jove, we shall be late! Where's Miller?”
“In the shed, getting the boat out. Look, here's Exeter.”