There was more than one moment during the first fortnight of term whenMike found himself regretting the attitude he had imposed upon himselfwith regard to Sedleighan cricket. He began to realise the eternaltruth of the proverb about half a loaf and no bread. In the firstflush of his resentment1 against his new surroundings he had refused toplay cricket. And now he positively2 ached for a game. Any sort of agame. An innings for a Kindergarten _v._ the Second Eleven of aHome of Rest for Centenarians would have soothed3 him. There weretimes, when the sun shone, and he caught sight of white flannels4 on agreen ground, and heard the "plonk" of bat striking ball, when he feltlike rushing to Adair and shouting, "I _will_ be good. I was inthe Wrykyn team three years, and had an average of over fifty the lasttwo seasons. Lead me to the nearest net, and let me feel a bat in myhands again."But every time he shrank from such a climb down. It couldn't be done.
What made it worse was that he saw, after watching behind the netsonce or twice, that Sedleigh cricket was not the childish burlesque5 ofthe game which he had been rash enough to assume that it must be.
Numbers do not make good cricket. They only make the presence of goodcricketers more likely, by the law of averages.
Mike soon saw that cricket was by no means an unknown art at Sedleigh.
Adair, to begin with, was a very good bowler6 indeed. He was not aBurgess, but Burgess was the only Wrykyn bowler whom, in his threeyears' experience of the school, Mike would have placed above him. Hewas a long way better than Neville-Smith, and Wyatt, and Milton, andthe others who had taken wickets for Wrykyn.
The batting was not so good, but there were some quite capable men.
Barnes, the head of Outwood's, he who preferred not to interfere7 withStone and Robinson, was a. mild, rather timid-looking youth--notunlike what Mr. Outwood must have been as a boy--but he knew how tokeep balls out of his wicket. He was a good bat of the old ploddingtype.
Stone and Robinson themselves, that swash-buckling pair, who nowtreated Mike and Psmith with cold but consistent politeness, were bothfair batsmen, and Stone was a good slow bowler.
There were other exponents8 of the game, mostly in Downing's house.
Altogether, quite worthy9 colleagues even for a man who had been a starat Wrykyn.
* * * * *One solitary10 overture11 Mike made during that first fortnight. He didnot repeat the experiment. It was on a Thursday afternoon, afterschool. The day was warm, but freshened by an almost imperceptiblebreeze. The air was full of the scent12 of the cut grass which lay inlittle heaps behind the nets. This is the real cricket scent, whichcalls to one like the very voice of the game.
Mike, as he sat there watching, could stand it no longer.
He went up to Adair.
"May I have an innings at this net?" he asked. He was embarrassed andnervous, and was trying not to show it. The natural result was thathis manner was offensively abrupt13.
Adair was taking off his pads after his innings. He looked up. "Thisnet," it may be observed, was the first eleven net.
"What?" he said.
Mike repeated his request. More abruptly14 this time, from increasedembarrassment.
"This is the first eleven net," said Adair coldly. "Go in after Lodgeover there.""Over there" was the end net, where frenzied15 novices16 were bowling17 on acorrugated pitch to a red-haired youth with enormous feet, who lookedas if he were taking his first lesson at the game.
Mike walked away without a word.
* * * * *The Archaeological Society expeditions, even though they carried withthem the privilege of listening to Psmith's views on life, proved buta poor substitute for cricket. Psmith, who had no counter-attractionshouting to him that he ought to be elsewhere, seemed to enjoy themhugely, but Mike almost cried sometimes from boredom18. It was notalways possible to slip away from the throng19, for Mr. Outwoodevidently looked upon them as among the very faithful, and kept themby his aide.
Mike on these occasions was silent and jumpy, his brow "sicklied o'erwith the pale cast of care." But Psmith followed his leader with thepleased and indulgent air of a father whose infant son is showing himround the garden. Psmith's attitude towards archaeological researchstruck a new note in the history of that neglected science. He wasamiable, but patronising. He patronised fossils, and he patronisedruins. If he had been confronted with the Great Pyramid, he would havepatronised that.
He seemed to be consumed by a thirst for knowledge.
That this was not altogether a genuine thirst was proved on the thirdexpedition. Mr. Outwood and his band were pecking away at the site ofan old Roman camp. Psmith approached Mike.
"Having inspired confidence," he said, "by the docility20 of ourdemeanour, let us slip away, and brood apart for awhile. Roman camps,to be absolutely accurate, give me the pip. And I never want to seeanother putrid21 fossil in my life. Let us find some shady nook where aman may lie on his back for a bit."Mike, over whom the proceedings22 connected with the Roman camp had longsince begun to shed a blue depression, offered no opposition23, and theystrolled away down the hill.
Looking back, they saw that the archaeologists were still hard at it.
Their departure had passed unnoticed.
"A fatiguing24 pursuit, this grubbing for mementoes of the past," saidPsmith. "And, above all, dashed bad for the knees of the trousers.
Mine are like some furrowed25 field. It's a great grief to a man ofrefinement, I can tell you, Comrade Jackson. Ah, this looks a likelyspot."They had passed through a gate into the field beyond. At the furtherend there was a brook26, shaded by trees and running with a pleasantsound over pebbles27.
"Thus far," said Psmith, hitching28 up the knees of his trousers, andsitting down, "and no farther. We will rest here awhile, and listen tothe music of the brook. In fact, unless you have anything important tosay, I rather think I'll go to sleep. In this busy life of ours thesenaps by the wayside are invaluable29. Call me in about an hour." AndPsmith, heaving the comfortable sigh of the worker who by toil30 hasearned rest, lay down, with his head against a mossy tree-stump, andclosed his eyes.
Mike sat on for a few minutes, listening to the water and makingcenturies in his mind, and then, finding this a little dull, he gotup, jumped the brook, and began to explore the wood on the other side.
He had not gone many yards when a dog emerged suddenly from theundergrowth, and began to bark vigorously at him.
Mike liked dogs, and, on acquaintance, they always liked him. But whenyou meet a dog in some one else's wood, it is as well not to stop inorder that you may get to understand each other. Mike began to threadhis way back through the trees.
He was too late.
"Stop! What the dickens are you doing here?" shouted a voice behindhim.
In the same situation a few years before, Mike would have carried on,and trusted to speed to save him. But now there seemed a lack ofdignity in the action. He came back to where the man was standing31.
"I'm sorry if I'm trespassing," he said. "I was just having a lookround.""The dickens you--Why, you're Jackson!"Mike looked at him. He was a short, broad young man with a fairmoustache. Mike knew that he had seen him before somewhere, but hecould not place him.
"I played against you, for the Free Foresters last summer. In passing,you seem to be a bit of a free forester yourself, dancing in among mynesting pheasants.""I'm frightfully sorry.""That's all right. Where do you spring from?""Of course--I remember you now. You're Prendergast. You madefifty-eight not out.""Thanks. I was afraid the only thing you would remember about me wasthat you took a century mostly off my bowling.""You ought to have had me second ball, only cover dropped it.""Don't rake up forgotten tragedies. How is it you're not at Wrykyn?
What are you doing down here?""I've left Wrykyn."Prendergast suddenly changed the conversation. When a fellow tells youthat he has left school unexpectedly, it is not always tactful toinquire the reason. He began to talk about himself.
"I hang out down here. I do a little farming and a good deal ofpottering about.""Get any cricket?" asked Mike, turning to the subject next his heart.
"Only village. Very keen, but no great shakes. By the way, how are youoff for cricket now? Have you ever got a spare afternoon?"Mike's heart leaped.
"Any Wednesday or Saturday. Look here, I'll tell you how it is."And he told how matters stood with him.
"So, you see," he concluded, "I'm supposed to be hunting for ruins andthings"--Mike's ideas on the subject of archaeology32 were vague--"but Icould always slip away. We all start out together, but I could nipback, get on to my bike--I've got it down here--and meet you anywhereyou liked. By Jove, I'm simply dying for a game. I can hardly keep myhands off a bat.""I'll give you all you want. What you'd better do is to ride straightto Lower Borlock--that's the name of the place--and I'll meet you onthe ground. Any one will tell you where Lower Borlock is. It's justoff the London road. There's a sign-post where you turn off. Can youcome next Saturday?""Rather. I suppose you can fix me up with a bat and pads? I don't wantto bring mine.""I'll lend you everything. I say, you know, we can't give you a Wrykynwicket. The Lower Borlock pitch isn't a shirt-front.""I'll play on a rockery, if you want me to," said Mike.
* * * * *"You're going to what?" asked Psmith, sleepily, on being awakened33 andtold the news.
"I'm going to play cricket, for a village near here. I say, don't tella soul, will you? I don't want it to get about, or I may get lugged34 into play for the school.""My lips are sealed. I think I'll come and watch you. Cricket Idislike, but watching cricket is one of the finest of Britain's manlysports. I'll borrow Jellicoe's bicycle."* * * * *That Saturday, Lower Borlock smote35 the men of Chidford hip36 and thigh37.
Their victory was due to a hurricane innings of seventy-five by anew-comer to the team, M. Jackson.
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