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h when once entered on--a lie had become an easy thing to utter. "How did you manage that?" exclaimed Callonby. "Mind you get it right by to-morrow, or we _shall_ be in a fix." This little piece of flattery pleased Loman, who said, "I'm afraid I shan't be able to play." "What! Who's that won't be able to play?" said Raleigh, coming up in unwonted excitement. "Loman; he's sprained his wrist." "Have you shown it to Dr Splints?" said Raleigh. "No," said Loman, beginning to feel uncomfortable. "It's hardly bad enough for that." "Then it's hardly bad enough to prevent your playing," said Raleigh, drily. Loman did not like this. He and Raleigh never got on well together, and it was evident the captain was more angry than sympathetic now. "Whatever shall we do for bowlers?" said some one. "I'm awfully sorry," said Loman, wishing he was anywhere but where he was; "but how am I to help?" "Whatever induced you to sprain your wrist?" said Wren. "You might just as well have put it off till Monday." "Just fancy how foolish we shall look if those young beggars beat us, as they are almost sure to do," said Winter. Loman was quickly losing his temper, for all this was, or seemed to be, addressed pointedly to him. "What's the use of talking like that?" he retorted. "You ass, you! as if I could help." "Shouldn't wonder if you could help," replied Winter. "Perhaps," suggested some one, "it was the _Dominican_ put him out of joint. It certainly did give him a rap over the knuckles." "What do you mean?" exclaimed Loman, angrily, and half drawing his supposed sprained hand out of the sling. "Shut up, you fellows," interposed Raleigh, authoritatively. "Baynes will play in the eleven to-morrow instead of Loman, so there's an end of the matter." Loman was sorely mortified. He had expected his defection would create quite a sensation, and that his class-fellows would be inconsolable at his accident. Instead of that, he had only contrived to quarrel with nearly all of them, alienating their sympathy; and in the end he was to be quietly superseded by Baynes, and the match was to go on as if he had never been heard of at Saint Dominic's. "Never mind; I'm bound to go and see Cripps. Besides," said he to himself, "they'll miss me to-morrow, whatever they say to-day." Next day, just when the great match was beginning, and the entire school was hanging breathless on the issue of every ball, Lom
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