CHAPTER X.
Bunty in the Light of a Hero "'I know him to be valiant.' 'I was told that by one that knows him better than you.' 'What's he ?' 'Marry, he told the so himself, and he said he cared not who knew it'" Bunty had been betrayed into telling another story.

It was a very, big one, and he was proportionately miserable.

Everyone else had gone out but Meg, who was still in bed after her fainting fit, and he had been having a lonely game of cricket down in the paddock by himself.

But even with a brand-new cricket ball this game palls after a time when one has to bowl and bat and backstop in solitary state.

So presently he put his bat over into the garden, and began to throw the ball about in an aimless fashion, while he cogitated on what he should do next.