gerous. For the first ten minutes the 'Varsity men are
forced within their own twenty-five yard line and are put upon their
defence. The quarters and forwards begin to "back," a sure sign of
coming doom.

"What in thunder are you doing back here!" roars Martin to little
Brown. "Do you see anything wrong with this line?"

Nothing so maddens a half back as to see the forward line fall back
into defence. Little Brown, accepting his rebuke with extraordinary
meekness, abandons the defence and with the other quarters and
forwards, who had been falling back, goes up where Campbell and Shock
are doing their best to break the punting game and are waiting their
chance for a run.

Every moment is dangerous; for the McGills have the spirit of victory
strong upon them, and from their supporters on the side lines the
triumphant and exasperating refrain is rising:

"Got'em going, going, going,
Got'em going home."

And indeed for a few minutes it looks like it. Again and again the
McGill forward line, fed carefully and judiciously by their defence,
rush to the attack, and it is all Campbell can do to hold his men in
place. Seizing the opportunity of a throw-in for 'Varsity, he passes
the word to his halves and quarters, "Don't give away the ball. Hold
and run. Don't pass," and soon he has the team steady again and ready
for aggressive work. Before long, by resolutely refusing to kick or
pass and by close, hard tackling, 'Varsity forces McGill to abandon
open play, and once more the game settles down into the old, terrible,
grinding scrimmage.

"Oh, why don't they let The Don have it?" exclaims Betty. "I am sure he
could get through."

The crowd seem to hold the same opinion, for they begin to call out,
"Let it out, Alec. Let The Don have it."

But Campbell still plays cautiously a close game. His men are staying
well, and he is conscious of a reserve in his back line that he can
call upon at the fitting moment. For that moment, however, he waits
anxiously, for while his scrim is playing with bulldog grit it is
losing snap. True, Shock comes out of every tussle bloody, serene, and
smiling as usual, but the other men are showing the punishment of the
last hour's terrible scrimmage. The extra weight of the McGill line is
beginning surely to tell. It is an anxious moment for the 'Varsity
captain, for any serious weakening of the scrimmage line is disastrous
to the morals of a team.

"You are holding them all right, old ch