or kicking
something. Finally the coach signalled attention.

"Now boys, go at them hard. This is no tea party. Scare them from the
start. It's grit that wins. No quitter, no quarter. You're off."

With a yell, they bounded out of the dressing room and on to the field.
They came out on a trot, looking steady and confident. They were greeted
with "Regal, Regal! Rah, Rah, Regal," from thousands of throats. "Give
them another," yelled Gaffney. "Regal, Regal! Rah, Rah, Re--gal" soared
across the field.

An instant later, Stanley came out. They got their welcome, "Stanley,
Rah! Stanley, Rah!... Rah! Rah! Stanley!"

The spectators were about equally divided. Both sides were on fire with
enthusiasm. Those who knew the players pointed them out to those who did
not. The strong and weak points of the respective teams were adverted to
and discussed.

Below, on the gridiron, the players were limbering up. Some tossed the
ball around, others made short sprints, while a few kicked the pig-skin,
not far but accurately. The warning whistle sounded. Off came the heavy
sweaters. Both sides ranged up in battle formation. The ball was
propelled by a mighty kick far into Stanley's territory, and the fight
was on.

The battle surged to and fro. Neither side showed any distinct
superiority over the other. The ball was pushed now down to Stanley's
goal, now down to Regal's. Either side, held for downs within the
shadows of its own goal posts, invariably punted the ball back into
hostile territory. Time and again an onward march was stopped by clever
work and the ball changed hands. The game went on in this way for about
ten minutes.

Suddenly from scrimmage, the ball was passed to Mulvy's substitute for a
run forward. The chance was good for a score. A little clever dodging
here and there would mean a touchdown and six points for Regal. The
spectators rose to their feet, they stood on tip toe, they craned their
necks to see the first score. All of a sudden, when within fifteen feet
of goal, the runner was tackled, toppled, and the ball rolled into
Stanley's possession. A groan came from Regal as Stanley picked up the
ball, and carried it down the field, whence it was gradually worked over
the line for a touchdown. They failed, however, to kick goal, and the
score stood 6 to 0 in favor of Stanley.

No time was lost in renewing the battle, and soon it was on as fiercely
as before. The Regal's coach was storming and stamping.

"I told