nd thumped.
Anything that could make a noise was commandeered and set in operation.
It was temporary lunacy. The tense strain of nearly two hours let itself
off in hysterically jubilant celebration.

But the real frenzy was on the field. The coach was fit to be caged. He
yelled and bawled and danced. He pummelled everybody and everything
within reach. All the reserve players were cheering and howling, boy
fashion. The team itself was just one big satisfied smile. Their joy was
too great for expression. They hugged one another. All of them tried to
hug Frank at once.

"O let up," he yelled. "This is worse than the game." He tore himself
loose. But not for long. He was blocked everywhere. The team surrounded
him again, pitched him on the shoulders of the stoutest two, spite of
his opposition, and marched off to the dressing room.

"What's the matter with Mulvy? He's all right! Who's all right?
Mul....vy!" They repeated that over and over again. As they got near the
stand, the crowd took it up, Gaffney leading. "What's the matter with
Mulvy? He's all right! Who's all right? Mulvy!"

About a hundred Regal boys with Gaffney at their head marched to Frank's
home yelling, "What's the matter with Mulvy? He's all right! Who's all
right? Mul....vy! Regal! Rah, Rah, Regal!--Mul. . . .vy!"

They passed the rectory on their way to Frank's house. Gaffney yelled
out, "Here, fellows, let's give a good one for Regal and Mulvy." The
cheer rang out,

"Regal! Regal! Rah, Rah, Regal. What's the matter with Mulvy? He's all
right! Who's all right? Mul....vy! Regal! Regal! Rah, Rah, Regal!
Mulvy!"

Father Boone heard the yell and went to his window. It was the first
news he had of the game. That yelling told him of victory, even before
he heard what they were shouting. A defeated team goes home quietly. Not
so the victors. He was glad beyond expression. Four of the boys on the
team were graduates of the Club. It was a great victory. But what
touched him particularly was that other yell he heard. Regal was music
to his ears, but Regal and Mulvy! That meant that Frank had done his
share--more than his share. As he got to the window, the crowd was
moving on. Every now and then he caught the refrain, "What's the matter
with Mulvy? He's all right."

"Yes, he is all right, thank God," he said to himself.

All through Parkville the crowd marched. They were killing time until
Frank should show up. Then they had their plans. After going to t