"'Tis easy, owd man, if you keep 'im canterin' from start."
"Tried 'im tandem once, they did—oh, Gawd!"
"What you needs, owd Ned, is a kip, e'en if 'ee can't sleep. Who's Captain of o' this St. Asaph's cricketin' lot?"
"Rev'runt Mallaby—Dixon Mallaby. Gradely chap. Champion bat 'e be, nobbut 'e's a parson."
"Then I'll drive 'em," said Dick, "and you get a lift o'er to Ecclesthorpe later, an' tool 'em home. 'Long about that time you'll be rested, an' Tod'll be after his oats."
Blossom nodded, lifting his tankard and waving it on the way to his mouth, in feeble farewell.
As he went out Dick glanced sideways at Amaryllis. The sparkle in her eyes stopped him.
"Oh, daddy!" she murmured, "what a liar you are!"
"Cha-ampion!" said Dick, adding, as he left her: "Rubberneck!"
Already the cricketers were gathering about the rear of the brake, amongst them a gentleman.