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The Prospector by Pseudonym Ralph Connor
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terrible, grinding scrimmage.

"Oh, why don't they let The Don have it?" exclaims Betty. "I am sure
he could get through."

The crowd seem to hold the same opinion, for they begin to call out,
"Let it out, Alec. Let The Don have it."

But Campbell still plays cautiously a close game. His men are
staying well, and he is conscious of a reserve in his back line that
he can call upon at the fitting moment. For that moment, however, he
waits anxiously, for while his scrim is playing with bulldog grit it
is losing snap. True, Shock comes out of every tussle bloody,
serene, and smiling as usual, but the other men are showing the
punishment of the last hour's terrible scrimmage. The extra weight
of the McGill line is beginning surely to tell. It is an anxious
moment for the 'Varsity captain, for any serious weakening of the
scrimmage line is disastrous to the morals of a team.

"You are holding them all right, old chap," says old Black, taking
advantage of a pause in the play while little Brown's leg is being
rubbed into suppleness.

"I'd like to open out, but I'm afraid to do it," replies Campbell.

"Well, I think your back line is safe enough. Their scrimmage is
gaining on you. I almost think you might venture to try a pass
game."

It is upon the passing of his back line that Campbell has in
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