“Pan! pan! pan! pan! pan!”
“It must be my tall hat,” thought Phil, and he took it off with a quick movement. The welcome doubled its noise.
“Vive Phil!”
“Hurrah!”
“Am I dreaming?” Phil asked himself, “or are these men crazy?” They were all crowding round him, patting him on the back and shaking his hand.
“Old Phil!”
“Good old Phil!”
“My best compliments, old comrade!”
“Compliments for what? Whose compliments?” Phil asked in a daze.
“But for your picture, of course!”