“My dear fellow, it isn't my moonshine; you must settle the matter with the philosophers. I only apply a universal law to a particular case.”
Tom, unconscious of the pearls of economic lore which were being poured out for the benefit of the crew, was watching the Exeter eight as it glided away towards the Cherwell. He thought they seemed to keep horribly good time.
“Halloa, Drysdale; look, there's Jack going across in one of the punts.”
“Of course it is. You don't suppose he would go down to see the race.”
“Why won't Miller let us start? Almost all the boats are off.”
“There's plenty of time. We may just as well be up here as dawdling about the bank at Iffley.”
“We sha'n't go down till the last; Miller never lets us get out down below.”
“Well, come; here's the boat, at last.”
The new boat now emerged from its shed, guided steadily to where they were standing by Miller and the waterman. Then the coxswain got out and called for bow, who stepped forward.
“Mind how you step now, there are no bottom boards, said Miller.