Part 14 (1/2)
”Well, why don't you have a shot? We aren't such flyers here. If you know one end of a bat from the other, you could get into some sort of a team. Were you at school anywhere before you came here?”
”I was at Wrykyn.”
”Why on earth did you leave?” asked Stone. ”Were you sacked?”
”No. My father took me away.”
”Wrykyn?” said Robinson. ”Are you any relation of the Jacksons there--J.W. and the others?”
”Brother.”
”What!”
”Well, didn't you play at all there?”
”Yes,” said Mike, ”I did. I was in the team three years, and I should have been captain this year, if I'd stopped on.”
There was a profound and gratifying sensation. Stone gaped, and Robinson nearly dropped his teacup.
Stone broke the silence.
”But I mean to say--look here? What I mean is, why aren't you playing?
Why don't you play now?”
”I do. I play for a village near here. Place called Lower Borlock. A man who played against Wrykyn for the Free Foresters captains them. He asked me if I'd like some games for them.”
”But why not for the school?”
”Why should I? It's much better fun for the village. You don't get ordered about by Adair, for a start.”
”Adair sticks on side,” said Stone.
”Enough for six,” agreed Robinson.
”By Jove,” said Stone, ”I've got an idea. My word, what a rag!”
”What's wrong now?” inquired Mike politely.
”Why, look here. Tomorrow's Mid-Term Service Day. It's nowhere near the middle of the term, but they always have it in the fourth week. There's chapel at half past nine till half past ten. Then the rest of the day's a whole holiday. There are always house matches. We're playing Downing's. Why don't you play and let's smash them?”
”By Jove, yes,” said Robinson. ”Why don't you? They're always sticking on side because they've won the house cup three years running. I say, do you bat or bowl?”
”Bat. Why?”
Robinson rocked on the table.
”Why, old Downing fancies himself as a bowler. You _must_ play, and knock the cover off him.”
”Masters don't play in house matches, surely?”