matter of conjecture. At all events, Leddy made an excellent throw and Hugh made a correspondingly good catch, and the fat was in the fire. What ensued occupied so little time that to the watchers, at least, it seemed all over almost as soon as it had begun. Hugh had a practically clear field for the first twenty yards and he made the most of it. Then the pursuit moved to cut him off from behind and the race began in earnest. Hugh had captured the ball near his own fifteen yards, for the pass had been more vertical than forward, and he was approaching the middle of the field, running like a rabbit, as Bert told him afterwards, before he was really challenged. Then it was Jack Zanetti who threw down the gauntlet. Zanetti was a swift runner, with a commendable Track Team record for the two-twenty, and had he and Hugh started even the latter would never have had a chance of victory. But Zanetti was well behind when the danger had been discovered and by the time he was close to Hugh’s flying heels he had already run a punishing race. Behind Zanetti streamed others; Gus Weston, Milford and Hanser possible contenders, Leddy hopelessly out of it, and then a mingling of friends and foes. Forbes, seeing the way the play was turning out, had left Derry to his own devices and was making an earnest effort to catch up with his team-mate and act as interference, but the handicap of distance was too great and although Forbes did actually manage to be in at the death he never got close enough to render any aid. Nick had told Hugh that when one was making a long run with the ball one didn’t do much thinking. But Hugh couldn’t agree with him, for it seemed to him that he thought of about everything in the world! Only, and this was a peculiar thing to his mind, he couldn’t remember any of his thoughts afterwards! Near the first team’s forty-five yards Zanetti made a heroic effort to reach the quarry. Calling on every last ounce of strength, he sprinted and lunged forward with groping hands. Perhaps Hugh guessed his danger, for he swerved at the right instant and Zanetti’s arms, although they nearly reached what they sought and even threw Hugh out of his stride, closed on empty air and he rolled over twice and lay quite quiet until the rest of the pursuit had labored past. Milford found his second wind and gave Hugh a very pretty tussle all the rest of the way, but the latter crossed the goal line with dragging feet a good three yards ahead, touched the ball to earth and then carefully snuggled it beneath him and ducked his head as the exhausted Milford dropped down on him.