If there was any one thing I dearly loved, it was a good game--a regular
well-fought struggle--at cricket. Oddly enough, I used to like to be on
the losing side, with the eleven who were so far behind that their fight
was becoming desperate, and every effort had to be made to steal a run
here and another there, slowly building up the score, with the
excitement gradually increasing, and the weaker side growing stronger
and more hopeful hour by hour, till, perhaps, by the clever batting of
one boy, who has got well to work, and who, full of confidence, sets at
defiance the best efforts in every change of bowler, the score is lifted
right up to the winning-point, and he comes back to the tent with the
bat over his shoulder, amidst the cheers of all the lookers-on.
I suppose I got on well with my education at Doctor Browne's. I know I
got on well at cricket, for whenever a match was made up for some
holiday, I was in so much request that both sides were eager to have me.
The Doctor had promised us a holiday to play the boys of a school at
Hastings. They were to come over on an omnibus, and a tent was to be
set up in our field, where, after the game, a high tea was to be
provided for the visitors before they returned to Hastings in the
evening.
I need hardly say that the day was looked forward to with the greatest
eagerness, and that plans were made to give our visitors a thorough good
thrashing.
Burr major, as captain of the eleven, rather unwillingly, I'm afraid,
but for the sake of the credit of the school, selected Mercer and me for
the match. I was to be wicket-keeper, and Mercer, from his clever and
enduring running, and power to cover so much ground, was made long field
off.
Burr major and Stewart were to bowl, with Dicksee as a change when
necessary, for he had a peculiar knack and twist in handling a ball, and
could puzzle good players by sending in an innocent-looking,
slowly-pitched ball, which looked as if it was going wide, and, when it
had put the batsman off his guard, and induced him to change his
position, so as to send the ball flying out of the field, it would
suddenly curl round and go right into the wicket.
All went well. We practised every evening, and again for an hour before
breakfast each morning, and, as I warmed up to my task, I easily stopped
all Stewart's or Burr major's swiftest balls, and got to know how to
deal with what Mercer called "old Dicksee's jerry sneaks." The tent
came from Hastings the day before, and was set up ready, and the next
day was to be the match.
But, as Burns says, "The best-laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft
a-gley." So it was here; our plans went very much "a-gley," for I awoke
on the morning of the match with a headache, which I knew would
completely upset me for the day.
I did not know then, but I know now, that it was Polly Hopley's fault,
and that her turnovers and cake were far too rich to be eaten in
quantity by two boys sitting up in bed, and going to sleep directly
after, in spite of the crumbs and scales of crust. I just remember that
I had a bad night, full of unpleasant dreams, all connected with the
cricket match in some way. Now I was being horribly beaten; now I was
running after the ball, which went on and on, far away into space, and
would not be overtaken, and it was still bounding away when I awoke with
a start. Then I fell asleep again, and lay bound and helpless, as it
seemed to me, with Burr major taking advantage of my position to come
and triumph over me, which he did at first by sitting on my chest, and
then springing up to go through a kind of war-dance upon me, while I
stared up at him helplessly.
Then Dicksee came with his face all swollen up, as it was after the
fight, but he was grinning derisively at me, and while Burr major seemed
to hold me down by keeping one foot pressed on my chest, Dicksee knelt
by my side, and began to beat my head with a cricket bat.
_Bang, bang! bang, bang_! Blows that fell with the regularity of the
beats of a pendulum, and it seemed to me that he beat me into a state of
insensibility, for both Burr major and he faded from my eyesight, though
the blows of the bat were still falling upon my head when I awoke in the
morning; that is to say, they seemed to be falling, and it was some
minutes before I fully understood that I was suffering from a bad
bilious headache.
"Now then, why don't you jump up?" said Mercer, as I lay with my eyes
shut, and at this I got up slowly, began to dress, and then, feeling too
giddy to stand, sat down by my bed.
"What's the matter?" cried Mercer.
"So ill. Head's so bad."
"Oh, that will be all right when you've had your breakfast. Mine aches
too. Look sharp. It's ever so late."
I tried to look sharp, but I'm afraid I looked very blunt, and it took
me a long time to get dressed and down-stairs, and out in the fresh
morning air, where I walked up and down a bit, and then suffered myself
to be led into the play-field to see what a splendid tent had been
raised, with its canvas back close up to the hedge which separated the
Doctor's grounds from the farm, with the intervening dry ditch, which
always seemed to be full of the biggest stinging nettles I ever saw.
It was a glorious morning, the turf was short and beautifully level, the
boys having joined hands the previous night to drag the great roller
well over it. But the sunshine, the blue sky, and the delicious green
of the hedges and trees were all nothing to me then, and I let Mercer
chatter on about the chances of the other side, which, as far as I was
concerned, promised to be excellent.
The breakfast-bell rang, and we went in, but that morning meal did not
fulfil Mercer's prophecy and carry off my ailment, for I could not touch
a bit.
"Oh, you are a fellow!" cried my comrade. "Well; perhaps you are right.
My father says it's best not to eat and drink when you have a bad
headache. But look sharp and get well; the chaps will be over in good
time."
By and by the news reached the captain of our eleven, and he came to me
all smiles and civility, for all Burr major's ideas of revenge seemed to
have died out, as I thought, because I never presumed upon my victory.
"Oh, I say, Burr junior," he cried, "this won't do! You must look sharp
and get well."
"I want to," I replied dolefully; "but I'm afraid I shan't be able to
play."
"But you must. If you don't, they'll be sure to beat us, and that would
be horrid."
"You mustn't let them beat you," I said, wishing all the while that he
would go, for my head throbbed more than ever, and varied it with a
sensation as of hot molten lead running round inside my forehead in a
way that was agonising.
"But what are we to do for a wicket-keeper?"
"You must take my place," I said feebly. "You are the best
wicket-keeper we have."
"No," he cried frankly, "you are; but I think I'm the best bowler."
"Well, you will be obliged to keep wicket to-day," I said, with a groan.
"I shall never be able to stir, I'm sure."
"Well, you do look precious mouldy," he cried. "It's a nuisance, and no
mistake. I suppose we must make shift, then?"
"Yes; let Dicksee and Hodson bowl all the time."
"And I can put Senna on now and then for an over or two."
"I can't bowl well enough," said Mercer.
"Oh yes, you can when you like," said Burr major. "And, I say," he
cried, taking out his watch, "it's getting close to the time."
Mercer's eyes glistened as the watch was examined, and it seemed to me
that my companion sighed as the watch was replaced.
Just then Hodson came up.
"How is he?"
"Too bad to play, he says. Isn't it beastly?"
"Do you mean it, Burr junior?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm very, very queer. I couldn't play."
"You ain't shamming, are you?"
"Look at me and see," I replied faintly, and directly after I felt a
cool hand laid on my burning forehead.
"There's no gammon about it," said Hodson. "We must do the best we can.
Look sharp, Senna."
"Yes," said Burr major; "he'll have to take a turn at the bowling."
"I shan't play if Frank Burr don't," said Mercer stoutly.
"What?" cried the two boys together.
"You must put some one else on instead of me; I've got a headache too."
"Oh, I say," cried Hodson, and he and Burr both tried hard to shake
Mercer's sudden resolution. I too tried, but it was of no use; he grew
more stubborn every minute; and after Burr major had again referred to
his watch, the two lads went off together, disappointed and vexed.
"You might have gone and played with them, Tom," I said.
"I know that," he replied; "but I wasn't going without you. I'm going
to stop and talk."
"No, no, don't," I said. "I only want to be quiet till--Oh, my head, my
head!"
"Why, Burr junior, what's this?" cried Mr Hasnip, coming up and
speaking cheerily. "Bad headache? not going to play?"
"No, sir, I feel too ill."
"Oh, come, this is a bad job. Hi, Rebble!"
The latter gentleman came up.
"Here's Burr junior queer. Does he want a doctor, do you think?"
Mr Rebble looked at me attentively for a few moments, and then said
quietly,--
"No; only a bilious headache, I should say. Go and lie down for an hour
or two, my lad, and perhaps it will pass off."
I gladly crawled up to our dormitory, took off my jacket and boots, and
lay down on the bed, when I seemed to drop at once into a doze, from
which I started to find Mercer seated by the window looking out.
"Better?" he said, as I stirred.
"Better! No; I feel very ill. But what are you doing here?"
"Come to sit with you," he said stolidly.
Just then there was a burst of cheering, and the crunching noise made by
wheels.
"Here they are," cried Mercer excitedly. "Oh, I say, I do wish you were
better! I should like to lick those Hastings chaps."
"Then why don't you go?" I said pettishly. "Go and bowl."
"Shan't, without you," was the only reply I could get, and I lay turning
my head from side to side, trying to find a cool spot on the pillow, to
hear every now and then a shout from the field, and then a burst of
plaudits, or cries of, "Well run!"
"Bravo!"
"Well fielded!" and more hand-clapping, all borne faintly in at the
window, where Mercer sat with his arms folded, gazing out, but unable to
see the field from where he was.
After a time I once more dropped off into a doze and woke again with a
start, under the impression that I had been asleep all day.
My head was not quite so bad, and, after lying still, thinking, and
listening to the shouts from the cricket-field, I said weakly,--
"Have they nearly done, Tom?"
"Done! No, of course not."
"What time is it?"
"Don't know. Haven't got a watch."
"Well, what time do you think it is?"
"'Bout two. They've just gone to the wickets again after lunch."
"Why don't you go and join them now?"
"You know. How's your head?"
"A little better, I think."
"Well enough to come down and look on?"
"Oh no," I said, with a shudder; "I feel too sick and ill for that."
"Have another snooze, then, and you'll be better still."
"But it's too bad to keep you out of the fun," I said.
"I didn't grumble. Go to sleep."
I determined that I would not, but I did, and woke again, to repeat my
question about the time, and receive the answer that my companion had
not got a watch.
"How long have I been asleep, then?" I asked.
"'Bout an hour. Here! hi! what are you going to do?"
"Get up, and go down in the field," I said.
"Hooray! Then it's all right again?"
"No," I replied; "but it's a little better, and I should like to go and
lie down under the big hedge, and see our fellows win."
"Come, I do like that," cried Mercer eagerly, as I went to the
wash-stand, well bathed my temples, and then, feeling very sick and
faint, but not in such pain, I put on my jacket and boots, and we went
slowly down-stairs, and out into the field, where every one was too
intent to take much notice of us, as Tom led me up to the big hedge,
where I lay down on the grass about fifty yards from where the tent
stood close up; and from time to time I saw the boys who were about to
go in to bat, go to the tent to take off their jackets and vests, and
come out ready for the fight.
Our boys were in, and I saw Dicksee change and go to the wicket to come
back with a "duck's egg," as we called it. Then Hodson went in and made
a stand, but a quarter of an hour later, the boy who faced him was
caught, and Burr major walked up to the tent, disappeared, and came out
again all in white, with a brand-new bat over his shoulder.
Just then Mercer, who had been round to the scorers, came back, and
stood watching Burr major as he marched off.
"Oh, I say," he said, "don't you wish you were in it, Frank?"
"Yes," I said, with a sigh. Then--"How's the game now?"
"We're a hundred behind 'em, and our fellows can't stand their bowling.
If Eely and Hodson don't make a big stand, we shall have a horrid
licking. Better?"
"Yes, a little," I said faintly, and then I lay watching the game, while
Mercer walked about--now going up to the empty tent where the boys'
clothes were, now coming back to me to talk about the game. Once he
went and lay down near the tent. Another time he went by it out of
sight, but he was soon back to see how I was, and off in the other
direction, this time to go right round the field and come back by the
tent, and throw himself down by my side.
"What do you think of it now? Oh, look! Hooray! hooray! Run! run!
run!" he roared, and then joined in the hand-clapping, for Hodson had
made a splendid leg hit, which brought us in four, and two more from an
overthrow.
This excited Tom Mercer to such an extent that he could not lie still,
but went off again in the direction of the tent, while I began to know
that I was better, from the interest I was able to take in the game.
Then, after seeing Burr major and Hodson make hit after hit, for they
were now well in, and punishing the bowling to a tremendous extent, I
began to think about how good-companion-like it had been of Mercer to
spoil his own pleasure so as to stay with me, and I lay there resting on
my elbow, watching him for a few minutes, as he stood close up to the
tent.
"Well, Burr junior, how's the head?" cried Mr Hasnip, strolling up with
Mr Rebble.
"A good deal better, sir," I replied, "but very far from well."
"You'll have to take a long night's rest before it will be quite right,"
said Mr Rebble. "By the way, Mrs Browne said I was to report how you
were, so that she could send you something to take if you did not seem
better."
"Oh, I'm ever so much better, sir!" I cried hastily, for I had a keen
recollection of one of the good lady's doses which she had prescribed,
and whose taste I seemed to distinguish then.
"Oh yes, you'll be all right in the morning," said Mr Hasnip. "Well,
Mercer, how are we getting on?"
"I haven't been to the scorers' table, sir," said Mercer, who had just
come back from a spot near the tent, where he could get a better view of
the field than from where I lay under the big oak tree.
"Run and ask, my lad," said Mr Rebble, and he and Mr Hasnip sat down
near me, and chatted so pleasantly that I forgot all about the way in
which they tortured me sometimes with questions.
In due time Mercer came back to announce that Hodson and Burr major had
put on sixty-one between them, and that there were hopes that the game
might be pulled out of the fire even then.
Mercer sat down now beside me, and, the ground in front clearing a
little, we had a good view of the game, which grew more and more
interesting as the strangers fought their best to separate our two
strongest men, and stop them from steadily piling up the score; the loud
bursts of shouting stirring them on to new efforts, which resulted in
the ball being sent here, there, and everywhere, for twos, threes, and
fours, till the excitement seemed to have no bounds.
Then came a check, just as the servants had been busy carrying urns,
teapots, and piled-up plates into the tent, for it was getting late in
the afternoon.
The check was caused by a ball sent skying by Hodson and cleverly
caught, with the result that one of our best cricketers shouldered his
bat and marched off the ground, but proudly, for he had had a splendid
innings, and quite a jubilation of clapping hands ran round the field.
Another took his place, and helped Burr major to make a little longer
stand, but the spirit had gone out of his play, which became more and
more cautious. He stole one here and sent the ball for one there, but
made no more brilliant hits for threes and fours.
At last after a good innings the fresh man was clean bowled, and another
took his place.
"Last of 'em," said Mercer. "Oh, if they can only do it! We only want
five to win."
But during the next quarter of an hour these five were not made. The
new-comer contented himself with playing on the defensive, and with the
knowledge to trouble him of the game resting entirely on his shoulders,
Burr major grew more and more nervous, missing excellent chances that he
would have jumped at earlier in his innings.
"Four to win." Then the fresh boy got a chance, and made one which sent
our lads nearly frantic.
"Three only to win," and there seemed to be not a doubt of our success
now,--for it was "our" success, though I had had nothing to do with the
result.
And now Burr major had a splendid chance, but he was too nervous to take
it, and the over proved blank, as did the next. But in the one which
followed, the fresh boy sent a ball just by mid-wicket, a run was
stolen, and I, too, grew so excited that I forgot my headache and rose
to my knees.
It was a fresh over, a change had been made in the bowling, and the
first ball was delivered and stopped.
The second ball went rushing by the wicket, but it was not wide; and now
the third ball was bowled. It seemed to be an easy one, and in the
midst of the most profound excitement, Burr major gathered himself
together for a big hit, struck out, and--the ball went flying out of the
field?
No; Burr major just missed it, the off-bail was bowled clean and fell a
dozen yards away.
We were beaten.