There were others besides the students who were excited about the coming struggle.  All Edinburgh was in a ferment.  Football is, and always has been, the national game of Scotland among those who affect violent exercise, while golf takes its place with the more sedately inclined.  There is no game so fitted to appeal to a hardy and active people as that composite exercise prescribed by the Rugby Union, in which fifteen men pit strength, speed, endurance, and every manly attribute they possess in a prolonged struggle against fifteen antagonists.  There is no room for mere knack or trickery.  It is a fierce personal contest in which the ball is the central rallying point.  That ball may be kicked, pushed, or carried; it may be forced onwards in any conceivable manner towards the enemy’s goal.  The fleet of foot may seize it and by superior speed thread their way through the ranks of their opponents.  The heavy of frame may crush down all opposition by dead weight.  The hardiest and most enduring must win.

Even matches between prominent local clubs excite much interest in Edinburgh and attract crowds of spectators.  How much more then when the pick of the manhood of Scotland were to try their strength against the very cream of the players from the South of the Tweed.  The roads which converged on the Raeburn Place Grounds, on which the match was to be played, were dark with thousands all wending their way in one direction.  So thick was the moving mass that the carriage of the Dimsdale party had to go at a walk for the latter half of the journey, In spite of the objurgations of the driver, who, as a patriot, felt the responsibility which rested upon him in having one of the team in his charge, and the necessity there was for delivering him up by the appointed time.  Many in the crowd recognized the young fellow and waved their hands to him or called out a few words of encouragement.  Miss Kate Harston and even the doctor began to reflect some of the interest and excitement which showed itself on every face around them.  The youth alone seemed to be unaffected by the general enthusiasm, and spent the time in endeavouring to explain the principles of the game to his fair companion, whose ignorance of it was comprehensive and astounding.

“You understand,” he said, “that there are fifteen players on each side.  But it would not do for the whole of these fifteen men to play in a crowd, for, in that case, if the other side forced the ball past them, they would have nothing to fall back upon—­no reserves, as it were.  Therefore, as we play the game in Scotland, ten men are told off to play in a knot.  They are picked for their weight, strength, and endurance.  They are called the forwards, and are supposed to be always on the ball, following it everywhere, never stopping or tiring.  They are opposed, of course, by the forwards of the other side.  Now, immediately behind the forwards are the two quarter-backs.  They should be very active fellows, good dodgers