The score now stands four to two in favour of McGill, but the
'Varsity men have come to their strongest and are playing with an
aggressiveness that cannot be denied. Again and again they press
their opponents behind their twenty-five line.

"Oh," exclaims Betty, "if there is only time they can win yet. Do
find out," she says to Lloyd, "what time there is left." And Lloyd
comes back to announce that there are only six minutes to play.

"Hamish will be telling me that a game is often won in the last
minute," remarks the old lady encouragingly.

As Campbell perceives his desperate case, he begins to swear low,
fierce oaths at his quarters. In all their experience of their
captain the 'Varsity men have never heard him swear, and they awake
to the fact that they are face to face with a situation entirely
unparalleled in their history as a team. They are being defeated,
and about to lose their one chance of the proud distinction of
holding the championship of Canada.

From man to man Campbell goes as he finds opportunity his face
white, his eyes ablaze, adjuring, urging, entreating, commanding, in
a way quite unusual with him.

A new spirit seizes the men. Savagely they press the enemy. They are
never off the ball, but follow it as hounds a hare, and they fling
themselves so fiercely at their foe that in every tackle a McGill
man goes down to earth.