Butcloseuponhim，andgainingateveryfoot，isTheDon，thefleetestmaninthe’Varsityteam。ForhalfaseconditlooksasifBunchmustmaketheline，butwithinthreeyardsofthegoal，andjustasheisabouttothrowhimselftowardit，Balfourshootsouthisarm，graspshisenemybythebackoftheneck，andturninground，hurlshimbackwithterrificforcetothegroundandclambersontopofhim。Itisafiercetackle，givinggreatsatisfactiontoallthe’Varsitysupporters，buttononemorethantoMrs。
Macgregor，who，assheseestheunfortunateBunchhurledtoearth，exclaimswithquietsatisfaction，\"Thatwillbedoingforye，I’mthinking。\"
\"Isn’tsheagreatoldwarrior？\"saysLloydaside，totheyoungladies。
\"TheDon！TheDon！\"crythe’Varsitycontingent。\"We—like—Don！We—
like—Don！\"theychant，surgingacrossthecornerofthefieldinthewildestenthusiasm。