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At the last moment he decided to give the responsible post to Loman, rather than move forward Wraysford from his position at "back"; and Loman's usual place at quarter-back was filled up by young Forrester of the Fourth, greatly to that young gentleman's trepidation and to the exultation of the Fourth Senior as a body, who felt terrifically puffed up to have one of their men actually in the first fifteen.
The effect of that momentary glance was very different on the three boys. Wraysford's face slightly lengthened, Loman's grew suddenly aghast, Oliver's betrayed no emotion whatever. "Boys for the English Literature prize come forward."
Oliver, despite Paul's prophecy, stood out several overs of Rickett's, and Loman's, and the school captain's, one after the other, cutting some of their balls very hard, and keeping a very steady guard over his wicket. At last a ball of Loman's got past him and snicked off his bails.
Stephen promptly accepted the challenge, and forgetting in his excitement all about school rules or Loman's orders accompanied Cripps to the bagatelle-room, with its sanded floor, smelling of stale tobacco and beer-dregs. His first attempt, greatly to Mr Cripps's glee, was unsuccessful. "I knew you couldn't," exclaimed that worthy. "I know I can do it," said Stephen, excitedly. "Let's try again."
But at this point Simon's speech was interrupted, for the very good reason that Loman's grip on his throat became so very tight that the wretched poet nearly turned black in the face. With another oath the Sixth Form boy exclaimed, "Who took it?" "Why don't you know? oh! oh, I say, mind my throat! haven't you heard? why, Greenfield senior, you know!"
"Not a bit of it," replied Paul. "The Fifth are safe to win, I tell you." "But they've got no decent bowlers," said Raddleston. "Never mind," said Stephen. "Loman's not going to play for the Sixth. He's sprained his wrist." "Hip, hip, hurrah?" yelled Paul, "that is jolly! They are sure to be licked now. Are you sure he's out of it?" "Yes. Look at him there with his arm in a sling."
Cripps, if any one had told him twenty-four hours ago that he would be meekly divulging all this information to any one in his own house, would have scoffed at the idea. But there was something about Mr Loman's voice, and Mr Loman's eye, and Mr Loman's note-book, which was too much for the publican, and he submitted like a lamb.
Loman's miserable face and strange manner quickly answered the question. "Oh, Greenfield," he said, "excuse me. I want to speak to you;" and here he glanced at Wraysford, who rose to go. "Stay where you are, Wray," said Oliver. "What is it, Loman?" Loman, quite cowed, hardly knew how to go on. "I was glad to hear you got the Waterston," he said. "I I thought you would." What was the fellow at?
But as he returned to Saint Dominic's the thought of Oliver, and of his debt to him, returned, and turned again all his satisfaction into vexation. He wished he had the money that moment to fling back into the fellow's face! I don't pretend to explain this whim of Loman's. It may have been his conscience which prompted it.
"You'll be having more tin soon, I bet." "Not till June," said Stephen. "Well, leave it till June no matter. But you may as well have the use of the bat now. Good-day, Master Green " "Greenfield, Stephen Greenfield," said Stephen. "Good-day, and give my respects to Mr Loman, and I hope I shall see you both again." Stephen hoped so too, and went off, highly elated, with Loman's rod under his arm.
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