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Peter: a novel of which he is not the hero by Francis Hopkinson Smith
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"Bully for Garry! You deserve it, old man! Three cheers for Garry
Minott! Hip ... Hip ...!"

Morris's voice now dominated the room.

"Come this way, Mr. Minott."

The face of the young superintendent, which had been in a broad
laugh all the evening, grew white and red by turns. Out of pure
astonishment he could neither move nor speak.

"All right--stay where you are!" cried Morris laughing. "Pass it
up to him, please."

John Breen sprang from his chair with the alertness of a man who
had been accustomed to follow his impulse. In his joy over his
friend's good fortune he forgot his embarrassment, forgot that he
was a stranger; forgot that he alone, perhaps, was the only young
man in the room whose life and training had not fitted him for the
fullest enjoyment of what was passing around him; forgot
everything, in fact, but that his comrade, his friend, his chum,
had won the highest honors his Chief could bestow.

With cheeks aflame he darted to Morris's chair.

"Let me hand it to him, sir," he cried, all the love for his
friend in his eyes, seizing the ring and plunging toward Garry,
the shouts increasing as he neared his side and placed the prize
in his hand. Only then did Minott find his breath and his feet.

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