 
 <prompt> CHAPTER XXVI 

THE AFTERMATH 

Bad news dey spread quick. By quarter to eleven di next day, di tori about Wyatt and Mr. Wain don dey public property. Mike, as person wey see di drama, dey in high demand as informant. As e dey yarn di tori to group of people wey dey pity Wyatt outside di school shop, Burgess show face, e eyes dey roll for frenzy. 

"Anybody see young--oh, here you dey. Wetin dey happen about Jimmy Wyatt? Dem dey talk say dem don sack am, or some kind thing." 

"So e be--at least, e gats comot." 

"Wetin? When?" 

"E don comot already. E no go come school again." 

Burgess first thought, as e suppose be as good cricket captain, na for im team. 

"And the Ripton match on Saturday!" 

Nobody seem get anything except silent pity for im disposal. 

"Dash the man! Silly ass! Wetin e dey find do! Poor old Jimmy, though!" e add after small time. "Wetin rubbish for am!" 

"Beastly," Mike agree. 

"All the same," Burgess continue, with return to di strict manner of di captain of cricket, "e for don stop to dey play the goat till after the Ripton match. Look here, young Jackson, you go show for fielding with the first this afternoon. You go play on Saturday." 

"All right," Mike talk, without enthusiasm. The Wyatt disaster dey too recent for am to feel joy to play against Ripton _vice_ im friend, wey don comot. 

Bob na di next person wey interview am. Dem jam for cloisters. <response>: 1. DI AFTAMATH
2. Burgess
3. Mike
4. Jimmy Wyatt
5. Ripton
6. no
7. Sataday
8. bad news
9. unknown
10. cricket 