with every inch, the mass yields, sways, and begins to move. The
McGill men, shoving, hacking, scragging, fighting fiercely, finally
dropping on their knees, strive to check that relentless advance. It
is in vain. Their hour has come.

With hoarse cries, regardless of kicks and blows, trampling on
prostrate foes, and followed by a mob of spectators tumultuously
cheering, the 'Varsity wedge cleaves its way, till on the other side
The Don appears with the ball hugged to his breast and Huntingdon
hanging to his throat. A final rush and the ball is down. "The ball
is down!" cries the referee, and almost immediately time is called.

The great match is over. By four points 'Varsity holds the
championship of the Dominion.

"The greatest match ever played on this ground," cries old Black,
pushing through the crowd to Campbell, with both hands outstretched.

After him comes the Montreal captain.

"I congratulate you most heartily," he says, in a voice that breaks
in spite of all he can do.

"Thanks, old man," says Campbell quietly. "It was a case of sheer
luck."

"Not a bit of it," replies Huntingdon, recovering himself. "You have
a great team. I never saw a better."

"Well," replies Campbell heartily, "I have just seen as good, and