Parson was lounging about at the door, with a towel over his arm, waiting, as any one might have guessed, for Telson.
"Has Bloomfield gone out ?" asked the captain of this youthful hero.
Parson, who ever since the famous breakfast in Riddell's room had looked upon the captain with eyes of favour, replied, "No, I don't think so, I'll go and see if you like." "Thanks.

If he's in, tell him I want to speak to him." "All serene.

Hold my towel, do you mind?
It's Bosher's, and he may try to collar it if he sees me.

And tell Telson I'll be back in a second." And off he went, leaving the captain in charge of Bosher's towel.
He soon returned with a message that Bloomfield was getting up, and would be out in a minute or two.
"I say," said he, after the two had waited impatiently some time, each for his own expected schoolfellow, "did you see much of the fight last night ?" "No," said Riddell, "I didn't see it at all." "Oh, hard lines.

I got there late, as I went to tell Telson.