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22 “That’s one thing that’s not fair,” he said.

“I’ll give it to you after the game.” And he thrust it into his hip-pocket.

The Sixth Former, a big, good-natured looking fellow, whose name Edward did not know, was dazed by this sudden audacity, and stood with nothing to say; then, after Edward had  turned and resumed his coaching, his cheeks  grew red. But although some of his friends crowded round and urged him vociferously, he  made no move to recover his property.

When Dunbar had struck out, as he did quite promptly, and Edward went to the bat,  there was an outburst of derisive cries.

“Pishaw, P—shaw!” cried somebody.

“Pishaw, P—shaw, Freshy Crashaw!” cried somebody else, and pretty soon the Fifth and  Sixth Form crowd took up the cry and chanted  it unctuously.

Edward gave them a hurt, surprised look; then his lips tightened and he faced Bell. They did not keep up their derisive chant very long, for Edward swung at the second ball  pitched, and sent it on a beautiful swift rising