I, that forever feel athirst for glory, Could at this moment be content to lie Meekly upon the grass, as those whose sobbings Were heard of none beside the mournful robins.

All the better; may / This night forestall him of the coming day!

Before he closed and opened his eyes, the bails on the wicket behind Johnny Masih were shattered. That was the beginning of a procession. The second ball clean bowled the batsman. The third ball was a catch for the wicketkeeper.

Then a few voices started to chant Sieg heil! Sieg heil!, and these were joined by more voices, and gradually the whole assembly rose to its feet.