For Arthur coloured up and took his hand out of his pocket.
"Wait till to-morrow," said he again.
"Dig, you'll give your name now, won't you ?" said Simson.
"Don't know," said Dig evasively; "better not stick it down, that is, not unless the list gets full up, you know." Simson treated this evasive reply as a consent, and wrote Digs name down, there and then, in his presence.
"Come on, Herapath," said he, making a last appeal.

"Don't desert your old friends." "I tell you I can't say anything till to-morrow," said Arthur, a little crusty.
Simson gave it up and departed.
"Felgate seems to be bowling wide just now," observed Dig.

"I shouldn't have fancied he'd have gone in for this sort of thing." "Why shouldn't he, just as much as you ?" growled Arthur.
"I?
I haven't gone in for it yet." "Oh yes, you have; your name's down." "Only as last man in, though, in case he should get filled up." "Doesn't matter whether you go in first or last, you're in the game." "Well," said Dig resignedly, "I don't think I am, really; but if I am, I hope I get Roaring Tommy." Simson had not much difficulty in filling up his list.

The specious pretext of the postage-stamps did not delude many, but Felgate's name worked wonders.

Felgate had had no intention of allowing his name to be used, and was indeed in blissful ignorance that his support was generally known.