"Yippi!"
McCarthy, doubled up with laughter, stood in front of him, gazing hilariously, proudly down.
"You old Dink, you, what right had you to go out for it?"
"None at all."
"How the deuce did you have the nerve?"
"How?" For the first time the question impressed itself on him. He scratched his head and said simply, unconscious of the wide application of what he said: "Gee! guess I didn't stop to think how rotten I was."
He went to bed, gorgeously happy with the first throbbing, satisfying intoxication of success. The whole world must be concerned with him now. He was no longer unknown; he had emerged, freed himself from the thralling oblivion of the mass.