If this sort of thing spreads, we may as well cave in at once." The Rendlesham fellows hovered about under shelter till the last moment, grumbling at the weather, the grass, and the dock.

At length the Fellsgarth boys put in an appearance; sides were solemnly tossed for, and the order to "spread out" was given.
"Hullo!" said one of the Rendlesham men as he passed Clapperton and Dangle, "why aren't you playing?
Afraid of the cold ?" "No, we scratched because--" "Have you got that big man down who was so hot in the scrimmages?
I forget his name.

_He's_ not one of the delicate ones, I fancy." "No more are we; we're not playing because--" "Hullo! they're waiting," said the player, and went off, leaving the explanation still unfinished.
One of the last to run out was Corder.
"You young cad," growled Clapperton as he passed; "take my advice and don't play, unless--" "Come on, Corder--waiting," shouted Yorke.
Corder obeyed like lightning.
The match began disastrously for Fellsgarth.

Within five minutes of the kick-off, a run up by one of the Rendlesham quarter-backs carried the ball right into the School lines, and a touch-down resulted.

On a fine day like last Saturday a goal would have been certain, but on the wet grass, the try did not come off.