And America greeted her Renaud. Shouts roared up. People laughed and cried and hurrahed over a bewildered, dark-haired hero, who couldn’t quite take it in that it was he they were shouting over.
Out of the throng, an imposing gentleman fought his way close, grasped Lee’s hand and burst into hurried speech: “Represent the Amalgamated Radio Corporation of America—have come a thousand miles to be first on the ground. Our corporation offers you a million dollars for the rights to your portable radio—”
“Sir, I’ll talk later—please,” and Lee pushed forward. Over there, could he believe his eyes? His mother, Great-uncle Gem pounding his cane and waving wildly, Jimmy Bobb in a chair—they had come all the way here, just to see him!