"The point is, my dear Ellison," he said, "that I want the bowling broken a bit before you go in. Then your free, aggressive style would have a better chance. I was thinking of putting you in fourth wicket. Would not that suit you?"
"I thought so. Tell him, Dick."
"Look here, Drew," said Dick; "you'll regard what I'm going to say as said under seal of the confessional and that sort of thing, won't you?"
"I shall, of course, respect any confidence you impart to me, my dear Henley. What is this dreadful secret?"
Dick explained.
"So you see," he concluded, "it's absolutely necessary that we should start fair."
The Rev. Henry looked as disturbed as if he had suddenly detected symptoms of Pelagianism in a member of his Sunday-school class.
"Is such a contest quite——? Is it not a little—um?" he said.
"Not at all," said Dick, hastening to justify himself and friend. "We must settle the thing somehow, and neither of us will back out. If we didn't do this we should have to toss."
"Heaven forbid!" said the curate, shocked.