Captain Jack himself was the seventh, and the mere sight of a hockey stick on a school boy's shoulder gave him a heart stab.
It was his loyal pal Patricia Templeton, who gave him the first impulse toward the game again.

To her pleading he had yielded so far as to coach, on a Saturday afternoon, her team of High School girls to victory.

But it was the Reverend Murdo Matheson who furnished the spur to conscience that resulted in the organising of the Maitland Mill team.
"You, John Maitland, more than any of us and more than all of us together can draw these lads of yours from the pool rooms and worse," the Reverend Murdo had said one day in early winter.
"Great Scott, Padre"-- the Reverend Murdo had done his bit overseas--"what are you giving me now ?" "You, more than any or all of us, I am saying," repeated the minister solemnly.

"For God's sake, man, get these lads on the ice or anywhere out-of-doors for the good of their immortal souls." "Me! And why me, pray ?" Captain Jack had asked.

"I'm no uplifter.