But Roy's bearers needed no spurs. They charged the crowd and Roy went bobbing through a little forest of upraised eager hands. Then the procession took some semblance of form and began its march around the bases according to time-honored custom. As Roy, following closely behind Chub, passed third, he found Doctor Emery and his family beside him. The Doctor was smiling broadly, Mrs. Emery was waving a diminutive banner and Harry was dancing and shrieking, her red hair floating in disordered wisps about her face. She caught sight of Roy on the instant and darted toward him. "Wait! Wait!" she commanded shrilly. Roy's bearers waited, laughing and panting protestingly. Harry reached up and tossed a crimson sweater about Roy's shoulders. "I'm so glad, Roy," she cried breathlessly. "And it's all mended; I did it myself!" Roy nodded, drew the arms of his precious sweater across his chest and called his thanks. Then, impatient of the delay, his bearers charged forward again and Roy clutched wildly to keep his seat. Thrice around the diamond the procession went, cheering and singing, and then it turned across the track and filed through the gate in the hedge and so through the June twilight and under the great elms to the gymnasium. [Illustration: "Roy's bearers waited"] And in the van of the line, like a vivid standard of victory, swayed The Crimson Sweater.