f young hands', put his opponents in first. Norris was not so liberal. He may have been young, but he was not so young as that. The sun was shining on as true a wi

, all things considered, he rather thought that they would bat, and he w

An amateur of lengthy frame took the ball, a man of pace, to judge from the number of slips. Norris asked for 'two leg'. An obliging umpire informed him that he had got two l

it may be the other side batting after all. Some miscreant has possibly lifted your best bowler into the road. The suspense is awful. It ought to be a School rule that the captain of the team should send a message round the form-rooms stating briefly and lucidly the result of the toss. Then one would know where one was. As it is, the entire form is dependent on the man sitting under the window. The form-master turns to write on the blackboar

the exact antithesis of this great and good gentleman, on seeing a boy taking fitful glances through the window, would observe acidly, 'You are at perfect liberty, Jones, to watch the match if you care to, but if you do you will come in in the afternoon

he other end, make one feel positively ill. When the first ten has gone up on the scoring-board matters begin to right themselves. Today ten went up quickly. The fast man's first ball was outside the off-stump and a half-volley, and Norris, whatever the state of his nerves at the time, never forgot

anything for a change, now put in a very short one. Norris, a new man after t

n. Baker was a steady, plodding bat. He played five balls gently to mid-on, and glanced the sixth for a single to leg.

forty-three Baker was shattered by the man of pace, and retired with twenty to

flash. In a School match it would have been a boundary. But today there was unusual talent in the slips. The man from Middlesex darted forward and sideways. He took the ball one-handed two inches from the ground, and received the a

ets had fallen in two balls, and the fast bowler was swelling visibly with determination to do the hat-trick. Bu

n it, and forced the ball past the bowler for a singl

ays gives you the idea that he's doing you a personal

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nner, and the School, leaving the form-rooms at the exact moment when the fatal ball

re of seeing Marriott at the wickets. Marriott ought to do something special today. Unfortuna

t have had of overlooking the note which his uncle had left for him on the empty cash-box disappeared. The two things caught his eye simultaneously. He opened the note and read it. It

pped out of everything suddenly. Surprise was not the

to consider

ned. Gethryn had the very strongest objections to his uncle, considered purely as a human being; but the fact remained that he was

ction, Anfield, fifteen miles off by a good road. A train left Anfield for London at three-thirty. It was now a little past two. On a bicycle he could do it easily, and get back with his prize by about five, if he rode hard. In that case all would be well. Only three of the School wickets had fallen, and the pitch was playing as true as concrete. Besides, there was Pringle still in at one end, well set, and surely Marriott a

then he could not see, owing to the trees which stood between him and the School grounds. But he heard the crack of ball meeting bat, and a great howl of applause went up from the invisible audience. A boundary, apparently. Yes, there was the umpire signalling it. Evidently a long stand was going to be