"How foolish of them to run so hard." "Well, it can't be helped; he has played very well.

Whose turn is it to go in ?" "I don't know; they've got your list in the tent." "Let's go and see," said Tom, rising; but at this moment Jack Raggles and two or three more came running to the island moat.
"O Brown, mayn't I go in next ?" shouts the Swiper.
"Whose name is next on the list ?" says the captain.
"Winter's, and then Arthur's," answers the boy who carries it; "but there are only twenty-six runs to get, and no time to lose.

I heard Mr.Aislabie say that the stumps must be drawn at a quarter past eight exactly." "Oh, do let the Swiper go in," chorus the boys; so Tom yields against his better judgment.
"I dare say now I've lost the match by this nonsense," he says, as he sits down again; "they'll be sure to get Jack's wicket in three or four minutes; however, you'll have the chance, sir, of seeing a hard hit or two," adds he, smiling, and turning to the master.
"Come, none of your irony, Brown," answers the master.

"I'm beginning to understand the game scientifically.

What a noble game it is, too!" "Isn't it?
But it's more than a game.