Of these five I was next in order; nor was it long before my turn arrived, and I found myself sallying forth to join my captain at the wickets.

Remembering the poor figure I had cut in the first innings, I was not very sanguine of distinguishing myself on this occasion.

Still, there was something in being opposite Steel which gave me confidence, and relieved me of the nervous sensations which marked my late _debut_.
The first ball or two after my arrival fell to the lot of Steel, who sent them flying promptly, and gave me some running to do in consequence.

This helped still more to make me comfortable, so that when at last my turn came to be bowled at, I experienced none of the desolate feeling which had rendered my former brief innings so unhappy.
I manage to block the first ball, and the second also.

Then comes a third, under which I contrive to get my bat and send it flying.
"Come!" shouts Steel, and I run.
"Another!" he cries; and I run again, and am safe back before the ball returns to the wicket-keeper's hands.
Positively I had scored two! I felt as proud as if I had been elected an M.P.