The Pothunters

'Where have I seen that face before?' said a voice. Tony Graham looked up from his bag. 'Hullo Allen' he said 'what the dickens are you up here for?' 'I was rather thinking of doing a little boxing. If you've no objection of course.' 'But you ought to be on a bed of sickness and that sort of thing. I heard you'd crocked yourself.' 'So I did. Nothing much though. Trod on myself during a game of fives and twisted my ankle a bit.' 'In for the middles of course?' 'Yes.' 'So am I.' 'Yes so I saw in the Sportsman. It says you weigh eleven-three.'