takes it magnificently, following up hard with his whole team.
Pepper, the 'Varsity full back, however, is at the spot and returns
into touch. In the throw-in McGill secures the ball, and by a swift
rush makes fifteen or twenty feet, when, amid the cheers of the
spectators, both teams settle down into their first scrimmage.

These are the days of close scrimmage play, when nine men on each
side put their heads down with the ball between them, and shove for
dear life. Picking out, heeling out, or kicking out is strictly
forbidden and promptly penalised.

The first scrimmage results in a dead ball. Once more a scrimmage is
formed, but again the result is a dead ball. Over and over again
this play is repeated with very little gain on either side. It
gradually becomes apparent, however, that McGill in a scrimmage is
slightly heavier. Foot by foot they work their way toward the
'Varsity goal.

The cries of "Hold them, 'Varsity! Hold them, 'Varsity!" and,
"You've got 'em, McGill! You've got 'em!" indicate the judgment of
the spectators.

"Ay," says the old lady, "they are a bit heavy for them, I doubt."

"Who!" inquires Betty, much amused.

"The Montreal lads. But we will be waiting a meenute."

It is a very slow game for the crowds that line every side of the
field. Neither team will let the ball out. Again and again the