elen, who is the first to meet him. "I
am sorry, mother, you are here."

"Will they be stopping, think you, Hamish?" asks his mother. There is a
shade of anxiety in her voice.

"No, mother, we must play it out."

"Then I will just be waiting for the end," says the old lady calmly.
"Poor laddie--but he was bravely defending his post. And you must just
be going, Hamish man."

As Shock moved off the young ladies and Lloyd looked at her in
amazement. It was in some such spirit that she had sent her husband to
his last fight twenty years ago.

A cloud of grief and foreboding settles down upon the 'Varsity team,
for Pepper is not only a great favourite with them, but as a full back
they have learned to depend upon him. Huntingdon is full of regrets,
and at once offers Campbell and the referee to forego the touchdown,
and to scrimmage at the point of tackle.

"He would have held me, I know, bar the accident," he says.

The referee is willing, but Campbell will not hear of it.

"Put off a man," he says shortly, "and go on with the game."

Bate is moved from half to full, a man is taken from the scrimmage to
supply his place, McGill makes a similar shift, and the game proceeds.

Huntingdon fails to convert the touchdown into a goal. Bate kicks back
into touch, and with desperate determination 'Varsity goes in to even
the score.

Campbell resolves now to abandon the close game. He has everything to
win, and to lose by four points is as much a loss as by a dozen.

"Play to your halves every time," he orders the quarters, and no sooner
is play begun than the wisdom of the plan is seen. With a brilliant
series of passes the 'Varsity quarters and halves work the ball through
the McGill twenty-five line, and by following hard a high punt, force
the enemy to a safety touch. No sooner has the McGill captain kicked
off than the ball is returned and again McGill is forced to rouge.

The score now stands four to two in favour of McGill, but the 'Varsity
men have come to their strongest and are playing with an aggressiveness
that cannot be denied. Again and again they press their opponents
behind their twenty-five line.

"Oh," exclaims Betty, "if there is only time they can win yet. Do find
out," she says to Lloyd, "what time there is left." And Lloyd comes
back to announce that there are only six minutes to play.

"Hamish will be telling me that a game is often won in the last
minute," remarks the old lady encouragingly.