slapping, until the men declare themselves fresh as ever.

"Not hurt, Don?" inquires Campbell anxiously.

"Not a bit," says The Don. "It didn't bother me at all. I was
winded, you see, before I fell."

"Well," says Campbell, "we're going to give you a chance now.
There's only one thing to do, men. Rush 'em. They play best in
attack, and our defence is safe enough. What do you say, Black?"

"I entirely agree. But begin steady. I should use your whole half
back line, however, for a while. They will lay for Balfour there."

"That's right," says the captain. "Begin steady and pass to Martin
and McLaren for the first while, and then everyone give The Don a
chance."

"And Shock," calls out little Brown, "don't be a fool, and stop
fighting," at which everybody roars except Shock himself, who,
ashamed of his recent display of temper, hurries off to the field.

Once more the campus is cleared. Battered and bloody as to features,
torn and dishevelled as to attire, but all eager and resolved, the
teams again line up, knowing well that they have before them a half
hour such as they have never yet faced in all their football career.

It is 'Varsity's kick. Campbell takes it carefully, and places it in
touch well within the McGill twenty-five. After the throw in, the
teams settle down to scrimmage as steady as at the first, with this