him stand three of the McGill defence. Dorion, McDonnell, and
Mooney. He has already made a great run, and it looks as if he
cannot possibly make through.

First Dorion springs at him, but The Don's open hand at the end of a
rigid arm catches him full in the neck, and Dorion goes down like a
stick.

Big McDonnell bears swiftly down upon him and leaps high at him, but
The Don lowers his shoulder, catches McDonnell below the wind and
slides him over his back; but before he can get up speed again
little Carroll is clutching at his hips, and Mooney, the McGill full
back, comes rushing at him. Swinging round, The Don shakes Carroll
partly off, and with that fierce downward cut of his arm which is
his special trick, sends the little quarter flying, and just as
Mooney tackles, passes the ball over his shoulder to Shock, who is
immediately pounced upon by half a dozen McGill men, but who, ere he
is held, passes to Campbell, who in turn works forward a few yards,
and again on being tackled, passes to The Don. It is a magnificent
bit of play.

The spectators have long since passed all bounds of control, and are
pouring on the field, yelling like mad people. Even the
imperturbable old lady loses her calm for a moment, and griping
Helen's arm exclaims, "Look at that, now! Man, man, yon is a grand
laddie."

There is no chance for The Don to run, for a swarm of the McGill men
stand between him and the line only a few yards off. Then he does
the only possible thing. Putting his head down he plunges into the