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 match -- how the captain stumped the next man off a leg-shooter , and bowled small cobs 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 . The Marylebone men played carelessly in their second innings , but they are working like horses now to save the match . There is much healthy , hearty , happy life scattered up and down the close ; but the group to which I beg to call your especial attention is there , on the slope of the island , which looks towards the cricket-ground .