"That is good hearing," said Henry.
"Did they hear?" asked Gerald anxiously, looking over at the Chartleigh team.
"You may think you're very funny, but I'll bet you a—a—anything you like that I get George out."
"All right," said Gerald. "I'll play you for second wicket down, the loser to go in last."
"Done," I said, "and what about passing the salad now?"
After lunch the editor took me on one side and said: "I don't like it. I don't like it at all."
"Then why did you have so much?" I asked.
"I mean the wicket. It's dangerous. I am not thinking of myself so much as of——"
"As of the reading public?"
"Quite so."