"Oh, but I do try."
"Yes. Well, you'll find it difficult."
The editor sighed.
"Then I shall have to retire hurt," he said.
Bolton chuckled to himself.
"One never retires hurt at chess," he said, as he huffed the editor's king. "Though once," he added proudly, "I sprained my hand, and had to make all my moves with the left one. Check."
The editor yawned, and looked out of the window.
"Are we nearly there?" he asked.
IV. IN THE FIELD
It is, I consider, the duty of a captain to consult the wishes of his team now and then, particularly when he is in command of such a heterogeneous collection of the professions as I was. I was watching a match at the Oval once, and at the end of an over Lees went up to Dalmeny, and had a few words with him. Probably, I thought, he is telling him a good story that he heard at lunch; or, maybe, he is asking for the latest gossip from the Lobby. My neighbour, however, held other views.