In due time the last wicket of the Sixth fell, to a total of eighty-four runs. The small boys on the bench had had leisure to abate their ardour by this time. Bramble had recovered his spirits, and Paul and Stephen looked a little blue as they saw the total signalled. "Eighty-four's a lot," said Stephen. Paul nodded glumly. "Ya, ha! How do you like it, Guinea-pigs?" jeered Bramble.