Pandemonium broke loose, for Fairhaven had thus won the game and the pennant in the Trolley League. There was a celebration in Fairhaven that night, and it was one long to be remembered. The whole town seemed ablaze with red fire and alive with people, who marched up and down the streets, blowing horns, ringing cow bells, shooting off pistols, and singing, and cheering. The Central Hotel was ablaze with light. In front of it speeches were delivered by several persons; but the crowd was not satisfied until Dick Merriwell appeared on the steps. They kept calling for him, and at last he was pushed forward. The moment they caught sight of him they started to cheer, but in advance of that cheering Brick McLane was heard roaring: “There’s the boy that done it! He’s the kid Benton Hammerswell kicked out of Maplewood—him and his ball team that won the pennant right here for Fairhaven to-day! Where is Hammerswell now? Why didn’t he wait and see the fun to-night?” After the cheering had subsided somewhat, old Uncle Gid Sniffmore suddenly climbed to the shoulders of Abner Turner and waved his cane in the air, shrilly crying: “Do you want ter know where Benton Hammerswell is? Well, he’s what they call a dead one! He won’t cut no ice round these parts arter this! Folks, I’m mighty glad I let them boys have my field! If they’ll come back here next year they can have every dratted thing I own on this island!” “Hurrah for Uncle Gid!” shouted the laughing boys. Frank and his friends were enjoying all this. They were gathered in a little group on the veranda of the hotel. Merry felt a warm hand press his, and in his ear Inza whispered: “Aren’t you proud of Dick?” “Proud of him!” he exclaimed. “How can I help being?” The next issue of the Rockford _Star_ contained an account of the final games in the league series, and likewise the fielding and batting averages of all the players in the league. There was also a high eulogy of Dick Merriwell and praise for his companions, who had aided him in winning the pennant for Fairhaven. For once, at least, the _Star_ was fair and impartial. The final standing of the teams was given as follows: Played. Won. Lost. Per C. Fairhaven 46 24 22 .522 Rockford 46 23 23 .500 Seaslope 46 23 23 .500 Maplewood 46 22 24 .478 Honesty and true manhood had triumphed and received their well-merited reward. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ CHAPTER XXIII ON THE “_SACHEM’S_” DECK. With Frank Merriwell’s party on board, Henry Crossgrove’s magnificent steam yacht finally dropped anchor in Camden Harbor on the coast of Maine.