"Georgie"
I needn't have worried. He recovered himself finely—made a ripping save by chucking himself on the ball at their feet, just as it was on our line."
"That was first rate," said I encouragingly. Though I knew no more than Adam what had happened. "I'm glad the poor lad did something decent."
"It wasn't so jolly decent for him," Georgie said gloomily. "He got a beastly kick on the head for his trouble. Sort of thing you might expect from those rotten Gladiators."
"Was it very serious?" I asked.
His face fell still lower.
"I should think it jolly well was. It was so serious that it sent him stark staring off his chump. I saw that at once and tried to coax him off the field quietly. The other chaps wouldn't have known anything more than that he 'd had a bad cut."
"He wouldn't go then?"
"Go? Not he. He looked me up and down and smiled. Sort of smile that makes
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