"Collingwood! Collingwood!" roared the jubilant crowd in the car. "Hurrah for dear old Bob!"
Then they cheered and cheered, and then they called for a speech from "dear old Bob."
Collingwood was lifted to his feet. He protested that he could not make a speech, but they would not be satisfied till he had said something, and so he cried:
"Well, boys, we did them—and we did them good!"
This was better than a long speech, and it produced the most unbounded enthusiasm.
When the excitement had abated somewhat, Collingwood arose again, and motioned for silence. In a moment he was receiving the full attention of every one.
"Every man on the crew deserves praise," began Bob.
"Hooray for the croll hew—I mean the whole crew!" shouted Harry Rattleton, smashing his new straw hat over Bandy Robinson's head.
"But there is one who deserves especial commendation," Collingwood added.