"Never breathe the word! We must keep in condition, with the Tournament due next month, or the Tommies will carry off half our trophies. What games do you play, Mr. Browne? We want new blood badly, especially in the cricket field. I'm captain of the first eleven."
"I don't play, though."
"Are you a decent aerial yachtsman?"
"I'm a savage," cried the boy humbly, but Sydney had set him quite at ease.
"A savage?"
"I'm from the province of Yukon."
"Where on earth is that?"
"In arctic Canada. My old man has cattle."
"In the Arctic?"
"Yes, a six months' day, and a six months' night. I tell you it's an awful thing for a cowpuncher to face you fellows."