that he was abouttemporarily to

"Doctor Oakes thinks he will be back in school on Tuesday.""Banzai!" said Burgess, feeling that life was good. To take the fieldagainst Ripton without Marsh would have been to court disaster. 　　Marsh's fielding alone was worth the money. With him at short slip,Burgess felt safe when he bowled. 　　The uncomfortable burden of the knowledge that he was abouttemporarily to sour Bob Jackson's life ceased for the moment totrouble him. He crooned extracts from musical comedy as he walkedtowards the nets. 　　Recollection of Bob's hard case was brought to him by the sight ofthat about-to-be-soured sportsman tearing across the ground in themiddle distance in an effort to get to a high catch which Trevor hadhit up to him. It was a difficult catch, and Burgess waited to see ifhe would bring it off. 　　Bob got to it with one hand, and held it. His impetus carried him onalmost to where Burgess was standing. 　　"Well held," said Burgess. 　　"Hullo," said Bob awkwardly. A gruesome thought had flashed across hismind that the captain might think that this gallery-work was anorganised advertisement. 　　"I couldn't get both hands to it," he explained. 　　"You're hot stuff in the deep.""Easy when you're only practising.""I've just been to the Infirmary.""Oh. How's Marsh?""They wouldn't let me see him, but it's all right. He'll be able toplay on Saturday.""Good," said Bob, hoping he had said it as if he meant it. It wasdecidedly a blow. He was glad for the sake of the school, of course,but one has one's personal ambitions. To the fact that Mike and nothimself was the eleventh cap he had become partially resigned: but hehad wanted rather badly to play against Ripton. 　　Burgess passed on, his mind full of Bob once more. What hard luck itwas! There was he, dashing about in the sun to improve his fielding,and all the time the team was filled up. He felt as if he were playingsome low trick on a pal.