Hip, hip, hurrah!" At the entrance to the town an evergreen arch had been erected. It bore an inscription in Manx: "Dooiney Vannin, lhiat myr hoilloo" "Man of Man, success as thou deservest." The carriage had slacked down to a walk. "Drive quicker," cried Philip. "The streets are crowded, your Excellency," said Jem-y-Lord.