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it is.; I ought to have warned you that you hadn’t a chance.; I’ve lost the toss five times running, so I was bound to win to-day.”
“You’ll put us in, I suppose?”
“Yes—after us.”
“Oh, well, we sha’n’t have long to wait for our knock, that’s a comfort.; Buck up and send some one in, and let’s get at you.”
And Burgess went off to tell the ground-man to have plenty of sawdust ready, as he would want the field paved with it.
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The policy of the Ripton team was obvious from the first over.; They meant to force the game.; Already the sun was beginning to peep through the haze.; For about an hour run-getting ought to be a tolerably simple process; but after that hour singles would be as valuable as threes and boundaries an almost unheard-of luxury.
So Ripton went in to hit.
The policy proved successful for a time, as it generally does.; Burgess, who relied on a run that was a series of tiger-like leaps culminating in a spring that suggested that he meant to lower the long jump record, found himself badly handicapped by the state of the ground.; In spite of frequent libations of sawdust, he was compelled to tread cautiously, and this robbed his bowling of much of its pace.; The score mounted rapidly.; Twenty came in ten minutes.; At thirty-five the first wicket fell, run out.
At sixty Ellerby, who had found the pitch too soft for him and had been expensive, gave place to Grant.; Grant bowled what were supposed to be slow leg-breaks, but which did not always break.; The change worked.
Maclaine, after hitting the first two balls to the boundary, skied the third to Bob Jackson in the deep, and Bob, for whom constant practice had robbed this sort of catch of its terrors, held it.
A yorker from Burgess disposed of the next man before he could settle down; but the score, seventy-four for three wickets, was large enough in view of the fact that the pitch was already becoming more difficult, and was certain to get worse, to make Ripton feel that the advantage was with them.; Another hour of play remained before lunch.; The deterioration of the wicket would be slow during that period.; The sun, which was now shining brightly, would put in its deadliest work from two o’clock onwards.; Maclaine’s instructions to his men were to go on hitting.
A too liberal interpretation of the meaning of the verb “to hit” led to the departure of two more Riptonians in the course of the next two overs.; There is a certain type of school batsman who considers that to force the game means to swipe blindly at every ball on the chance of taking it half-volley.; This policy sometimes leads to a boundary or two, as it did on this occasion, but it means that wickets will fall, as also happened now.; Seventy-four for three became eighty-six for five.; Burgess began to look happier.
His contentment increased when he got the next man leg-before-wicket with the total unaltered.; At this rate Ripton would be out before lunch for under a hundred.
But the rot stopped with the fall of that wicket.; Dashing tactics were laid aside.; The pitch had begun to play tricks, and the pair now in settled down to watch the ball.; They plodded on, scoring slowly and jerkily till the hands of the clock stood at half-past one.; Then Ellerby, who had gone on again instead of Grant, beat the less steady of the pair with a ball that pitched on the middle stump and shot into the base of the off.; A hundred and twenty had gone up on the board at the beginning of the over.
That period which is always so dangerous, when the wicket is bad, the ten minutes before lunch, proved fatal to two more of the enemy.; The last man had just gone to the wickets, with the score at a hundred and thirty-one, when a quarter to two arrived, and with it the luncheon interval.
So far it was anybody’s game.
CHAPTER XXVIII
MIKE WINS HOME
The Ripton last-wicket man was de Freece, the slow bowler.; He was apparently a young gentleman wholly free from the curse of nervousness.; He wore a cheerful smile as he took guard before receiving the first ball after lunch, and Wrykyn had plenty of opportunity of seeing that that was his normal expression when at the wickets.; There is often a certain looseness about the attack after lunch, and the bowler of googlies took advantage of it now.; He seemed to be a batsman with only one hit; but he had also a very accurate eye, and his one hit, a semicircular stroke, which suggested the golf links rather than the cricket field, came off with distressing frequency.; He mowed Burgess’s first ball to the square-leg boundary, missed his second, and snicked the third for three over long-slip’s head.; The other batsman played out the over, and de Freece proceeded to treat Ellerby’s bowling with equal familiarity.; The scoring-board showed an increase of twenty as the result of three overs.; Every run was invaluable now, and the Ripton contingent made the pavilion re-echo as a fluky shot over mid-on’s head sent up the hundred and fifty.
There are few things more exasperating to the fielding side than a last-wicket stand.; It resembles in its effect the dragging-out of a book or play after the dénouement has been reached.; At the fall of the ninth wicket the fieldsmen nearly always look on their outing as finished.; Just a ball or two to the last man, and it will be their turn to bat.; If the last man insists on keeping them out in the field, they resent it.
What made it especially irritating now was the knowledge that a straight yorker would solve the whole thing.; But when Burgess bowled a yorker, it was not straight.; And when he bowled a straight ball, it was not a yorker.; A four and a three to de Freece, and a four bye sent up a hundred and sixty.
It was beginning to look as if this might go on for ever, when Ellerby, who had been missing the stumps by fractions of an inch, for the last ten minutes, did what Burgess had failed to do.; He bowled a straight, medium-paced yorker, and de Freece, swiping at it with a bright smile, found his leg-stump knocked back.; He had made twenty-eight.; His record score, he explained to Mike, as they walked to the pavilion, for this or any ground.
The Ripton total was a hundred and sixty-six.
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With the ground in its usual true, hard condition, Wrykyn would have gone in against a score of a hundred and sixty-six with the cheery intention of knocking off the runs for the loss of two or three wickets.; It would have been a gentle canter for them.
But ordinary standards would not apply here.; On a good wicket Wrykyn that season were a two hundred and fifty to three hundred side.; On a bad wicket—well, they had met the Incogniti on a bad wicket, and their total—with Wyatt playing and making top score—had worked out at a hundred and seven.
A grim determination to do their best, rather than confidence that their best, when done, would be anything record-breaking, was the spirit which animated the team when they opened their innings.
And in five minutes this had changed to a dull gloom.
The tragedy started with the very first ball.; It hardly seemed that the innings had begun, when Morris was seen to leave the crease, and make for the pavilion.
“It’s that googly man,” said Burgess blankly.
“What’s happened?” shouted a voice from the interior of the first eleven room.
“Morris is out.”
“Good gracious!; How?” asked Ellerby, emerging from the room with one pad on his leg and the other in his hand.
“L.-b.-w.; First ball.”
“My aunt!; Who’s in next?; Not me?”
“No.; Berridge.; For goodness sake, Berry, stick a bat in the way, and not your legs.; Watch that de Freece man like a hawk.; He breaks like sin all over the shop.; Hullo, Morris!; Bad luck!; Were you out, do you think?” A batsman who has been given l.-b.-w. is always asked this question on his return to the