He gets an awful screw on now and then, and just when you think you've scored off him, there you are in among the slips, caught out low down.

I vote we go and ask Marky." "Don't like it," said Arthur.

"Marky served us scurvily over poor old Smiley, and I don't mean to go over his popping-crease, if I can help it, any more." "That was an underhand twist altogether," said Dig.

"Bad enough for Ainger to bowl us out, without him giving it out, too, the way he did.
You know, I really think we ought to tell him what a nice way we can stump him out if we like.

He just thinks we've caved in and put off our pads." "I don't like it, Dig.