"Hoo-ray!" Deafening.
"Hip!... Hip!..."
"Hoo-ray!"
The third cheer was a wave of noise that had no beginning but dimmed suddenly when a woman near the captain folded her hands and bowed her head. The crowd followed the example like one being.
Avery, too, bowed his head for a moment, fierce triumph fading from his face; then he strode down the floor to the stage as the throng moved in orderly departure to the doors around the room, a man here and there following him.
Tim Daneshaw grasped Sam Wyckoff's hand with a quick, friendly shake. "Grow old along with me, The best is yet to be," he quoted musingly; and both men followed the little line leading the way to Avery and action.