nce, however, that 'Varsity shows perceptibly weaker. Back step
by step their scrimmage is forced toward the centre, the retreat
counterbalanced somewhat by the splendid individual boring of Campbell
and Shock. But both teams are alert and swift at the quarters, fierce
in tackle and playing with amazing steadiness.

Suddenly Carroll nips up the ball and passes hard and swift to the half
back immediately behind him, who in turn passes far out to Bunch on the
left wing. With a beautiful catch Bunch, never slacking speed, runs
round the crowd, dodges the quarters, knocks off Martin, and with a
crowd of men of both teams close upon his heels, makes for the line.

Before him stands Bate alone. From his tall, lank make one might easily
think him none too secure on his legs. Bunch determines to charge, and
like a little bull rushes full at him.

But Bate's whole football life has been one long series of deceptions,
and so he is quite prepared for this kind of attack. As Bunch comes at
him he steps lightly aside, catches the half back about the neck,
swings him round and lands him prone with such terrific impact that the
ball flies out of his grasp.

Immediately little Brown has it, passes to Martin, who on being tackled
passes to The Don. The field before him is full of the enemy, but The
Don never hesitates. Doubling, twisting, knocking of, he eludes man
after man, while the crowds on the line grow more and more frantic, and
at length, clearing the main body, he sets off across the field to more
open country on the 'Varsity left. Behind him come Campbell, Shock,
Martin and others, following hard; before him stand three of the McGill
defence. Dorion, McDonnell, and Mooney. He has already made a great
run, and it looks as if he cannot possibly make through.

First Dorion springs at him, but The Don's open hand at the end of a
rigid arm catches him full in the neck, and Dorion goes down like a
stick.

Big McDonnell bears swiftly down upon him and leaps high at him, but
The Don lowers his shoulder, catches McDonnell below the wind and
slides him over his back; but before he can get up speed again little
Carroll is clutching at his hips, and Mooney, the McGill full back,
comes rushing at him. Swinging round, The Don shakes Carroll partly
off, and with that fierce downward cut of his arm which is his special
trick, sends the little quarter flying, and just as Mooney tackles,
passes the ball over his shoulder to Shock, who is