Read "Mike" by P. G. Wodehouse online for free on Textopian. Full text with search, annotations, highlights, and AI-powered reading aids.
Wyatt got back late that night, arriving at the dormitory as Mike was going to bed.
"By Jove, I'm done," he said. "It was simply baking at Geddington. And I came back in a carriage with Neville-Smith and Ellerby, and they ragged the whole time. I wanted to go to sleep, only they wouldn't let me. Old Smith was awfully bucked because he'd taken four wickets. I should think he'd go off his nut if he took eight ever. He was singing comic songs when he wasn't trying to put Ellerby under the seat. How's your wrist? "