Scene—The Cricket Field. The Bell has rung for the Second Innings. Mr. Land Bill is just going to the wickets, and pauses to exchange a word or two with Mr. Crimes Bill, who has had so long an innings in the earlier part of the match.
Crimes Bill (taking it easy on his bat). Hello, L. B. my lad, you're going in?
L. B. (buttoning his gloves nervously). Ye—e—s. Captain's orders!
C. B. Well, I hope you'll win.
L. B. I'll do my best; can Cricketer do more?
C. B. No. But, by Jove! you'll find it hard to score.
L. B. What? Bowling killing?
C. B. Beastly! Talk of "shying"?
Crossland's a lamb to Healy.
L. B. Ah! that's trying.