only the half back, Martin, and the full.

The McGill people go wild again. "Bunch! Bunch!" they yell
frantically, crowding down the line after him. "He's in! He's in!"

But not yet. Red Pepper is swiftly bearing down upon him, and as he
comes within reach springs at him. But the wily Bunch has learned to
measure that long reach, and dodging back sharply, he slips round
Pepper and makes for the line ten yards away.

A long groan goes up from the 'Varsity support, while from a hundred
McGill throats rises the cry again--"He's in! He's in! A touch! A
touch!"

But close upon him, and gaining at every foot, is The Don, the
fleetest man in the 'Varsity team. For half a second it looks as if
Bunch must make the line, but within three yards of the goal, and
just as he is about to throw himself toward it, Balfour shoots out
his arm, grasps his enemy by the back of the neck, and turning
round, hurls him back with terrific force to the ground and clambers
on top of him. It is a fierce tackle, giving great satisfaction to
all the 'Varsity supporters, but to none more than to Mrs.
Macgregor, who, as she sees the unfortunate Bunch hurled to earth,
exclaims with quiet satisfaction, "That will be doing for ye, I'm
thinking."

"Isn't she a great old warrior?" says Lloyd aside, to the young
ladies.

"The Don! The Don!" cry the 'Varsity contingent. "We-like-Don! We-