m strolls old Black, the greatest captain
of the greatest team 'Varsity has ever seen.

"Well, old chap," he calls out cheerfully to Campbell, "how goes it?"

"All right," says Campbell. "They are a great team, but I think we are
holding them."

"They are the greatest team McGill ever sent here," replies Black.

"Oh, thanks, awfully," says Campbell, "but they are hardly up to the
team of four years ago."

"Quite, I assure you, and you are holding them down."

"Do you think so?" There was no anxiety in the captain's tone, but
there was a serious earnestness that somehow caught the ear of all the
men in the room.

Black noticed it.

"Yes, you are holding them so far, without a doubt. Their weight tells
in the scrimmage, and of course we do not know their back play yet, and
that fellow Bunch Cameron is a wonder."

"That's what!" sings out little Brown. "But what's the matter with The
Don?"

Immediately the roar comes back, "He's--all--right!"

"Yes," replies Black quietly, "Balfour is swifter, and harder in
tackle."

"Have you anything to suggest?" asks Campbell, with a reverence which a
man in the struggle feels for one who has achieved. The men are all
quiet, listening. But Black knows his place.

"Not in the least. You have a great team, and you are handling them
perfectly."

"Hear that now, will you?" cries little Brown "We're It!"

"Do you think we had better open up a little?" But Black is a gentleman
and knows better than to offer advice.

"I really cannot offer an opinion. You know your men better than I.
Besides, it is better to find out your enemy's tactics than to be too
stuck on your own. Remember, those fellows are doing some thinking at
this blessed minute. Of course," he went on hesitatingly, "if they keep
playing the same close game--well--you might try--that is--you have got
a great defence, you know, and The Don can run away from any of them."

"All right," said the captain. "We'll feel 'em first, boys. Keep at the
old game. Close and steady till we get inside their heads. Watch their
quarters. They're lightning in a pass."

It turns out that old Black is right. The McGills have been doing some
thinking. From the kick-off they abandon the close scrimmage for a
time, playing an open, dribbling, punting game, and they are playing it
superbly. While they are sure in their catching and fierce in their
tackle, their specialty is punting and following up. In this they are
exceedingly dan