"Ambidextrous, eh? Catch this. Now, throw it in again—left hand."
Pip did so, wondering.
"Do you ever bowl left-handed?" was the next inquiry.
"No, sir."
"Well, just come to a net for a few minutes. You other people can cut off to tea now."
The tea-bell had just rung, and the field was emptying rapidly.
"Now, my son," said the master, "you are going to bowl to me with your left hand. Plug them in."
Pip did so. His first ball was a fast half-volley, and was promptly treated as it deserved.
"Now, another. Take my ball. The groundboy will field yours."
Pip, full of importance at having some one to field for him, bowled again. This time he sent down a good length ball. Mr. Hanbury stepped out to it, played right outside it, and next moment his leg-stump was lying on the ground. He was clean bowled.