第10章

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 fellows!""Get up McGill! Get up, or I'll penalise you," says the referee.

Everyone knows he will keep his word.There is a movement on the part of McGill to rise.Campbell seizes the opportunity, lowers his head, and with a yell drops the ball in front of Shock.In the whirl of the screw the ball slips out to Brown, who tips it to The Don, but before he can take a single step half a dozen men are upon him and he is shoved back a couple of feet.

"Man, man," ejaculates the old lady, "will you not be careful!""I say!" exclaims old Black to a McGill enthusiast whom he had fought in the famous championship battle four years ago."This is something like.""Great ball," replies his friend."We'll hold them yet.I've often seen a ball forced back from two feet off the line."It is still the 'Varsity ball.The crowds are howling like maniacs, while the policeman and field censors are vainly trying to keep the field decently clear.

The Don resigns the ball to the captain and falls in behind.Every man is wet, panting, disfigured, but eager for the fight.Again the scrim forms, only to fall upon the ball.

"Dead ball," announces the referee, and both teams begin to manoeuvre for advantage of position.A few inches is a serious thing.

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 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 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."Shock laughs loud.He knows his mother, and needs no words to tell him her heart is bursting with pride and triumph.

"Come in.Let us have the glory of driving you home," cries Betty.

"In this garb?" laughs Shock.

"That's the garb of your glory," says Helen, her fine eyes lustrous with excitement.

"Come, Hamish man, you will get your things and we will be waiting for you.""Very well," he replies, turning away."I will be only a minute."He is not allowed to escape, but with a roar the crowd seize him, lift him shoulder high, and chanting, "Shock! Shock! we--like--Shock!" bear him away, in triumph.

"Eh, what are the daft laddies saying now?" inquires the old lady, struggling hard to keep out of her voice the pride that shone in her eyes.

"Listen," cries Helen, her eyes shining with the same light."Listen to them," and beating time with her hand she joins in the chant, "Shock! Shock! we--like--Shock."