“Rollitt bought it! Why, he’s as poor as a church mouse. How could he get the money, I’d like to know?”
“He got it the very next day,” said Fisher minor. “I suppose he had some; but promise you won’t say anything.”
“What’s the use of making a secret of it? I won’t say anything unless you like. But I must go to Yorke.”
The captain was quite prepared for the action of the Moderns.
“They’ve struck,” said he. “Now the question is, shall we play on Saturday, or scratch the match?”
The unanimous verdict was in favour of playing, whatever the result.
“Of course we are never sure of Rollitt until we’ve got him,” said he, “so we may have to play without him.”
“Would Stratton play for us?” asked some one.
“No, don’t let’s go outside and ask masters. We’re in for a licking; but we’ll make the best fight we can.”
So yet another notice appeared on the board before nightfall.