“Notabitofit，“saidthemaster。“Why，inthoseverypassagesofarms，howcanyouthoroughlyappreciatethemunlessyouaremasteroftheweapons？andtheweaponsarethelanguage，whichyou，Brown，haveneverhalfworkedat；andso，asIsay，youmusthavelostallthedelicateshadesofmeaningwhichmakethebestpartofthefun。“
“Oh，wellplayed！bravo，Johnson！“shoutedArthur，droppinghisbatandclappingfuriously，andTomjoinedinwitha“Bravo，Johnson！“whichmighthavebeenheardatthechapel。
“Eh！whatwasit？Ididn’tsee，“inquiredthemaster。“Theyonlygotonerun，Ithought？“
“No，butsuchaball，three-quarterslength，andcomingstraightforhislegbail。Nothingbutthatturnofthewristcouldhavesavedhim，andhedrewitawaytolegforasafeone——Bravo，Johnson！“
“Howwelltheyarebowling，though，“saidArthur；“theydon’tmeantobebeat，Icansee。“