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"Hear, hear!" put in Stephen, an observation which had the effect of making the whole thing ridiculous and so restoring both the friends to their composure. "But, Noll, I say, old man," said Wraysford, presently, "of course you didn't intend it, but if you meant to make every one believe you did it, you couldn't have gone on better than you did.
Whatever do you mean by `off your luck'?" "Oh, it's not that, you know," said Oliver, pulling a quill pen to bits. "What I mean is oh, bother! a fellow can't explain it." "So it seems," laughed Wraysford; "but I wish a fellow could, for I've not a notion what you're driving at." "Well, I mean I'm not doing much good. There's that young brother of mine, for instance. What good have I been to him?
"Cut away now," said Wraysford, as coolly as he could, "and don't make such a row." There was something unusual in his tone which surprised the small boy. He put it down, however, to worry about the examination, and quietly withdrew as commanded. The next day came at last.
In due time the ordeal was over, and Mr Loman said he would now go and call upon these young gentlemen, and see what they had to say, and that Mr Cripps would most likely hear from him again. Altogether the landlord of the Cockchafer had hardly ever passed such an uncomfortable morning. Meanwhile the other searchers, among whom were Oliver and Wraysford, were busy.
"I say, Wraysford," he added, bluntly, "I expect it's this Nightingale affair's at the bottom of all this nonsense. Can't you possibly patch it up, at any rate till after Saturday? I'd give my head to get you and Greenfield in the team." "Do play, Wraysford," put in Callonby. "Don't let the school be beaten just because you've got a row on with another fellow."
Only I should have rather liked to thrash him for what he did to Stee." "Never mind thrash him over the Nightingale instead." The mention of the Nightingale, however, did not serve to heighten Oliver's spirits at all. He turned dejectedly to his books, but soon gave up further study. "You can go on if you like," said he to Wraysford. "I can't. It's no use. I think I shall go to bed." "What!
The bigger the howler the better for me! I only wish you were a true prophet, Noll, in that particular." "Why, of course you'll beat me and if you don't Loman will. I hear he's grinding away like nuts." "Is he, though?" said Wraysford. "Yes, and he's going to get a `coach' in the holidays too." "More likely a dog-cart. Anyhow, I dare say he will run us close.
Now Wraysford has hardly had a run this afternoon. He means to have one now! And he does have one. He takes the ball flying, gives one hurried look round, and then makes right for the thick of the fray. Who backs him up? Greenfield for one, and all the rest of Saint Dominic's for the other. "Stick close!" he says to Oliver, as he flies past. Oliver wants no bidding.
"I hope you'll get half as much. I knew how it would be." The two friends listened to these taunts in silent sorrow, and wished the next innings would begin. It did presently, and not very brilliantly either. The Fifth only managed to score fifty-one, and to this total Wraysford was the only player who made anything like good scoring.
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?
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