the ranks of the house team. Mild youths with spectacles leaped out
of their ground like tigers, and snicked fours through the slips.
When the innings concluded, blood had been spilt--from an injured
finger--but the total was a hundred and two.

Then Clephane walked across to the School shop for a vanilla ice. He
said he could get more devil, as it were, into his bowling after a
vanilla ice. He had a couple.

When he bowled his first ball it was easy to see that there was truth
in the report of the causes of his inclusion in the second eleven and
exclusion from the first. The batsman observed somewhat weakly, "Here,
I _say!_" and backed towards square leg. The ball soared over the
wicket-keep's head and went to the boundary. The bowler grinned
pleasantly, and said he was just getting his arm in.

The second ball landed full-pitch on the batsman's right thigh. The
third was another full pitch, this time on the top of the middle
stump, which it smashed. With profound satisfaction the batsman
hobbled to the trees, and sat down. "Let somebody else have a shot,"
he said kindly.

Appleby's made twenty-eight that innings.

Their defeat by an innings and fifty-three runs they attributed
subsequently to the fact that only seven of the team could be induced
to go to the wickets in the second venture.

"So you've managed to win a match," grunted Henfrey, "I should like to
have been there."