Kildare and Isaacs were together, and Westonhaugh and I on the other side, with two men I knew slightly.

We won the charge, and Westonhaugh, who was a celebrated player, struck the ball off cleverly, and I followed him up with a rush as he raced after it.

Isaacs, on the other side, swept along easily, and as the ball swerved on striking the ground bent far over till he looked as though he were out of the saddle and stopped it cleverly, while Kildare, who was close behind, got a good stroke in just in time, as Westonhaugh and I galloped down on him, and landed the ball far to the rear near our goal.

As we wheeled quickly, I saw that one of the other two men on our side had stopped it and was beginning to "dribble" it along.

This was very bad play, both Westonhaugh and I being so far forward, and it met its reward.