great game." Eagerly the men are taken charge of by their respective
attendants, stripped, rubbed, slapped, and sponged.

Up come Shock and Brown. The blood on Shock's face gives him a
terrifying appearance.

"Oh!" cries Helen anxiously, "you are hurt."

"Not a bit," he replies cheerily, glancing in surprise at her.

"How do you like it, Mrs Macgregor?" inquires Brown.

"Man, laddie, they are a grand team, and it will be no easy matter
to wheep them."

"Don't you think now that Shock is a little too gentle with them?"
asks Brown wickedly.

"Well, it will not do to allow them to have their own way
altogether," she replies cautiously. "But run away, Hamish, and get
yourself put right. There is much before you yet."

"Say, old man," says Brown as they trot off, "it's no credit to you
to be a great centre. You'd disgrace your blood if you were anything
else."

Into the 'Varsity dressing room strolls old Black, the greatest
captain of the greatest team 'Varsity has ever seen.

"Well, old chap," he calls out cheerfully to Campbell, "how goes