All was well. The match was a draw now whatever happened to him. He hit out, almost at a venture, at the last ball, and mid-off, jumping, just failed to reach it. It hummed over his head, and ran like a streak along the turf and up the bank, and a great howl of delight went up from the school as the umpire took off the bails. Mike walked away from the wickets with Joe and the wicket-keeper. “I’m sorry about your nose, Joe,” said the wicket-keeper in tones of grave solicitude. “What’s wrong with it?” “At present,” said the wicket-keeper, “nothing. But in a few years I’m afraid it’s going to be put badly out of joint.” CHAPTER XIV A SLIGHT IMBROGLIO Mike got his third eleven colours after the M.C.C. match. As he had made twenty-three not out in a crisis in a first eleven match, this may not seem an excessive reward. But it was all that he expected. One had to take the rungs of the ladder singly at Wrykyn. First one was given one’s third eleven cap. That meant, “You are a promising man, and we have our eye on you.” Then came the second colours. They might mean anything from “Well, here you are. You won’t get any higher, so you may as well have the thing now,” to “This is just to show that we still have our eye on you.” Mike was a certainty now for the second. But it needed more than one performance to secure the first cap. “I told you so,” said Wyatt, naturally, to Burgess after the match. “He’s not bad,” said Burgess. “I’ll give him another shot.” But Burgess, as has been pointed out, was not a person who ever became gushing with enthusiasm. * * * * * So Wilkins, of the School House, who had played twice for the first eleven, dropped down into the second, as many a good man had done before him, and Mike got his place in the next match, against the Gentlemen of the County. Unfortunately for him, the visiting team, however gentlemanly, were not brilliant cricketers, at any rate as far as bowling was concerned. The school won the toss, went in first, and made three hundred and sixteen for five wickets, Morris making another placid century. The innings was declared closed before Mike had a chance of distinguishing himself. In an innings which lasted for one over he made two runs, not out; and had to console himself for the cutting short of his performance by the fact that his average for the school was still infinity. Bob, who was one of those lucky enough to have an unabridged innings, did better in this match, making twenty-five. But with Morris making a hundred and seventeen, and Berridge, Ellerby, and Marsh all passing the half-century, this score did not show up excessively.