My new companion, however, kept me company but a short time, and his successor shorter still.

This fellow coming in now is our last man.
Will he and I ever be able to stick together till these fifteen runs which are now required can be made up?
"Steady, Tom," I whisper, as he passes me on the way to his wicket.

He winks his answer.
It is a responsible thing for us two youngsters, with the whole fate of the school depending on us.

But we keep cool, and play our very best.
One by one the score runs up.

Ten to win--now eight, seven.