ack,
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."

III

THE VOICE IN THE WILDERNESS

The Superintendent had come from the West on his spring round-up. New
settlements in anticipation of and following the new Railway, old
settlements in British Columbia valleys, formed twenty years ago and
forgotten, ranches of the foot-hill country, the mining camps to the
north and south of the new line--these were beginning to fire the
imagination of older Canada. Fresh from the new and wonderful land
lying west of the Great Lakes, with its spell upon him, its miseries,
its infamies, its loneliness aching in his heart, but with the
starlight of its pro