difference, however, that 'Varsity shows perceptibly weaker. Back
step by step their scrimmage is forced toward the centre, the
retreat counterbalanced somewhat by the splendid individual boring
of Campbell and Shock. But both teams are alert and swift at the
quarters, fierce in tackle and playing with amazing steadiness.

Suddenly Carroll nips up the ball and passes hard and swift to the
half back immediately behind him, who in turn passes far out to
Bunch on the left wing. With a beautiful catch Bunch, never slacking
speed, runs round the crowd, dodges the quarters, knocks off Martin,
and with a crowd of men of both teams close upon his heels, makes
for the line.

Before him stands Bate alone. From his tall, lank make one might
easily think him none too secure on his legs. Bunch determines to
charge, and like a little bull rushes full at him.

But Bate's whole football life has been one long series of
deceptions, and so he is quite prepared for this kind of attack. As
Bunch comes at him he steps lightly aside, catches the half back
about the neck, swings him round and lands him prone with such
terrific impact that the ball flies out of his grasp.

Immediately little Brown has it, passes to Martin, who on being
tackled passes to The Don. The field before him is full of the
enemy, but The Don never hesitates. Doubling, twisting, knocking of,
he eludes man after man, while the crowds on the line grow more and
more frantic, and at length, clearing the main body, he sets off
across the field to more open country on the 'Varsity left. Behind
him come Campbell, Shock, Martin and others, following hard; before