And all this part where we are is the little-side ground, right up to the trees; and on the other side of the trees is the big-side ground, where the great matches are played.

And there's the island in the farthest corner; you'll know that well enough next half, when there's island fagging.

I say, it's horrid cold; let's have a run across." And away went East, Tom close behind him.

East was evidently putting his best foot foremost; and Tom, who was mighty proud of his running, and not a little anxious to show his friend that, although a new boy, he was no milksop, laid himself down to work in his very best style.

Right across the close they went, each doing all he knew, and there wasn't a yard between them when they pulled up at the island moat.
"I say," said East, as soon as he got his wind, looking with much increased respect at Tom, "you ain't a bad scud, not by no means.