14/14 Then I give you your choice--a thrashing like that I gave Hunger just now; or you can go and put on your flannels and come down to the field." Felgate hesitated. He had rarely been in such an awkward fix. He knew that a thrashing from the captain, besides being painful, would mean the extinction of any influence he ever had at Grandcourt. On the other hand-- But he had not time to argue it out. Ainger had already laid down his bat. |