"It's Old Tilly!"
"Jotham Eddy—no!"
"Look for yourself and see—ain't it?"
"Of course—no—yes, sir, it's Old Till, for a fact."
"And he's 'way behind—I told you there wasn't anybody slower'n Old
Tilly! He's beating as fast as anything."
"As slow as anything. Come on! Let's cheer him, Jot."
They caught off their caps and cheered wildly. Every-body else joined in, catching at the name and laughing over it as a good joke.
"Hurrah—hurrah for Old Tilly!"
"Hip, hip, 'n' a tiger for Old Til-ly!"
The time-keeper called time, and Old Tilly descended from his victorious wheel and bowed profoundly to his cheerers. He walked away to join the other boys with the exaggerated air of a great victor, and the people shouted again.