At Dartmouth, pipe-smoking naval officers were sprawled on the Devon-green grass listening to the clear crack of willow bat on cricket ball, watching their more athletic colleagues play the youngsters of the Royal Naval College. The cadet eleven ginined happily in their spotless white flannels and played close. They had just caught a grizzled Lieutenant-Commander leg-before-wicket, and the present batsmen, for all their massive shin guards and bushy eyebrows, seemed easy. Suddenly at a whispered word from the sidelines the long-white-coated umpire stopped the game...
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