ball in. Get up, McGill! Get off your knees!" for the McGill men are
on their goal line in an attitude of devotion.

Again and again the scrimmage is formed, only be broken by the
eagerness of the combatants. At length the referee succeeds in
placing the ball. Instantly Shock is upon it, and begins to crawl
toward the line with half a dozen men on his back, gripping him by
nose, ears, face, throat, wherever a hand can find a vulnerable
spot.

"Hold there!" calls the referee. "'Varsity ball."

"Get off the man! Get off!" cry the 'Varsity men, pulling the McGill
fellows by legs and heads, till at length Shock rises from the
bottom of the heap, grimy, bloody, but smiling, grimly holding to
the ball. He has made six inches. The line is two feet and a half
away.

It is again 'Varsity's ball, however, and that means a great deal,
for with Campbell lies the choice of the moment for attack.

Placing Shock on the wing, and summoning his halves and quarters,
Campbell prepares for a supreme effort. It is obviously the place
for the screw.

The McGill men are down, crouching on hands and feet, some on their
knees.

Campbell refuses to play and appeals to the referee in a tone of
righteous indignation, "What sort of game is this? Look at those