his stride when another opponent dashed across his path
ready to spring at him. Frank came on full tilt, and just as a plunge
was made for him, he stopped short, turned aside and the tackler went
digging into the ground.

The crowd was wild now. Only one man stood between Mulvy and a
touchdown, and victory. The coach was pulling his hat to pieces. The
Regal followers were frantic with anticipation.

But Stanley's best tackle was waiting for Mulvy. He had seen how the
other two were fooled, and was ready for every emergency. He was a cool,
active big chap with lots of football instinct. Frank knew him. He had
seen him play often. But on he ran like a deer, his hair blown back by
the wind, his nostrils distended and his eyes aglow and determined. As
he got near the barrier, he made as if he were going to keep right on.
He came at top speed to within a foot of the tackle; then just as the
tackle crouched low and sprang at him, Frank fell sidewise to the
ground, rolled over, and before the tackle could rise, jumped to his
feet, ran at full speed and crossed the line!

Lunacy was the word to describe what followed. Madness seized the crowd.
Hats in the air, good hats. Fellows thumped one another, jumped up and
down, yelled and bawled and screamed and cried. Hysteria was let loose.
Regal knew that the game was won. The score now stood 9 to 8. As the
teams were playing, Stanley could not score again. Regal took the ball
and brought it down the field to try for a goal. Bob kicked it, and it
went sailing just outside the mark. But no one minded. The fellows
rushed to position for the continuation of the game. All the way down to
their formation, it was nothing but "Bully Boy, Mulvy." "You saved the
day, Mulvy." "You're a brick, Mulvy."

And from the crowd it was, "Mulvy, Mulvy! Rah, Rah, Mul....vy!" now from
one section of the Regal stand, now from another.

The whistle blew, the fight was on again. Stanley made desperate efforts
to regain the lead. Once or twice they almost succeeded in breaking
through. The yell from their followers now took another form. "Stanley,
gain! Stanley, gain! Stanley, gain!" They tried hard. They kept on
trying to the very end. The whistle blew, the game was over, Regal was
Interscholastic Champion!

The noise that now broke out made all the previous demonstration seem
mild in comparison. The Regal section of the stands was one mass of
frenzied humanity. Men, women and boys yelled and slapped a