ap," says old Black, taking
advantage of a pause in the play while little Brown's leg is being
rubbed into suppleness.

"I'd like to open out, but I'm afraid to do it," replies Campbell.

"Well, I think your back line is safe enough. Their scrimmage is
gaining on you. I almost think you might venture to try a pass game."

It is upon the passing of his back line that Campbell has in previous
matches depended for winning, and with ordinary opponents he would have
adopted long ago this style of play, but these McGill men are so hard
upon the ball, so deadly in tackling, and so sure in their catch that
he hesitates to give them the opportunities that open play affords. But
he has every confidence in The Don, his great half back; he has never
played him in any match where he has not proved himself superior to
everything in the field, and he resolves to give him a chance.

At this moment something happens, no one knows how. A high punt from
behind sends the ball far up into the 'Varsity territory, and far
before all others Bunch, who seems to have a kind of uncanny instinct
for what is going to happen, catches the ball on the bound and makes
for the 'Varsity line with a comparatively open field before him.
Fifteen yards from the line he is tackled by Martin, but ere he falls
passes to Huntingdon, his captain, who, catching neatly and dodging
between Campbell and another 'Varsity man, hurls his huge weight upon
Pepper, who is waiting for him, crouched low after his usual style.

The full back catches him fairly and throws him over his shoulder. As
both come heavily to the ground there is a sickening crack heard over
the field. The McGill captain, with Pepper hanging desperately to his
hips, drags himself over the line and secures a touchdown for McGill.

At once there rises a wild tumult of triumph from the McGill
contingent, but after a minute or two the noise is followed by an
anxious hush, and when the crowd about the prostrate players is
dispersed Pepper is seen lying on his face tearing up the grass. Two or
three doctors rush in from the crowd, and before long Pepper is carried
off the field. His leg is broken.

A number of people begin to leave the field.

"Oh, isn't it horrible," groans Betty, turning very pale. "Shall we go
home, Mrs. Macgregor?"

Helen looks at the old lady anxiously.

"Here is Hamish," she replies quickly. "We will wait."

Shock runs up, much disturbed.

"Awful, is it not?" he says to H