Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Schools -- England -- Juvenile fiction; Sports stories
“You’re all making a great mistake,” said Coles. “In years to come
you’ll be sorry you mucked your Rugger like this. Personally I was
always in favour of Rouse as skipper, and I think that to have brought
his own son here was a beastly thing for the Head to have done, and so
does Roe himself. But that’s no reason for cutting off your own nose to
spite your face. It’s agreed that we don’t lose any dignity by indulging
in house friendlies, and if we’re going to play a match let’s get out
our best side. I believe Roe is a very hot forward, and even if we won’t
let him be captain that’s no reason why the poor blighter shouldn’t have
a game. He needn’t be skipper.”
“Ah!” said Saville, “that’s just it. He’ll want to be.”
Coles made a sly gesture with his hand.
“You leave it to me. I’ll have a word with him. He’ll quite see your
point of view. We’ll fix that up all right.”
“We should like him to come on the field walking a modest distance
behind everybody else,” said Betteridge. “That’s what we should like.
You might tell him that, will you?”
“You leave that to me,” repeated Coles magnanimously. “He’ll quite see
the sense of not forcing himself to the front. And I do think it’d be a
pretty rotten exhibition of sportsmanship to tell him he can’t even play
on the side at all.”
He paused and looked round them blandly. Nobody responded to his
glances; every head had turned instead towards the big clock over the
school which was striking the hour, and next moment the group had
swiftly dispersed and Coles was left alone looking after them. He was
himself in no special hurry. As a matter of fact, he had an appointment
with the house master.
At last he slowly pursed his lips and nodded his head.
They would let Roe play. Half the battle had been won.
* * * * *
It was a day to be appreciated, and in token of the fact the whole of
Morley’s were ranged along one touch-line and the greater part of
Seymour’s along the other, whilst sprinkled here and there in the crowd
were representatives of lesser houses expressing their opinion on this
game in the detached manner of disinterested onlookers. There were also
a couple of spare balls being kicked about, and even those who had never
the patience to watch houses other than their own playing had come
running to the scene at the prospect of getting in a few kicks
themselves. After all, in these days good Rugger was rare. Except where
Morley’s were concerned, there had not been any great zest in the house
friendlies played to date. It had been too evident that these games
would not lead to anything.
But a trial of strength between Morley’s and Seymour’s, with the latter
strengthened by the inclusion of Coles at the expense of the former,
gave promise of being a little out of the ordinary. Besides Rouse was
playing on one side, and it was understood that Roe might be discovered
upon the other. There was a chance of the two meeting.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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