"Look here, is there anybody else who wants to say anything? No? Then I'll go on with my over." Archie, who had begun to walk back to his place, returned thoughtfully to me. "I just wanted to say, old chap, that if you're writing home to-night about it, you might remember me to your people." Blair was about the only person who didn't insult me. This was because he had been fielding long-on; and as soon as the wicket fell he moved round about fifty yards to talk to Miss Fortescue. What people can see in her---- Well, directly my next ball was bowled he started running as hard as he could to square leg, and brought off one of the finest catches I've ever seen. "The old square-leg trap," said Archie. "But you cut it rather fine, didn't you? I suppose you knew he was a sprinter?" "I didn't cut it at all--I was bowling. Go away." Yes, I confess it. I did the hat trick. It was a good length half-volley, and the batsman, who had watched my first three balls, was palpably nervous. Archie walked round and round me in silence for some time, and then went over to Thomas. "He's playing tennis with me this evening," he began. "I was beaten at billiards by him last night," said Thomas proudly. "He's going to let me call him by his Christian name." "They say he's an awfully good chap when you know him," replied Thomas. I got another wicket with the last ball of the over, and then we had lunch. Myra was smiling all over her face when we came in, but beyond a "Well bowled, Walter" (which I believe to be Brearley's name), would have nothing to do with me. Instead she seized Archie, and talked long and eagerly to him. And they both laughed a good deal. "Arkwright," I heard Archie say at the end. "He's sure to be there, and would do it like a shot." Like a wise captain Archie did not put me on after lunch, and Simpson soon began to have the tail in difficulties. Just after the eighth wicket fell a telegram came out. Archie took it and handed it to me. "From Maclaren, I expect," he said with a grin. "You funny ass; I happen to know it's from Dick. I asked him for a wire about the Kent match." "Oh, did Kent win?" said Archie, looking over my shoulder. As I opened it, the others came up, and I read-- "_Please be in attendance for next Test Match._" "HAWKE" I got three more that afternoon. One from Fry, one from Leveson-Gower, and one from Maclaren. They all came from Lord's, and I've half a mind to take my telegrams with me, and go. Then Myra would probably get six months in the second division. "But I shouldn't mind that," said Myra. "You could easily bowl--I mean bail--me out." A silly joke, I call it. CHAPTER V AT PLAY I selected a handkerchief, gave a last look at the weather, which was beastly, and went down (very late) to breakfast. As I opened the door there was a sudden hush. Everybody looked eagerly at me. Then Miss Fortescue tittered.