David gave a cackle of laughter.
“Don’t rub it in,” he said. “I apologised. Juicy shot, too. I say, Tomlin sent you down an over of corkers after that.”
“Nearly spewed with anxiety,” said Frank. “Absolute limit of an over.”
“Wicked fellow, Tomlin,” quoth David. “Glad I didn’t get any of them.”
“So’m I, damn glad. Else——”
“Of course nobody can bat except yourself,” said David.
“You can’t, anyhow.”
“But we’ve won.”
“Have we really? Don’t interrupt. I should have added that you can bowl.”
“You can’t,” said David, getting level.