It was Captain Jack.

Well, Mamma, on they came again! But when poor Snoopy came out, all bandaged round the head and the blood showing through--" "Quite a clever little beggar," murmured Vic.
"Clever?
What do you mean ?" cried Patricia.
"Oh, well, good psychology, I mean--that's all.

Bloody bandages--demanding vengeance, Jack's team, you know--Macnamara, for instance, entreating his captain for the love of heaven to put him opposite Jumbo--shaking the morale of the enemy and so forth--mighty good psychology." "I don't know exactly what you mean," said Patricia, "but the Cornwall defence was certainly rattled.

They pulled their men back and played defence like perfect demons, with the Mill men on to them like tigers." "But Patricia, my dear," said her mother, "those are terrible words." "But, Mamma, not half so terrible as the real thing.

Oh, it was perfectly splendid! And then how did it finish, Hugh?
I didn't quite see how that play came about." "I didn't see, either," said Hugh.
"Didn't you ?" cried Adrien, "I did.