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Updated: June 26, 2025
Anyhow, you probably won't steer any worse than I row, so let's go and get a boat out, and I'll try and think of a few more words of wisdom for your benefit. At the nets Norris had finished his innings, and Pringle was batting in his stead. Gethryn had given up his ball to Baynes, who bowled slow leg-breaks, and was the most probable of the probables above-mentioned.
As soon as the band stopped the corps yell rose, with the names of Durville, Prescott and Holmes, and of Carter whose batting luck had played such a part in the eighth. But, by the time that the corps yell rose the Army nine was nearly off the field. "Listen to the good noise, old ramrod," glowed Greg.
Amory's firmly convinced that Biffen's was the most glorious house that had ever existed, and that it would do thanks to Acton, Worcester, and the dervishes great things when the cricket housers came round. "Grimmy," said Wilson, "you'll have to try to get into the team this year. You would last, if your batting hadn't been so rotten." "All right, old man; don't rub that in too often."
I want your batting in the first. Do you think you'd really do better in the deep?" "I'm almost certain I should. I'll practise like mad. Trevor'll hit me up catches. I hate the slips. I get in the dickens of a funk directly the bowler starts his run now. I know that if a catch does come, I shall miss it. I'm certain the deep would be much better." "All right then. Try it."
The umpire called it a strike on Weir; the same on the next pitch; the third was wide. Weir missed the fourth and was out. Raymond followed on the batting list. To-day, as he slowly stepped toward the plate, seemingly smaller and glummer than ever, it was plain he was afraid. The bleachers howled at the little green cap sticking over his ear.
Rupert was batting, and a new fellow, who bowled much more swiftly than we were accustomed to, had the ball. I was straining my ears to catch what Weston was shouting to me between his hands, when I saw him start and point to the cricketers, and turning round I saw Rupert lying on the ground. The ball had hit him on the knee and knocked him down.
He could swim the Tay at its broadest and almost at its swiftest, could ride any horse in his father's stable, could climb any tree in the meadows, and hold his own in every game, from marbles and "catch the keggie," a game based on smuggling, to football, where he was a very dangerous forward, and cricket, where his batting was fearsome for its force and obstinacy.
"Do you think Collaton's crooked?" Johnny asked with a queer smile. "I can think he's crooked without batting an eyelash. I can think it about Gresham too." "Why do you have that idea about Gresham?" "Because I don't like him," she triumphantly argued. "Shake!" invited Johnny. "I know six reasons why I can do without him. What are your six?"
Thus, wavering, tortured and miserable, he followed the progress of the game, realizing more and more as it went on that Oakdale had absolutely no chance at all while the players of the other side could see and understand every batting and base-running signal that was given.
'What a dreadful bully he must be! exclaimed Gillian. I'll tell you what, said Fergus, in a tone of profound admiration, 'no one can hold a candle to him at batting! He snowballed all the Kennel choir into fits, and he can brosier old Tilly's stall, and go on just the same. 'What a greedy boy! exclaimed Val. 'Disgusting, added Gillian.
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