A cheer it was that began away there and grew and spread.

A little spluttering of voices about the platform at first that suddenly leapt up into a flame of sound and swept athwart the whole mass of humanity within the building and without.

How they cheered! Hooray! Hooray! No one in all those myriads cheered like the man from prison.

The tears poured down his face, and he only stopped cheering at last because the thing had choked him.

You must have been in prison as long as he before you can understand, or even begin to understand, what it means to a man to let his lungs go in a crowd.