“We shall expect you to come and see us to-night at the match, remember, Captain Jack,” said Patricia, as he passed out of the room. “Now be sure to go and have your sleep.”
But there was no sleep that afternoon for Captain Jack. On his way through the town he was halted by McNish.
“The boys want to see you,” he said briefly.
“What boys? What do you mean, McNish?”
“At the rooms. Will you come down now?”
“Now? I can't come now, McNish. I have to be on the ice in three hours and I must get a little rest. What's up, anyway? Tell them I'll see them to-morrow.”
“No! they want you now!” said McNish firmly. “I would advise that you come.”
“What do you mean, McNish? Well, get in here and I'll go to see them.” McNish got into the car. “Now, what's all the mystery?”
“Better wait,” said McNish, grimly.
“Well, it is a dog's trick,” said Maitland wrathfully, “to get on to a chap before a big match like this.”