There was nothing to
be gained by staying there, and a good deal to be lost, for Bill
showed signs of running down. As quickly as he could Antony
hurried round the ditch and took up his place at the back of the
seat. Then he stood up with a yawn, stretched himself and said
carelessly, "Well, don't worry yourself about it, Bill, old man.
I daresay you're right. You know Mark, and I don't; and that's
the difference. Shall we have a game or shall we go to bed?"
Bill looked at him for inspiration, and, receiving it, said, "Oh,
just let's have one game, shall we?"
"Right you are," said Antony.
But Bill was much too excited to take the game which followed
very seriously. Antony, on the other hand, seemed to be thinking
of nothing but bowls. He played with great deliberation for ten
minutes, and then announced that he was going to bed. Bill
looked at him anxiously.
"It's all right," laughed Antony. "You can talk if you want to.
Just let's put 'em away first, though."
They made their way down to the shed, and while Bill was putting
the bowls away, Antony tried the lid of the closed croquet-box.
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