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"Georgie" I needn't have worried. He recovered himself finely—made a ripping save by chucking himself on the ball at their feet, just as it was on our line."

"That was first rate," said I encouragingly. Though I knew no more than Adam what had happened. "I'm glad the poor lad did something decent."

"It wasn't so jolly decent for him," Georgie said gloomily. "He got a beastly kick on the head for his trouble. Sort of thing you might expect from those rotten Gladiators."

"Was it very serious?" I asked.

His face fell still lower.

"I should think it jolly well was. It was so serious that it sent him stark staring off his chump. I saw that at once and tried to coax him off the field quietly. The other chaps wouldn't have known anything more than that he 'd had a bad cut."

"He wouldn't go then?"

"Go? Not he. He looked me up and down and smiled. Sort of smile that makes 214