But such is life.

Patriotism goes before friendship, and times do come when one must wish confusion to one's dearest brother.
So I rubbed down one of Warminster's calves while Trimble rubbed the other, and Langrish gave him a word of advice about his start, and Coxhead arranged to call on him for his spurt twenty yards from the finish.

With the exception of the other evening when he arrived at my mother's party I had never seen Warminster so meek and nervous.

He behaved exactly as if we were taking a last farewell, and would, I think, have embraced us had we encouraged him to do so.
"Now then," said Langrish, "give us your blazer.

Bend well over your toes for the start, and do it all in a breath." "Run straight on your track, and don't try to take the other chaps' water," said Trimble.
"Don't look round at me when I yell, but bucket all you can," said Coxhead.
"Don't pull up till after the pistol has gone," said I.