Men from both sides throw themselves upon Shock and his foe and tear
them apart.

"That's all right, Shock," cries The Don, laughing between his
gasps, and Shock, suddenly coming to himself, slinks shamefacedly
into the crowd.

"It is not often Hamish forgets himself in yon fashion," says his
mother, shaking her head. "He must be sorely tried indeed," she adds
confidently.

"I am quite sure of it," replies Helen. "He always comes out
smiling." And the old lady looks at her approvingly a moment, and
says, "Indeed, and you are right, lassie."

In a few minutes The Don is as fit as ever, and slapping Shock on
the back says pleasantly, "Come, along, old fire-eater. We've got to
win this game yet," and Shock goes off with him, still looking much
ashamed.

McGill kicks from the twenty-five line, but before the scrimmage
that follows is over time is called, with an even score.

The crowd streams on the field tumultuously enthusiastic over a game
such as has never been seen on that campus. Both sides are eager to
go on, and it is arranged that the time be extended half an hour.

Old Black gets Campbell aside and urges, "Take ten minutes off and
get your men into quarters." Campbell takes his advice and the
rubbers get vigorously to work at legs and loins, rubbing, sponging,