"Will it be a win, think ye?" anxiously inquires Shock's mother. "It
will hardly be that, I doubt. But, eh--h, yon's the lad."

"Down! down!" cries the 'Varsity captain. "Get off the man! Get off
the man! Let him up, there!"

But the McGill men are slow to move.

"Get up!" roars Shock, picking them off and hurling them aside.

"Get up, men! Get up! That ball is down," yells the referee through
the din, into the ears of those who are holding The Don in a death
grip.

With difficulty they are persuaded to allow him to rise. When he
stands up, breathless, bleeding at the mouth, but otherwise sound,
the crowd of 'Varsity admirers go into a riot of rapture, throwing
up caps, hugging each other in ecstatic war dances, while the team
walk quietly about recovering their wind, and resisting the efforts
of their friends to elevate them.

"Quit it!" growls Campbell. "Get off the field! Get back, you
hoodlums!"

Meantime Huntingdon is protesting to the referee.

"I claim that ball was fairly held, back there. Balfour was brought
to a dead stand."

"How do you know, Huntingdon?" returns Campbell. "Your head was down