'Yes. Just a gentle spin to keep you in training. Hullo, this looks like them.' He plunged both hands into a box near the window and flung out a mass of football clothes. It reminded Charteris of a terrier digging at a rabbit-hole. He protested. 'Don't, Babe. Treat 'em tenderly. You'll be spoiling the crease in those bags if you heave 'em about like that. I'm very particular about how I look on the football field. _I_ was always taught to dress myself like a little gentleman, so to speak. Well, now you've seen them, put 'em away.' 'Put 'em on,' said the Babe firmly. 'You are a beast, Babe. I don't want to go for a run. I'm getting too old for violent exercise.' 'Buck up,' said the Babe. 'We mustn't chuck any chances away. Now that Tony can't play, we shall have to do all we know if we want to win.' 'I don't see what need there is to get nervous about it. Considering we've got three of the First three-quarter line, and the Second Fifteen back, we ought to do pretty well.' 'But look at Dacre's scrum. There's Prescott, to start with. He's worth any two of our men put together. Then they've got Carter, Smith, and Hemming out of the first, and Reeve-Jones out of the second. And their outsides aren't so very bad, if you come to think of it. Bannister's in the first, and the other three-quarters are all good. And they've got both the second halves. You'll have practically to look after both of them now that Tony's crocked. And Baddeley has come on a lot this term.' 'Babe,' said Charteris, 'you have reason. I will turn over a new leaf. I _will_ be good. Give me my things and I'll come for a run. Only please don't let it be anything over twenty miles.' 'Good man,' said the gratified Babe. 'We won't go far, and will take it quite easy.' 'I tell you what,' said Charteris. 'Do you know a place called Worbury? I thought you wouldn't, probably. It's only a sort of hamlet, two cottages, three public-houses, and a duck-pond, and that sort of thing. I only know it because Welch and I ran there once last year. It's in the Badgwick direction, about three miles by road, mostly along the level. I vote we muffle up fairly well, blazers and sweaters and so on, run to Worbury, tea at one of the cottages, and back in time for lock-up. How does that strike you?' 'It sounds all right. How about tea though? Are you certain you can get it?' 'Rather. The Oldest Inhabitant is quite a pal of mine.' Charteris's circle of acquaintances was a standing wonder to the Babe and other Merevalians. He seemed to know everybody in the county.