"Why don't they try Mansfield ?" "Shut up.

Lie down under the seat, and don't talk to me," said Hooker, flushed with excitement.
"Pledge has bowled four maidens running," said Heathcote, determined that no one should blame the bowler _he_ had assisted to train.
"What's the use of bowling maidens?
Why don't he bowl the boys, and have done with it ?" said Duffield.
Dick looked at Heathcote; Heathcote looked at Dick; Duffield hummed a ditty.

How could he do such a thing at such a time, and in such a place?
Oh, had he been only in the Mountjoy waggonette on a lonely road, what a business meeting they could have held! As it was, there was only time to crush the debtor's hat down over his eyes, and dig him on each side in the ribs, when a general stir betokened some important movement on the field of battle.
"By George! they're going to change bowlers," said Hooker.

"Quite time, too." "No, they're not," replied Dick, "they're going to change ends.

Awful low trick to put Cresswell with the light in his eyes." "Pledge has had it in his all the last hour," said Heathcote.
"Shut up, you kids, and don't make such a row.