The Prospector: A Tale of the Crow's Nest Pass. Ralph Connor

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 there's none we would rather win from than McGill."

      "And none," replies Huntingdon, "McGill would rather lick than 'Varsity."

      Meantime Shock, breaking from a crowd of admirers who are bound to carry him in on their shoulders, makes for the Fairbanks carriage, and greets his mother quietly.

      "Well, mother, it's over at last."

      "Ay, it is. Poor fellows, they will be feeling bad. But come along, laddie. You will be needing your supper, I doubt."