"Yes, that explains it."
"Three cheers for the hero!"
"Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!"
The crowd burst into wild cheering, and there was a general struggle to get a fair view of Frank Merriwell, who had suddenly become the object of attention, the splendors of the parade being forgotten for the time.
Frank was confused and bewildered, and he sought to get away as quickly as possible, hoping to follow the Queen of Flowers. But he found his way blocked on every hand, and a hundred voices seemed to be asking:
"What's your name?"
"Where do you belong?"
"Won't you please tell us your name?"
"Haven't I seen you in New York?"
"Aren't you from Chicago?"