"By Hobbs," cried Archie, as he began to put away the porridge, "I feel as fit as anything this morning. I'm absolutely safe for a century."
"You shouldn't boast with your mouth full," Myra told her brother.
"It wasn't quite full," pleaded Archie, "and I really am good for runs to-day."
"You will make," I said, "exactly fourteen."
"Hallo, good-morning. Didn't see you were there."
"I have been here all the time. Fourteen."
"It seems a lot," said Myra doubtfully.
Archie laughed in scorn.
"The incoming batsman," I began, "who seemed in no way daunted by the position of affairs——"
"Five hundred for nine," put in Myra.
"—reached double figures for the fourth time this season, with a lofty snick to the boundary. Then turning his attention to the slow bowler he despatched him between his pads and the wicket for a couple. This, however, was his last scoring stroke, as in the same over he played forward to a long hop and fell a victim to the vigilance of the wicket-keeper."
