Still, Steel motioned to them to remain in their new posts.

He knew well enough that if a man has a habit of hitting in any one direction, however studiously he tries to avoid the place.

Nature will sooner or later assert herself, and the ball will fly where it has been wont to fly.

So it was in this case.
He could _not_ resist an impulse to lift one specially tempting ball in the direction of his old haunt, and sure enough in so doing he sent it clean into "long on's" hands, and with his own innings ended, to our great relief, the innings of his side, for a total score of 174, of which he had contributed quite the odd 74.
It was a good round score to overtake, and things did not promise cheerfully for us at the commencement of our innings.

The Westfield men were happy in possessing two swift bowlers, who made havoc of the first two or three on our side who presented themselves.