"Well, really—" he said. "Do you remember anything else about him?"
"He was a medium-paced, left-handed bowler, breaking both ways, with a good deal of swerve as well," said Miss Innes, becoming suddenly and surprisingly technical: "he had a curious oblique run, and he usually bowled about one really fast ball every over."
"Oh—Pip!" said the captain at once.
"That is the name," said the girl; "I remember now, when a catch went to him in the outfield, you called out, 'Run for it, Pip!'"
"That's him," said Cayley. "Yes, he has been disappointing lately. He is a good bowler, too; but somehow he is not taking wickets at present."
"Have you ever tried him round the wicket?" asked Elsie. "With his run he would pass behind the umpire just before delivering the ball."
The captain was fairly startled this time. He turned and regarded the ingénue beside him with undisguised interest and admiration.
"I say," he remarked, with the air of one who has just made a profound discovery, "you know something about cricket!"
Miss Innes, much to his surprise, blushed like a little schoolboy at the compliment.
"I was brought up to it," she said. "I am a sister of Raven Innes."