Now, Frank, it's your turn to score. Put them on
as fast as you can. It's no use playing carefully any longer."
Frank set to to hit in earnest. He had now got his eye well in,
and the stand which he and Thompson had made together, had taken
the sting out of the bowling. The ball which had taken Thompson's
wicket was the last of the over. Consequently the next came to him.
It was a little wide, and Frank, stepping out, drove it for four.
A loud shout rose from the Town boys. There had only been one four
scored before, during the innings. Off the next ball Frank scored
a couple, blocked the next, and drove the last of the over past
long leg for four. The next over Childers strictly obeyed orders,
blocking each ball. Then it was Frank's turn again, and seven
more went up on the board. They remained together for just fifteen
minutes, but during that time thirty-one had been added to the
score. Frank was caught at cover point, having added twenty-eight
since Thompson left him, the other three being credited to Childers.
The total was eighty-one--not a bad score in a school match.
"Well, you've redeemed yourself," Thompson said, as Frank walked
to the tent. "You played splendidly, old fellow, when you did come.
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