Julius was half suffocated, when the police rescued him, and landed him safe in the privileged haven on the inner side of the public house door.

A deafening tumult broke out, as he entered, from the regions above stairs.

A distant voice screamed, "Mind yourselves!" A hatless shouting man tore down through the people congregated on the stairs.

"Hooray! Hooray! He's promised to do it! He's entered for the race!" Hundreds on hundreds of voices took up the cry.
A roar of cheering burst from the people outside.

Reporters for the newspapers raced, in frantic procession, out of the inn, and rushed into cabs to put the news in print.