"Dad, you asked me to come into this with you.

Let's play the game together.

I found it wise to place the weight on the defence line.

Will you play defence in this ?" The lines in his father's face began to relax.
"All right, boy, we'll play it together, and meantime I shall play defence." "By Jove, Dad," cried Jack, in a tone of exultant confidence, "we'll beat 'em.

And now here comes that old Irish fire-eater.