“Well，I’mnotquitesurethatheoughttobeinforhisplay，“
saidTom，“butIcouldn’thelpputtinghimin。Itwilldohimsomuchgood，andyoucan’tthinkwhatIowehim。“
Themastersmiled。Theclockstrikeseight，andthewholefieldbecomesfeveredwithexcitement。Arthur，aftertwonarrowescapes，scoresone，andJohnsongetstheball。Thebowlingandfieldingaresuperb，andJohnson’sbattingworthytheoccasion。
Hemakeshereatwo，andthereaone，managingtokeeptheballtohimself，andArthurbacksupandrunsperfectly。Onlyelevenrunstomakenow，andthecrowdscarcelybreathe。AtlastArthurgetstheballagain，andactuallydrivesitforwardfortwo，andfeelsprouderthanwhenhegotthethreebestprizes，athearingTom’sshoutofjoy，“Wellplayed，wellplayed，youngun！“
Butthenextballistoomuchfortheyounghand，andhisbailsflydifferentways。Ninerunstomake，andtwowicketstogodown:itistoomuchforhumannerves。