Again the ball is placed and the men throw themselves upon it, Shock
as usual at the bottom of the heap with the ball under him.

Old Black runs up through the crowd and whispers in Campbell's ear,
"Put Balfour and Martin in the scrim. They are fresher." He has
noticed that the scrim line on both sides is growing stale, and can
do no more than grimly hold on. At once Campbell sees the wisdom of
this suggestion. The Don, though not so heavy as Shock, is quite as
strong, and is quicker than the big centre, who is beginning to show
the effect of the tremendous series of scrimmages he has just passed
through. Martin, though neither so strong nor so heavy, is like an
eel.

Quietly Campbell thrusts the halves into the first line on the
right, whispering to Shock, "Let Balfour have it, and back him up."

As The Don gets the ball Campbell throws himself behind him with the
yell, "'Varsity! now!" At the same instant The Don drops the ball,
and with the weight of the whole team behind him begins to bore
through the enemy.

For a few moments both teams hang in the balance, neither giving an
inch, when old Black, yelling and waving wildly, attracts the
attention of Bate.

"Go in!" he cries. "Go in!" and Bate, coming up with a rush, throws
himself behind the scrim.

His weight turns the scale. Slowly at first, but gaining momentum