CHAPTER ELEVEN.
FELLSGARTH VERSUS RENDLESHAM.
How it came that Rollitt played, after all, in the Rendlesham match, no one could properly understand.
His name was not down on the original list.

Yorke _had_ given up asking him to play, as he always either accused himself, or, what was worse, promised to come and failed at the last moment.
After the defeat of the Moderns at the second election, the question of the selection of the fifteen had been allowed to drop; and those who were keen on victory hoped no further difficulty would arise.

Two days before the match, however, Brinkman was unlucky enough to hurt his foot, and to his great mortification was forbidden by the doctor to play.

The news of his accident caused general consternation, as he was known to be a good forward and a useful man in a scrimmage.

Clapperton increased the difficulty by coming over to say that as Brinkman was laid up, he had arranged for Corder to play instead.
Corder, as it happened, was a Modern senior, a small fellow, and reputed an indifferent player.
"He wouldn't do at all," said Yorke, decisively.
"Why not?
Surely we've got a right to find a substitute for our own man," said Clapperton, testily.
"What do you mean by your own man?
Who cares twopence whose man he is, as long as he plays up?
The fifteen are Fellsgarth men, and no more yours than they are mine." "If they were as much mine as yours no one would complain." "You mean to say that if you were captain of the fifteen you'd put Corder in the team for a first-class match ?" "Why not?
There are plenty worse than he." "There are so many better, that he is out of the question." "That means only five of our men are to play against ten of yours." "You're talking rot, Clapperton, and you know it.