So that event we lost.

Jolly sell, _joli vendre_.
"Never mind, we got the mile, and that was the crackest thing of all.
We had to beat Smedley and Branscombe, both--only Branscombe--he's Bickers's prefect--didn't run it out last week.

Smedley's time was 4.50.

Ainger and Stafford ran for us; and Ranger was put on the track with 200 yards start to force the pace.
"Stafford was out of it easily; but Ranger stuck to it like a Trojan.
The first lap he was still a hundred yards to the good, and going like steam.

Ainger ran finely, and overhauled him gradually.