nd is precious now, and the line is only three feet away.

Again the field is cleared. The teams, springing to their places in the
scrimmage, began to shove furiously before the ball is in play.

"Get up, men!" says the referee. "You must get up. Let me get this ball
in. Get up, McGill! Get off your knees!" for the McGill men are on
their goal line in an attitude of devotion.

Again and again the scrimmage is formed, only be broken by the
eagerness of the combatants. At length the referee succeeds in placing
the ball. Instantly Shock is upon it, and begins to crawl toward the
line with half a dozen men on his back, gripping him by nose, ears,
face, throat, wherever a hand can find a vulnerable spot.

"Hold there!" calls the referee. "'Varsity ball."

"Get off the man! Get off!" cry the 'Varsity men, pulling the McGill
fellows by legs and heads, till at length Shock rises from the bottom
of the heap, grimy, bloody, but smiling, grimly holding to the ball. He
has made six inches. The line is two feet and a half away.

It is again 'Varsity's ball, however, and that means a great deal, for
with Campbell lies the choice of the moment for attack.

Placing Shock on the wing, and summoning his halves and quarters,
Campbell prepares for a supreme effort. It is obviously the place for
the screw.

The McGill men are down, crouching on hands and feet, some on their
knees.

Campbell refuses to play and appeals to the referee in a tone of
righteous indignation, "What sort of game is this? Look at those
fellows!"

"Get up McGill! Get up, or I'll penalise you," says the referee.
Everyone knows he will keep his word. There is a movement on the part
of McGill to rise. Campbell seizes the opportunity, lowers his head,
and with a yell drops the ball in front of Shock. In the whirl of the
screw the ball slips out to Brown, who tips it to The Don, but before
he can take a single step half a dozen men are upon him and he is
shoved back a couple of feet.

"Man, man," ejaculates the old lady, "will you not be careful!"

"I say!" exclaims old Black to a McGill enthusiast whom he had fought
in the famous championship battle four years ago. "This is something
like."

"Great ball," replies his friend. "We'll hold them yet. I've often seen
a ball forced back from two feet off the line."

It is still the 'Varsity ball. The crowds are howling like maniacs,
while the policeman and field censors are vainly trying to keep the
field dece