s the spirit which won at Agincourt, at
Waterloo, at Meeanee, at Dubba, at Lucknow, at Rorke's Drift. It was
this that Saurin was deficient in, and that would have now stood him in
such stead. Edwards was not the one to infuse any of it into him, for
he was as much dismayed by the effects of the last round as his friend
himself. Stubbs, indeed, tried to cheer him, inciting him to pull
himself together, spar for wind, and look out for a chance with his
sound right hand, but he was not a youth to carry influence with him.

In the next round Crawley closed with his adversary, who, when he at
last struggled loose, rolled ignominiously over on the ground, and in
point of beauty there was nothing to choose now between the visages of
the two combatants.

"I--I can't fight any more," said Saurin, as he was held up on Edwards'
knee, to which he had been dragged with some difficulty.

"Oh! have another go at him," urged Stubbs; "he is as bad as you are,
and you will be all right presently if you keep away a bit, and get down
the first blow. Just get your wind, and science must tell."

"But I'm so giddy, I--I can't stand," said Saurin.

"Time!" was called, and Crawley sprang off his second's knee as strong
as possible, but he stood in the middle of the ring alone.

"It's no good; he can't stand," cried Edwards. And then a tremendous
cheering broke out, and everybody pressed forward to congratulate
Crawley and pat him on the back. But he made his way over to Saurin,
and offered to shake hands.

"It all luck," he said. "You are better at this game than I am, and you
would have licked me if you had not hurt your left hand. And look here,
I had no right to speak as I did. And--and if you thought I wanted to
get you out of the eleven you were mistaken."

Saurin was too dazed to feel spiteful just then; he had a vague idea
that Crawley wanted to shake hands, and that it would be "bad form" to
hold back, so he put his right hand out and murmured something
indistinctly.

"Stand back, you fellows," said Crawley, "he is fainting. Give him a
chance of a breath of air."

And indeed Saurin had to be carried up out of the dell, laid on his back
under the trees, and have water dashed in his face, before he could put
on his jacket and waistcoat and walk back to his tutor's house. And
when he arrived there he was in such pain in the side that he had to go
to bed. Crawley himself was a sorry sight for a victor. But his
disc