"For He's a Jolly Good Fellow!" blared forth the band.

Girls and women stood up, waving fans, handkerchiefs, banners.

Another round of cheering started.

Dick walked quietly, looking neither to right nor left.

Yet the boy was wondering, in astonishment, if kings usually got such a welcome.
By the time the cheering had ceased, Fred Ripley, also in uniform, strolled out and walked toward the sub bench.
A hiss greeted Ripley.