g their hands.

By one o'clock the Masters were out, having compiled the diminutive
score of 99. Not once had they been asked to face my bowling. Honion
and White shared the wickets between them.

Now the only question was: would the school be able to beat them by
an innings, and so crown their glorious season? They had better, for
the onlookers would be content with nothing less.

Everyone adjourned for lunch. The noise in the dining halls, which
the masters made no attempt to check, was tremendous, since all were
offering their forecasts of the result. But this fact was
universally accepted: the School Eleven would play carefully till
they had scored a hundred runs and so passed the Masters' total,
after which they would adopt forcing tactics and lift the score over
300. Then they would declare, and bowl the Masters out for a price
under the spare 200 runs. Thus the innings victory would be
achieved.

Sec.4

The most effective, the most spectacular, and probably the worst
innings of the School Eleven was that played by Moles White. He
dragged his elephantine form to the wicket, and, looking round with
his genial smile, prepared to enjoy the Masters' bowling. Again and
again he lifted the ball high into the air and grinned as master
after master dropped the catches. It was a method that could only
have been successful in such a match as this, where the field had
been taken by a team like the Masters, whose "tail" was quite out of
practice and rather stiff in the joints.

Every vigorous hit of White's, even if it soared skyward, was
cheered with loud cries of "Good old Moles!" Every time his
unpardonable catches were dropped, the acclamations were lost in
laughter. And when with a splendid stroke he lifted the score over
the Masters' total and into three figures, White enjoyed the triumph
of his school career.

By this time there was collected behind the railings that surround
Kensingtowe a fine crowd of carters and cabmen, who had "woahed"
their horses and were standing on their boxes, enjoying an excellent
view. They had no idea what the match was, or who were winning, but
every time they heard the boys begin to cheer, they waved their
hats, brandished their whips, and cheered and whistled as well. The
excellent fellows only knew that the great crowd of young gents was
happy, and were benignantly pleased to share their happiness.

White made his fifty and was bowled in attempting the most
abominable of b