So they lay low for two mortal hours, and by the time Grandcourt was reached discovered that their dusty heads and limbs ached not a little.
"You'd better come out and cheek it," said Hooker, as the coach pulled up; "you're bound to get into a row, so you may as well enjoy yourselves." Dick's intention had been to get taken on under the seat to the stables, and there make his escape.

But after all there was not much less risk that way than in following Hooker's advice.

So they tumbled out with the crowd, and kept near Hooker, on whose support they felt entitled to rely, after the service rendered to him in the battle of the lower step.
Every one was so excited about the match, and so anxious to show off well to the Grandcourt boys, that no one took any notice of the two small interlopers, which was a matter of great thankfulness to our heroes.
Their spirits gradually rose as they found themselves sitting comfortably among a knot of Templetonians, in the glorious Grandcourt meadow, with a superb view of the match.

They lost all their reserve, and joined wildly in the cheers for the old school, heedless of every consideration of prudence and self-preservation.
And they certainly had some excuse for their enthusiasm.

For Templeton walked away from her enemy from the very first, in a style which amazed even her most ardent admirers.
In their first innings they put together 215 as smartly and merrily as if they were playing against an eleven of the Den.