im
with my approval." And she waved her hand at Martin.

The master of ceremonies responded by taking off his hat and making a
sweeping bow, still keeping up the beat. The crowd, following his eyes,
turned their attention to the young lady, much to Dunn's delight.

"Oh," she gasped, "they'll be chanting me next! Good-bye! I'm off!" And
she darted back to the company of her friends marching on the pavement.

At this point Martin held up both arms and called for silence.

"Second verse," he shouted, "second verse! Get the words now!"

"Old Dunn ain't done, old Dunn ain't done,
Old Dunn, old Dunn ain't done,
Old Dunn ain't done, old Dunn ain't done,
Old Dunn, old Dunn ain't done."

But the crowd rejected the Colonial version, and rendered in their own
good Doric:

"Old Dunn's no' done, old Dunn's no' done,
Old Dunn, old Dunn's no' done,
Old Dunn's no' done, old Dunn's no' done,
Old Dunn, old Dunn's no' done."

And so they sang and swayed, following the van till they neared Queen
Street, down which lay the doctor's course.

"For heaven's sake, can't they be choked off?" groaned Dunn.

The doctor signalled Jock to him.

"Jock," he said, "we'll just slip through at Queen Street."

"We'd like awfully to do Princes Street, Sir," pleaded Jock.

"Princes Street, you born ass!" cried Dunn wrathfully.

"Oh, yes, let them!" cried young Rob, whose delight in the glory of
his hero had been beyond all measure. "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