At this point the minister came in, looking rather gloomy.
"Well, Mr. Craven, rather doubtful outlook, is it not?"
"O, not too bad, sir," said the master, cheerfully.
"Three to one. What worse do you want?"
"Well, six to one would be worse," replied the master. "Besides, their first two games were taken by a kind of fluke. We didn't know their play. You will notice they have taken only one in the last three-quarters of an hour."
"I doubt they are too big for you," continued the minister.
"Isn't altogether size that wins in shinny," said Mr. Craven. "Hughie there isn't a very big man, but he can hold any one of them."
"Well, I hope you may be right," said the minister. "I am sorry I have to leave the game to see a sick man up Kenyon way."