After which I was to have my broken limbs set by a doctor on the spot, to receive a perfect ovation from friend and foe, to be chaired round the field, to be the "lion" at the supper afterwards, and finally to have a whole column of the _Times_ devoted to my exploits! What glorious creatures we are in our dreams! Well, the eventful day dawned at last.

It was a holiday at Parkhurst, and as fine a day as any one could wish.
As I made my appearance, wearing the blue-and-red jersey of a "first fifteen man" under my jacket, I found myself quite an object of veneration among the juniors who had lately been my compeers, and I accepted their homage with a vast amount of condescension.

Nothing was talked of during the forenoon but the coming match.

Would the Craven fellows turn up a strong team?
Would that fellow Slider, who made the tremendous run last year, play for them again this?
Would Wright select the chapel end or the other, if we won the choice?
How were we off behind the scrimmage?
"Is Adams to be trusted ?" I heard one voice ask.
Two or three small boys promptly replied, "Yes"; but the seniors said nothing, except Wright, who took the opportunity of giving me a little good advice in private.
"Look here, Adams; you are to play half-back, you know.

All you've got to take care of is to keep cool, and never let your eyes go off the ball.