"I think you've got him all right," replied Jack carelessly. The
Englishman nodded.

"He somehow gets my goat," said Jack. The Englishman looked mystified.

"Rubs me the wrong way, you know."

"Oh, very good, very good. I must remember that."

"He rather fancies his own game, too," said Jack, "and he has come
on the last year or two. In more ways than one," he added as an
afterthought.

As they faced each other on the court it was Stillwell's voice that rang
out:

"Now then, England!"

"Canada!" cried a girl's voice that was easily recognised as that of
Frances Amory.

"Thumbs down, eh, Maitland?" said the Englishman, waving a hand toward
his charming enemy.

Whatever the cause, whether from the spur supplied by the young lady who
had constituted herself his champion or from the sting from the man
for whom for reasons sufficient for himself he had only feelings of
hostility and dislike, the game put up by Captain Jack was of quite a
different brand from that he had previously furnished. From the
first service he took the offensive and throughout played brilliant,