A Prefect’s Uncle

up for fifty yards at full speed, could not stop himself at once. His impetus carried him on when all need for expenditure of energy had come to an end. He was just slowing down, leaving Norris to complete the thing alone, when to his utter amazement he found the ball in his hands. Norris had passed to him. With a clear run in, and the nearest foeman yards to the rear, Norris had passed. It was certainly weird, but his first duty was to score. There must be no mistake about the scoring. Afterwards he could do any thinking that might be required. He shot at express speed over the line, and placed the ball in the exact centre of the white line which joined the posts. Then he walked back to where Norris was waiting for him.

“Good man,” said Norris, “that was awfully good.”

His tone was friendly. He spoke as he had been accustomed to speak before the M.C.C. match. Gethryn took his cue from him. It was evident that, for reasons at present unexplained, Norris wished for peace, and such being the case, the Bishop was only too glad to oblige him.

“No,” he said, “it was jolly good of you to let me in like that. Why, you’d only got to walk over.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I might have slipped or something. Anyhow I thought I’d better pass. What price Beckford combination? The homemade article, eh?”

“Rather,” said the Bishop.

“Oh, by the way,” said Norris, “I was talking to young Wilson yesterday evening. Or rather he was talking to me. Decent kid, isn’t he? He was telling me about Farnie. The M.C.C. match, you know, and so on.”

“Oh!” said the Bishop. He began to see how things had happened.

“Yes,” said Norris. “Hullo, that gives us the game.”

A roar of applause from the touchline greeted the successful attempt of Hill to convert Gethryn’s try into the necessary goal. The referee performed a solo on the whistle, and immediately afterwards another, as if as an encore.

“No side,” he said pensively. The School had won by two points.

“That’s all right,” said Norris. “I say, can you come and have tea in my study when you’ve changed? Some of the fellows are coming. I’ve asked Reece and Marriott, and Pringle said he’d turn up too. It’ll be rather a tight fit, but we’ll manage somehow.”

“Right,” said the Bishop. “Thanks very much.”

Norris was correct. It was a tight fit. But then a study brew loses half its charm if there is room to breathe. It was a most enjoyable ceremony in every way. After the serious part of the meal was over, and the time had arrived when it was found pleasanter to eat wafer biscuits than muffins, the Bishop obliged once more with a recital of his adventures on that distant day in the summer term.

There were several comments when he had finished. The only one worth recording is Reece’s.

Reece said it distinctly reminded him of a thing which had happened to a friend of a chap his brother had known at Sandhurst.

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