twelve o'clock
Such a catch has n't been made in the close for years , and the cheering is maddening . `` Pretty cricket , '' says the captain , throwing himself on the ground by the deserted wicket with a long breath ; he feels that a crisis has passed . I wish I had space to describe the whole match ; how the captain stumped the next man off a leg-shooter , and bowled slow lobs to old Mr. Aislabie , who came in for the last wicket . How the Lord 's men were out by half-past twelve o'clock for ninety-eight runs . How the Captain of the School eleven went in first to give his men pluck , and scored twenty-five in beautiful style ; how Rugby was only four behind in the first innings . What a glorious dinner they had in the fourth-form School , and how the cover-point hitter sang the most topping comic songs , and old Mr. Aislabie made the best speeches that ever were heard , afterwards . But I have n't space , that 's the fact , and so you must fancy it all , and carry yourselves on to half-past seven o'clock , when the School are again in , with five wickets down and only thirty-two runs to make to win .