“And do you know,” said Ricketts, “I heard to-day he is down to play in the match against the County.”
“Is he?” exclaimed Braddy in excitement; “very well, then. I shall not play if he does. That’s all about that.”
Ricketts laughed.
“Awfully sorry, old man, but you’re not in the fifteen this time.”
Braddy’s face was a picture at this moment—he turned red and blue and white in his astonishment.
“What!” he exclaimed, as soon as he could find words. “I’m not in the team!”
“You’ll see the list on the notice board; you’d better go and look.”
Off went the wretched Braddy to be convinced of his fate.
“You’re in the team, Ricketts, I see,” said Tom Senior. “Shall you play if Greenfield does?”
“Don’t know,” said Ricketts. “A fellow doesn’t get a chance to play against the County every day. It’s precious awkward.”