He had played no game except in a desultory way since the war.

He had resisted the united efforts of the Eagles and their women friends to take the captaincy of that team.

The mere thought of ever appearing on the ice in hockey uniform gave him a sick feeling at his heart.

Of that noble seven whom he had in pre-war days led so often to victory four were still "over there," one was wandering round a darkened room.

Of the remaining two, one Rupert Stillwell was too deeply engrossed in large financial affairs for hockey.