quarters nip up the ball and pass, but the tackling is so hard and
swift that the halves cannot get away, and by passing ground is
almost always lost.

"Keep it in!" is the word. Inch by inch towards the 'Varsity goal
the McGill forwards fight their way.

Suddenly the McGill scrimmage weakens and breaks up. Their quarter
seizes the ball, passes it low and swift to Bunch, who is off like
the wind across the field, dodges through the quarters, knocks off
Martin and Bate, and with The Don coming hard upon his flank, sets
off for the 'Varsity line with only Pepper between him and a touch-
down.

But Pepper is waiting for him, cool and steady. As Bunch nears him
he crouches like a cat, creeping slowly to meet his coming foe. Ten
feet from the line straight at the full back goes Bunch. At two
paces distance he changes his mind and swerves to the left with the
hope of dodging past.

But he has ventured too far. Pepper takes two short steps, and like
a tiger springs at his foe, winds his arms round his hips and drags
him down, while The Don from the side leaps fiercely on him and
holds the ball safe, five feet from the line.

'Varsity goes wild with relief.

"Pepper! Pepper! Red hot Pepper!" they chant rapturously in
enthusiastic groups here and there, as Pepper's red head emerges
from the crowd piled upon him and the prostrate Bunch. Again and