“’Bout two. They’ve just gone to the wickets again after lunch.”
“Why don’t you go and join them now?”
“You know. How’s your head?”
“A little better, I think.”
“Well enough to come down and look on?”
“Oh no,” I said, with a shudder; “I feel too sick and ill for that.”
“Have another snooze, then, and you’ll be better still.”
“But it’s too bad to keep you out of the fun,” I said.
“I didn’t grumble. Go to sleep.”
I determined that I would not, but I did, and woke again, to repeat my question about the time, and receive the answer that my companion had not got a watch.