"Let them do Princes Street, just once!" But the doctor would not have it.

"Jock," he said quietly, "just get us through at Queen Street." "All right, Sir," replied Jock with great regret.

"It will be as you say." Under Jock's orders, when Queen Street was reached, the men at the horses' heads suddenly swung the pair from the crowd, and after some struggling, got them safely into the clear space, leaving the procession to follow the van, loudly cheering their great International captain, whose prowess on the field was equalled only by his modesty and his hatred of a demonstration.
"Listen to the idiots," said Dunn in disgust, as the carriage bore them away from the cheering crowd.
"Man, they're just fine! Aren't they, Father ?" said young Rob in an ecstasy of joy.
"They're generous lads, generous lads, boy," said Doctor Dunn, his old eyes shining, for his son's triumph touched him deeply.

"That's the only way to take defeat." "That's all right, Sir," said Dunn quickly, "but it's rather embarrassing, though it's awfully decent of them." The doctor's words suggested fresh thoughts to young Rob.

"But it was terrible; and you were just on the win, too, I know." "I'm not so sure at all," said his brother.
"Oh, it is terrible," said Bob again.
"Tut, tut, lad! What's so terrible ?" said his father.