They crowded around him with vociferous welcome, Brown leading in a series of wild cheers.
After the cheering was done, Brown rushed for him.
"Congratulations, old boy!" he cried, shaking him by the hand.
"It's all right; we've won, after all! Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!" Brown had clearly gone mad.
Then Irma came running toward him.
"Yes, it's all true, Kalman dear," she cried, pulling down his head to kiss him, her voice breaking in a sob and her eyes radiant with smiles and tears.
"Don't be alarmed, old man," said French, taking him by the hand when Irma had surrendered her place.

"They are all quite sane.
We've got it, right enough.

We've won out." Kalman sat still on his horse, looking from one to the other in utter bewilderment.

Brown was still yelling at intervals, and wildly waving his hat.

At length Kalman turned to Mrs.Brown.
"You seem to be sane, anyway," he said; "perhaps you will tell me what they all mean ?" "It means, Kalman," said the little woman, offering him both hands, "we are so glad that we don't know what to do.