CHAPTER XVIII.
THE CLASS MEETING SITS AS JURY Three days later the class meeting was held.
Jetson was especially impressed with the notion that he must attend, since he must appear as the accused.

With one of his disposition it was quite natural that the young man should go before the class in a highly resentful mood.
After a few introductory remarks, Jetson was summoned by the class president to rise.
"Mr.Jetson," asked the class president, "do you intend to deny having made the remark imputed to you--that you would not take the word of any midshipman in the brigade!" "I made the remark, after a measure, sir," Jetson replied.

"What I said was that in a certain matter I would not take the word of any midshipman in the brigade if it went counter to my fixed belief." "Mr.Jetson, don't you consider that, under the circumstances, that amounted to a statement of your unwillingness to accept the word of members of the brigade ?" "I should be sorry to have that construction placed on my remark, Mr.
President, for I know that nearly all the men of the brigade are men with a fine sense of honor." "Then how do you reconcile this statement with your other one ?" "Mr.President, I meant, and I still mean, that I am so certain of the truth of the charge that I made to one Darrin, that, if members of the brigade spoke differently, I would then know that they were not telling the truth." A storm of protests went up, while one hoarse voice bellowed: "Throw him out!" And another called: "Coventry!" "Order!" commanded the class president, rapping hard with his gavel.
"Mr.Jetson, it is a most serious matter to impugn the good faith and honor of the brigade.

It is hardly mitigated by the fact that the words were uttered in the heat of passion, especially when, in your cooler moment, you are not inclined to retract your statement or to render it harmless.

I believe, therefore, that I am in accord with the sense of this meeting of the class when I ask you if you have any retraction or apology to offer." "For the statement, in the form in which I offered it, Mr.President, I have no retraction or apology to offer, and only such explanation as I have lately given." "Coventry! Coventry!" came the insistent call.
"Well, then, you can send me to Coventry, you friends of Darrin, if you feel yourselves justified in doing it!" quivered Midshipman Jetson, tossing his head and glaring defiantly around the room.
"Mr.President!" "Mr.Wentworth." "In view of the charge, and the subsequent statements of Mr.Jetson, I feel that we have an unpleasant duty to perform.