"The incoming batsman," I began, "who seemed in no way daunted by the position of affairs——"
"Five hundred for nine," put in Myra.
"—reached double figures for the fourth time this season, with a lofty snick to the boundary. Then turning his attention to the slow bowler he despatched him between his pads and the wicket for a couple. This, however, was his last scoring stroke, as in the same over he played forward to a long hop and fell a victim to the vigilance of the wicket-keeper."
"For nearly a quarter of an hour," continued Myra, "he had defied the attack, and the character of his batting may be easily judged from the fact that his score included one five——"
"Four from an overthrow," I added in parenthesis.
"And one four. Save for a chance to mid-on before he had scored, and another in the slips when seven, his innings was almost entirely free from blemish——"
"Although on one occasion he had the good fortune, when playing back to a half-volley, to strike the wicket without dislodging the bails."
"See to-morrow's Sportsman," concluded Myra.
"Oh, you children," laughed Archie, as he walked over to inspect the ham. "Bless you."
Miss Fortescue gave a little cough and began to speak. Miss Fortescue is one of those thoroughly good girls who take an interest in everything. A genuine trier. On this occasion she said: "I often wonder who it is who writes those accounts in The Sportsman."