"He didn't tell me he was at Wellingham."
"He would have in another minute, and that he was captain of the school and the footer fifteen, and what he was fed on as a baby and how many muscles he had got in his big toe," Ward jerked out as he pulled furiously at his pipe, which he had already tried to light two or three times.
"I thought he seemed a nice sort of man," I said.
"I expect you think everybody you see nice sort of men," he replied rather queerly, though he laughed as he spoke.
"I hope so; it is a jolly comfortable state to be in," I answered.
"But a very dangerous one. You must get awfully left."
I picked up Wisden's Cricket Almanack, which had been one of the things in my bag, and began to read it, for I had taken a fancy to Murray and did not see much use in listening to what I felt Ward wanted to say about him.
"You will probably be friends with Murray for about a month, and then it will end with a snap," he said.
"I can promise you that if I am friends with him for a month it won't end with a snap, even if his toes simply bulge with muscles," I replied.
"If anybody warned you against a man you would take no notice."