I always enjoyed a crowd.

Holloo--o--o!" His excited shout made him cough terribly; none the less he pushed on.
"You'll come to harm," said the other.

"Don't be a fool; get out of this." A struggle began between them; but by this time they were so thickly encompassed that Gammon had small chance of forcing his companion away.
Lord Polperro did not resent the tugs at his arm; he took it for genial horseplay, and only shouted louder.
"On we go! This makes one feel alive, eh?
Splendid idea to come and see this.

Hollo--o--o!" Blackguards in front of him were bellowing a filthy song; his lordship tried to join in the melody.

A girl who was jammed against him shot liquid into his ear out of a squirt, and another of her kind knocked his hat off; he struggled to recover it, but someone was beforehand with him and sent the silky headgear flying skyward, after which it was tossed from hand to hand and then trampled under foot.
"Now you'll catch your bloomin' death of cold," said Gammon.