"Yes. Buck up with your fielding."
"Right," said Lee.
"That"s all. If you"re going downstairs, you might tell Adams to come up."
For a quarter of an hour the Bishop interviewed the junior members of his team, and impressed on each of them the absolute necessity of bucking up with his fielding. And each of them protested that the matter should receive his best consideration.
"Well, they"re keen enough anyway," said Marriott, as the door closed behind Carstairs, the last of the new recruits, "and that"s the great thing. Hullo, who"s that? I thought you had worked through the lot.
Come in!"
A small form appeared in the doorway, carrying in its right hand a neatly-folded note.
"Monk told me to give you this, Gethryn."
"Half a second," said the Bishop, as the youth made for the door.
"There may be an answer."
"Monk said there wouldn"t be one."
"Oh. No, it"s all right. There isn"t an answer."
The door closed. The Bishop laughed, and threw the note over to Reece.
"Recognize it?"
Reece examined the paper.
"It"s a fair copy. The one Monk showed me was rather smudged. I suppose they thought you might be hurt if you got an inky round-robin.
Considerate chap, Monk."
"Let"s have a look," said Marriott. "By Jove. I say, listen to this bit. Like Macaulay, isn"t it?"
He read extracts from the ultimatum.
"Let"s have it," said Gethryn, stretching out a hand.
"Not much. I"m going to keep it, and have it framed."
"All right. I"m going down now to put up the list."
When he had returned to the study, Monk and Danvers came quietly downstairs to look at the notice-board. It was dark in the pa.s.sage, and Monk had to strike a light before he could see to read.
"By George," he said, as the match flared up, "Reece was right. He has."
"Well, there"s one consolation," commented Danvers viciously, "they can"t possibly get that cup now. They"ll have to put us in again soon, you see if they don"t."
"M, yes," said Monk doubtfully.
[14]
NORRIS TAKES A SHORT HOLIDAY
"It"s all rot," observed Pringle, "to say that they haven"t a chance, because they have."
He and Lorimer were pa.s.sing through the cricket-field on their way back from an early morning visit to the baths, and had stopped to look at Leicester"s House team (revised version) taking its daily hour of fielding practice. They watched the performance keenly and critically, as spies in an enemy"s camp.
"Who said they hadn"t a chance?" said Lorimer. "I didn"t."
"Oh, everybody. The chaps call them the Kindergarten and the Kids"
Happy League, and things of that sort. Rot, I call it. They seem to forget that you only want two or three really good men in a team if the rest can field. Look at our crowd. They"ve all either got their colours, or else are just outside the teams, and I swear you can"t rely on one of them to hold the merest sitter right into his hands."
On the subject of fielding in general, and catching in particular, Pringle was feeling rather sore. In the match which his House had just won against Browning"s, he had put himself on to bowl in the second innings. He was one of those bowlers who manage to capture from six to ten wickets in the course of a season, and the occasions on which he bowled really well were few. On this occasion he had bowled excellently, and it had annoyed him when five catches, five soft, gentle catches, were missed off him in the course of four overs. As he watched the crisp, clean fielding which was shown by the very smallest of Leicester"s small "tail", he felt that he would rather have any of that despised eight on his side than any of the School House lights except Baynes and Lorimer.
"Our lot"s all right, really," said Lorimer, in answer to Pringle"s sweeping condemnation. "Everybody has his off days. They"ll be all right next match."
"Doubt it," replied Pringle. "It"s all very well for you. You bowl to hit the sticks. I don"t. Now just watch these kids for a moment. Now!
Look! No, he couldn"t have got to that. Wait a second. Now!"
Gethryn had skied one into the deep. Wilson, Burgess, and Carstairs all started for it.
"Burgess," called the Bishop.
The other two stopped dead. Burgess ran on and made the catch.
"Now, there you are," said Pringle, pointing his moral, "see how those two kids stopped when Gethryn called. If that had happened in one of our matches, you"d have had half a dozen men rotting about underneath the ball, and getting in one another"s way, and then probably winding up by everybody leaving the catch to everybody else."
"Oh, come on," said Lorimer, "you"re getting morbid. Why the d.i.c.kens didn"t you think of having our fellows out for fielding practice, if you"re so keen on it?"
"They wouldn"t have come. When a chap gets colours, he seems to think he"s bought the place. You can"t drag a Second Eleven man out of his bed before breakfast to improve his fielding. He thinks it can"t be improved. They"re a heart-breaking crew."
"Good," said Lorimer, "I suppose that includes me?"
"No. You"re a model man. I have seen you hold a catch now and then."
"Thanks. Oh, I say, I gave in the poem yesterday. I hope the deuce it won"t get the prize. I hope they won"t spot, either, that I didn"t write the thing."
"Not a chance," said Pringle complacently, "you"re all right. Don"t you worry yourself."
Webster"s, against whom Leicester"s had been drawn in the opening round of the House matches, had three men in their team, and only three, who knew how to hold a bat. It was the slackest House in the School, and always had been. It did not cause any overwhelming surprise, accordingly, when Leicester"s beat them without fatigue by an innings and a hundred and twenty-one runs. Webster"s won the toss, and made thirty-five. For Leicester"s, Reece and Gethryn scored fifty and sixty-two respectively, and Marriott fifty-three not out. They then, with two wickets down, declared, and rattled Webster"s out for seventy.
The public, which had had its eye on the team, in order to see how its tail was likely to shape, was disappointed. The only definite fact that could be gleaned from the match was that the junior members of the team were not to be despised in the field. The early morning field-outs had had their effect. Adams especially shone, while Wilson at cover and Burgess in the deep recalled Jessop and Tyldesley.
The School made a note of the fact. So did the Bishop. He summoned the eight juniors _seriatim_ to his study, and administered much praise, coupled with the news that fielding before breakfast would go on as usual.
Leicester"s had drawn against Jephson"s in the second round. Norris"s lot had beaten Cooke"s by, curiously enough, almost exactly the same margin as that by which Leicester"s had defeated Webster"s. It was generally considered that this match would decide Leicester"s chances for the cup. If they could beat a really hot team like Jephson"s, it was reasonable to suppose that they would do the same to the rest of the Houses, though the School House would have to be reckoned with. But the School House, as Pringle had observed, was weak in the field. It was not a coherent team. Individually its members were good, but they did not play together as Leicester"s did.