“Got him—got the hat! No, I’m hanged if I have; at least he wasn’t in it. The crafty cuss, he must have stuck it up on purpose. Another over ... scoring’s slow.... I wonder if he’s sportsman enough to take a hint? His hat-trick’s foolish. Will he show his face if I show mine?” I lay with closed ears and eyes. My leg had come to life again, and the rest of me was numb. “Bunny!” His voice sounded higher. He must have been sitting upright. “Well?” But it was not well with me; that was all I thought as my lips made the word. “It’s not only been the best time I ever had, old Bunny, but I’m not half sure—” Of what I can but guess; the sentence was not finished, and never could be in this world.