"Well, it was on that hurling game between Breage and our fellows, and I just played the game over again in imagination when I was writing."
"That accounts for its realism, no doubt."
"Did 'ee notice Tenny after the general prize was given?"
"No."
"His face was as wisht[7] as a herring."
[7] Wisht—sickly.
"No doubt. I noticed him after the silver medal was given and he was green around the eyes."
"Serves him right," said Dick, "for sending us to Coventry on account of that tale of Creakle about your father and grandfather."
There was silence for a moment, unbroken save by the breaking of the waves on the beach beneath.
"Dick, you asked me once out of curiosity concerning that tale and I am now going to tell you and get your ideas. You have a better head than we gave you credit for."