Cusack carried his bat for eighteen, much to his own gratification; and of his companions, Pilbury, Philpot, and Walker each made double figures.
It required all Riddell's authority, in the face of this splendid achievement, to keep his men from jeopardising their second innings in the field by yielding prematurely to elation.
"For goodness' sake don't hulloa till you're out of the wood!" he said; "they may catch up on you yet.

Seventy-five isn't such a big score after all.

If you don't look out you'll muddle your chance away, and then how small you'll look!" With such advice to hold them in check, they went out as soberly as before to field, and devoted their whole energies to the task of disposing of their enemies' wickets for the fewest possible runs.
And they succeeded quite as well as before.

Indeed, the second innings of the Parretts was a feeble imitation of their first melancholy performance.

Parson, King, and Wakefield were the only three who made any stand, and even they fared worse than before.