"Mother and kid both doing well," went on the jockey, a thrilling note of triumph in his voice.
And then a roar of voices went up to the moonlit sky.

The shackles of doubt and anxiety fell away, and every heart swelled with joy and relief.

Men began to dance and laugh.

Out in front of the crowd leaped Percival.
"Come on now, fellows! Everybody up! Three cheers for the Trigger Island baby! One--two--three!" And while the last wild cheer was echoing back from, the mountainside: "Now, three good ones for the baby's mother, God bless her!" Thrice again the exultant yells echoed across the plain, and then out leaped another excited figure.

It was Nicklestick the Jew.
"Come on! Come on! Ve got to light the bonfires! Come on! I got the matches! Vait! Vait! Let's vait while we take off our hats a minute, boys,--take them off to our baby's father, Jimmy Cruise.