Yorke, on the contrary, was cheering up. Bad as these opening ten minutes had been, he fancied his team was not going to do so badly after all. The new players were working like mad in the scrimmage. Ranger was as quick on his feet in the wet as in the dry; and Corder at half- back had been surprisingly steady.
Before kicking off again he made one or two changes. He moved Ridgway, who was a heavy weight, up into the forwards. Corder, greatly to his delight, was entrusted with the goal, and Fisher major moved up to half- back. The forwards were ordered on no account to break loose, but if necessary to keep the ball among them till time was called.
Then, with his well-known "On you go!" he lacked off.
The ball was almost immediately locked up in a tight, fierce scrimmage.
The boys took the captain"s advice with a vengeance, and held the ball among their feet doggedly, neither letting it through on their side, nor forcing it out on the side of the enemy.
At length, however, it could be seen filtering out sideways, just where the captain was hovering outside the scrimmage.
"Let it come!" he whispered. "Look out, Ranger!"
Next moment the ball was under his arm, and before any one realised that the scrimmage was up, he was off with it and among the enemy"s half- backs. The half-backs knew Yorke of old, and closed upon him before he could double or get round them.
"Pa.s.s!" shouted Ranger.
It was beautifully done, while Yorke was falling and Ranger brushing past. The enemy"s half-backs were not in it with the fleet Fellsgarth runner, nor was their back; and to their own utter amazement, three minutes later the School placed to their credit an easy goal.
Then did Clapperton and Dangle and Brinkman gnash their teeth till they ached, and Fullerton, standing near, had his gibe.
"It was worth coming here in the rain to see that, wasn"t it?"
The match was not yet over. The Rendlesham men, startled into attention by this unexpected rebuff, took care that such a misadventure should not happen again, and making all the use they could of their superior weight, bore down the scrimmages and forced the ball into the open.
Once they carried it through with a splendid rush, and their captain picking it up under the very feet of the boys, ran it forward a few yards, and took a drop-kick which missed by only a few inches.
A little later came Corder"s chance. He had lived all the term for this moment. If he was taken back to Fellsgarth on a shutter he would not care, so long as he did himself credit now.
He had a clear field to start with, and was well out of touch before the advance guard of the enemy bore down on him. Then it was a sight to see him wriggle and dodge, and twist and turn in and out among them, threading them like a needle through a string of beads, and slipping through their hands like an eel.
"Well played indeed, Corder!" cried Yorke.
Oh, what music was in the sound! What would he not dare now!
On he went, now diving under an arm, now staggering round a leg; now jumping like a kangaroo against an opponent. The very sight of his evolutions seemed to demoralise the Rendlesham men. They floundered and slid on the slippery gra.s.s, and made wild grabs without ever reaching him. It was really too ridiculous to be eluded by a raw hand like this--and yet he eluded them.
Half-way down the field he ran with a roar of applause at his back, and only a handful of the enemy left ahead. How splendid if he could only pa.s.s them, and make his record with a run from one goal to the other!
Alas! a swoop from behind greeted the proud thought; two hands clawed at his shoulders, and from his shoulders slipped to his waist, and from his waist slid down to his ankles, where for a moment they held, and sent the runner tripping over on his nose in the mud, with the ball spinning away a yard ahead.
It was all up. No! Fisher was on the spot, and at Fisher"s heels Ridgway. The Rendlesham backs flung themselves in the way, but only to divert, not to stop their career. When Corder picked himself up and rubbed the mud out of his eyes, the first thing he saw was Ridgway sitting behind the enemy"s line with the ball comfortably resting on his knee! It was another for the School--perhaps a goal.
Alas! on that ground the long side-kick was too much even for Yorke. It shot wide, and Rendlesham breathed again.
But the long and short of it was that the match was a tie; a goal and a try to each side; and that to Corder belonged the credit of a big hand in the lesser point.
"Awfully well run, Corder," said the captain, as, time having been called, the two walked off the field together. "You must play for us again."
After that, who should say life was not worth living?
The very weather seemed to change for Corder. The sun came out, flowers sprang up at his feet, birds started singing in the trees overhead.
What a letter he would have to write home to-morrow! The captain"s pat on the back sent a glow all through him. Who wouldn"t be a Fellsgarth chap after all?
It scarcely damped his joy to perceive that neither Clapperton, Dangle, nor Brinkman shared in the general congratulations, but looked more black and threatening than ever as he pa.s.sed. Pooh! what did he care for that!
How he enjoyed the glorious Rendlesham high tea, and the drive home in the rain with everybody talking and laughing and rejoicing, singing songs and shouting war-cries! He was quite sorry when it came to an end, and he had to dismount and go over alone to his own house.
He could hear the shouts and huzzas of the Cla.s.sics across the Green as Wakefield"s turned out in a body to welcome their men. No one at Forder"s turned out to welcome him. The four prefects themselves had not even waited for him.
For the first time that day Corder felt himself wishing he had a little sympathy in his jubilation. It was dull, when everybody over on the other side was shouting himself hoa.r.s.e, to hear not a "cheep" of congratulation from his own fellows.
However, it didn"t matter much. He went to his room and changed, and hoped his messmate Wilson would not be long in coming for supper and a gossip.
Wilson came presently, but his face was glum and his manner frigid.
"Oh, here you are, old chap; I"m peckish. Did you hear about the match, we--"
"Shut up," said Wilson; "you"re a cad. I don"t want to talk to you."
Corder put down his knife and fork, and looked up in amazement. This from Wilson! He knew Clapperton was sore about it, but Wilson--
He went on eating while thinking it out, and Wilson ate too in silence, and then rose to go.
"Are you not going to prepare to-night?"
"Yes, in Dangle"s room."
And Corder was left alone.
This was too bad of Wilson--to-night of all nights. He would go and look up Selby. Selby, he knew, would be interested in the day"s news, for had they not practised drop-kicks together for an hour a day all this term?
Selby was in, but not at all glad to see him.
"Are you busy, old man?" asked Corder.
"I don"t want you here," said Selby.
"Why, what"s the row?"
"Row? You"re a sneak, that"s the row. Cut!"
Surely Selby must be out of sorts to talk like that. Corder stood in the door for a moment, on the off-chance that his friend might be joking. But no; Selby turned his back and began to read a book.
This was getting monotonous. Corder returned to his study to think it out a little more. His f.a.g, Cash, was there looking for a paper.
"Hullo, youngster! that you? We didn"t get beaten after all, to-day, I suppose you heard."
Cash"s reply was laconic, to say the least of it. He turned round and put out his tongue.
"None of your cheek, I say," said Corder, "or I"ll--"