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There was all the old aggressiveness, and Peteiro and his partner, so far from being timid novices and losing their heads, eclipsed the exhibition given at Wrykyn by Waite and Dunn. Play had only been in progress six minutes when Keith, taking a pass on the twenty-five line, slipped past Attell, ran round the back, and scored between the posts. Three minutes later the other Ripton centre scored.
Attell resumed his inspection of the horizon. "Attell," said Sheen. Attell did not answer. Sheen pushed him gently out of the way, and tore down the paper from the door. Their eyes met. Attell, after a moment's pause, came forward, half-menacing, half irresolute; and as he came Sheen hit him under the chin in the manner recommended by Mr Bevan.
Drummond said nothing. He hated Attell most when he tried to be facetious. "Dunn isn't playing, nor is Waite," said Barry, "so they haven't got either of their proper halves. I say, we might have a chance of doing something today." "Of course we shall," said Allardyce. "You've only got to buck up and we've got them on toast." The atmosphere in the carriage became charged with optimism.
"What did Sheen say when you told him you wanted the court?" This was getting near a phase of the subject which Attell was not eager to discuss. "Oh, he didn't say much," he said. "Did you do anything?" persisted Stanning. Attell suddenly remembered having noticed that Sheen was wearing a black eye. This was obviously a thing to be turned to account. "I hit him in the eye," he said.
"When you upper-cut," Mr Bevan was wont to say, "don't make it a swing. Just a half-arm jolt's all you want." It was certainly all Attell wanted. He was more than surprised. He was petrified.
It's the only court worth playing in. Who's got it?" "Sheen." "Sheen!" Stanning stopped dead. "Do you mean to say you let a fool like Sheen take it from you! Why didn't you turn him out?" "I couldn't," said Attell. "I was just going to when Spence came up. He's playing Sheen this morning. I couldn't very well bag the court when a master wanted it." "I suppose not," said Stanning.
Sheen looked at Attell, and Attell looked through Sheen. It was curious, thought Sheen, that Attell should be standing in the very doorway of court two. It seemed to suggest that he claimed some sort of ownership. On the other hand, there was his, Sheen's, paper on the....His eye happened to light on the cement flooring in front of the court. There was a crumpled ball of paper there.
Have you seen the team they've got out today?" "I was just looking at it," said Barry. "What's up with it?" inquired Allardyce. "Let's have a look." "They've only got about half their proper team. They've got a different back Grey isn't playing." "Both their centres are, though," said Drummond. "More fun for us, Drum., old chap," said Attell. "I'm going home again. Stop the train."
By the end of preparation it had got about the school that Sheen had cheeked Attell, that Attell had hit Sheen, and that Sheen had been afraid to hit him back. At the precise moment when Sheen was in the middle of a warm two-minute round with Francis at the "Blue Boar," an indignation meeting was being held in the senior day-room at Seymour's to discuss this latest disgrace to the house.
For this Linton was grateful, and continued to keep his eyes open in the hope of finding some opportunity of squaring up matters between them. His chance was not long in coming. The feeling in the house against Sheen, caused by the story of his encounter with Attell, had not diminished. Stanning had fostered it in various little ways. It was not difficult.
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