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When, however, Tony came on to bowl at his end, vice Charteris, who had been hit for three fours in an over by Scott, the School slogger, he recognized that even umpiring had its advantages, and resolved to make the most of the situation.

Scott had the bowling, and he lashed out at Tony’s first ball in his usual reckless style. There was an audible click, and what the sporting papers call confident appeals came simultaneously from Welch, Merevale’s captain, who was keeping wicket, and Tony himself. Even Scott seemed to know that his time had come. He moved a step or two away from the wicket, but stopped before going farther to look at the umpire, on the off-chance of a miracle happening to turn his decision in the batsman’s favour.

The miracle happened.

‘Not out,’ said Harrison.

‘Awfully curious,’ he added genially to Tony, ‘how like a bat those bits of grass sound! You have to be jolly smart to know where a noise comes from, don’t you!’

Tony grunted disgustedly, and walked back again to the beginning of his run.

If ever, in the whole history of cricket, a man was out leg-before-wicket, Scott was so out to Tony’s second ball. It was hardly worth appealing for such a certainty. Still, the formality had to be gone through.

‘How was that?‘ inquired Tony.

‘Not out. It’s an awful pity, don’t you think, that they don’t bring in that new leg-before rule?’

‘Seems to me,’ said Tony bitterly, ‘the old rule holds pretty good when a man’s leg’s bang in front.’

‘Rather. But you see the ball didn’t pitch straight, and the rule says–‘

‘Oh, all right,’ said Tony.

The next ball Scott hit for four, and the next after that for a couple. The fifth was a yorker, and just grazed the leg stump. The sixth was a beauty. You could see it was going to beat the batsman from the moment it left Tony’s hand. Harrison saw it perfectly.

‘No ball,’ he shouted. And just as he spoke Scott’s off-stump ricocheted towards the wicket-keeper.

‘Heavens, man,’ said Tony, fairly roused out of his cricket manners, a very unusual thing for him. ‘I’ll swear my foot never went over the crease. Look, there’s the mark.’

‘Rather not. Only, you see, it seemed to me you chucked that time. Of course, I know you didn’t mean to, and all that sort of thing, but still, the rules–‘

Tony would probably have liked to have said something very forcible about the rules at this point, but it occurred to him that after all Harrison was only within his rights, and that it was bad form to dispute the umpire’s decision. Harrison walked off towards square-leg with a holy joy.

But he was too much of an artist to overdo the thing. Tony’s next over passed off without interference. Possibly, however, this was because it was a very bad one. After the third over he asked Welch if he could get somebody else to umpire, as he had work to do. Welch heaved a sigh of relief, and agreed readily.

‘Conscientious sort of chap that umpire of yours,’ said Scott to Tony, after the match. Scott had made a hundred and four, and was feeling pleased. ‘Considering he’s in your House, he’s awfully fair.’

‘You mean that we generally swindle, I suppose?’

‘Of course not, you rotter. You know what I mean. But, I say, that catch Welch and you appealed for must have been a near thing. I could have sworn I hit it.’

‘Of course you did. It was clean out. So was the lbw. I say, did you think that ball that bowled you was a chuck? That one in my first over, you know.’

‘Chuck! My dear Tony, you don’t mean to say that man pulled you up for chucking? I thought your foot must have gone over the crease.’

‘I believe the chap’s mad,’ said Tony.

‘Perhaps he’s taking it out of you this way for treading on his corns somehow. Have you been milling with this gentle youth lately?’