We'd better cheer him, I say." And the two grandees suit the action to the word, and rejoice the heart of Tedbury as he retires to the tent, by their lusty applause.
The Willoughbites do not do badly as a whole.

A few of them, either through incompetence or terror at the presence of old Wyndham, fail to break their duck's-eggs, but the others among them put together the respectable score of one hundred and five--the identical figures, by the way, which Wyndham scored off his own bat the other day in the Colts' match of his county.
During the interval there is a general incursion of spectators into the ground, and a stampede by the more enthusiastic to the tent where the great umpire is known to be "on show" for a short time.
Amongst others, Parson and Telson incautiously quit their seats, which are promptly "bagged" by Bosher and Lawkins, who have had their eyes on them all the morning, and are determined now, at any rate, to take the reward of their patience, and hold them against all comers.
The crowd in the tent has not a long time wherein to feast its eyes on the old captain, for Willoughby goes out to field almost at once, and Templeton's innings begins.

Whatever may have been the case with the school, Templeton seems quite unable to perform under the eyes of the great "M.C.C." man, and wicket after wicket falls in rapid succession, until with the miserable total of fifty-one they finally retire for this innings.
"A follow-on," says Game, who from near the tent is patronisingly looking on, in company with Ashley, Tipper, and Wibberly.

"I suppose they ought to do them in one innings now ?" "Ought to try," says Tipper.

"Some of these kids play fairly well." "They get well coached, that's what it is.