ng to the ice.

"Take that, you brute, you!" he said, and followed after Craven.

Only Farquhar Bheg was left.

"Take no chances," cried Craven again. "Come on!" and both of them
sweeping in upon the goal-keeper, lifted him clear through the goal and
carried the ball with them.

"Time!" called the umpire. The great game was won.

Then, before the crowd had realized what had happened, and before they
could pour in upon the ice, Craven skated back toward Jimmie Ben.

"The game is over," he said, in a low, fierce tone. "You cowardly
blackguard, you weren't afraid to hit a boy, now stand up to a man, if
you dare."

Jimmie Ben was no coward. Dropping his club he came eagerly forward, but
no sooner had he got well ready than Craven struck him fair in the face,
and before he could fall, caught him with a straight, swift blow on the
chin, and lifting him clear off his skates, landed him back on his head
and shoulders on the ice, where he lay with his toes quivering.

"Serve him right," said Hec Ross.

There was no more of it. The Twentieth crowds went wild with joy and
rage, for their great game was won, and the news of what had befallen
their captain had got round.

"He took his city, though, Mrs. Murray," said the master, after the
great supper in the manse that evening, as Hughie lay upon the sofa,
pale, suffering, but happy. "And not only one, but a whole continent of
them, and," he added, "the game as well."

With sudden tears and a little break in her voice, the mother said,
looking at her boy, "It was worth while taking the city, but I fear the
game cost too much."

"Oh, pshaw, mother," said Hughie, "it's only one bone, and I tell you
that final round was worth a leg."

CHAPTER XV

THE RESULT

"How many did you say, Craven, of those Glengarry men of yours?"
Professor Gray was catechizing his nephew.

"Ten of them, sir, besides the minister's son, who is going to take the
full university course."

"And all of them bound for the ministry?"

"So they say. And judging by the way they take life, and the way, for
instance, they play shinny, I have a notion they will see it through."

"They come of a race that sees things through," answered the professor.
"And this is the result of this Zion Hill Academy I have been hearing so
much about?"

"Well, sir, they put in a good year's work, I must say."

"You might have done worse, sir. Indeed, you deserve great credit, sir."

"I? Not a bit. I simply