Nobody who saw these men at practice could possibly have suspected that
they thought of anything but winning their match, though each of them
must have known that all the others had been offered ten pounds a head to
lose it. In the dressing-room, where they stood rubbing each other down
with flesh-gloves in the clouds of steam that the cold air condensed from
half a dozen tin baths of hot water, they talked of plans and prospects
just as if no shadow of corruption had ever approached them. Nobody had
mentioned the subject to Abner since Hudson had tackled him at the works.
That, no doubt, was the policy of those who had put up the money: to let
the thought of it sink in over a period of ten days and trust to the
frailty of human nature on the eleventh. They knew their business, for
the mere presence of such a disturbing problem was enough to demoralise
the team.
On the day before the match the Mawne goalkeeper sprained his ankle at
practice, and neither the bandages nor the embrocation of the trainer
could restore him. In this emergency the committee called upon George
Harper, who had retired four or five years before and was now a man of
substance and landlord of a public-house, to take his place. Abner, who
had always been on good terms with this idol of his boyhood, went up to
him after the last practice game and told him of Hudson’s offer. Harper
listened to him in silence, nodding his head, but when Abner asked him if
he too had been approached by Hudson, he only laughed. ‘Hudson?’ he
said, ‘that red-whiskered b—? No fear of that! He dursen’t come near
me. He knows what he’d get, does Mr Hudson.’
In spite of this, when the team were assembled in the dressing-room of
the Albion ground on the day of the cup-tie, Abner saw the trainer take
George Harper aside. He talked excitedly in a low voice, but Harper only
went red in the face and said nothing. As they left the dressing-room
Abner winked at George, and George, solemnly, winked back at him. The
captain kicked the ball into the middle of the field, and the Mawne team
ran out after him, amid a spreading uproar of cheers.
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