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E. W. Hornung: The Amateur Cracksman3. GENTLEMEN AND PLAYERS (continued)"It isn't hopeless," said he, "but it's bad enough. There'll be no cricket to-day." Another hour, and most of us were on our way to catch the early train; between us we filled a compartment almost to suffocation. And still we talked all together of the night's event; and still I was a little hero in my way, for having kept my hold of the one ruffian who had been taken; and my gratification was subtle and intense. Raffles watched me under lowered lids. Not a word had we had together; not a word did we have until we had left the others at Paddington, and were skimming through the streets in a hansom with noiseless tires and a tinkling bell. "Well, Bunny," said Raffles, "so the professors have it, eh?" "Yes," said I. "And I'm jolly glad!" "That poor Mackenzie has a ball in his chest?" "That you and I have been on the decent side for once." He shrugged his shoulders. "You're hopeless, Bunny, quite hopeless! I take it you wouldn't have refused your share if the boodle had fallen to us? Yet you positively enjoy coming off second best--for the second time running! I confess, however, that the professors' methods were full of interest to me. I, for one, have probably gained as much in experience as I have lost in other things. That lowering the jewel-case out of the window was a very simple and effective expedient; two of them had been waiting below for it for hours." "How do you know?" I asked. This is page 62 of 164. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of The Amateur Cracksman at Amazon.com
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