"Lucky for me I'm here at all to see the match." "Well, it'll be all right next term," says the captain.

"I say, it would have done you good to see the cheer your brother got when he turned up." "Oh, I heard it," said the boy.

"Fairbairn lets me stick in his study-- that window there, that looks right through the gap in the elms, so I can see most of what's going on--( Now then, sir, pick it up there; fielded indeed!)" The match is nearly over, and it looks as if Wyndham will be able to see the end of it.

Nine wickets are down for forty-nine, and five runs must yet be scored to save Templeton from a single-innings defeat.
The last man begins ominously, for he makes two off his first ball.
Willoughby presses round, breathless, to watch the next.

It whizzes over the wicket, but does no harm.