“I don’t see why we shouldn’t get him to play if he is at Coventry,” said Callonby; “we didn’t send him there.”
“All very well,” said the captain; “if we got him we should lose Ricketts, and Bullinger, and Tom Senior, and Braddy, which would come to about the same thing.”
“And I shouldn’t play either,” said Loman, “if Greenfield played.”
Stansfield shrugged his shoulders and looked vicious.
“All child’s play!” said he. “They think it’s very grand and a fine spectacle and all that. But they ought to have more consideration for the credit of the school.”
“It’s not much to the credit of the school,” said Loman, “to have a fellow like him in the fifteen.”
“It’s less credit to have a pack of louts who tumble head over heels every time they try to pick up a ball, and funk a charge twice out of every thrice!” retorted Stansfield, who was one of the peppery order. “Greenfield’s worth any half-dozen of you, I tell you.”
“Better get him to play Landfield by himself,” growled Loman, who generally got the worst of it in discussions like this.
“It’s a plaguey nuisance, that’s what it is,” said Stansfield; “we are sure to get licked. Who’s to play half-back instead of him, I’d like to know?”
“Forrester, in the Fourth, plays a very good half-back,” said Callonby; “he’s tremendously quick on his feet.”