He watched the door until he saw Midshipman Jetson enter.
Rap, rap, rap! went the gavel at last.
"Gentlemen," announced the president, "there is some unfinished business before the meeting.

At the last class meeting a motion was made and seconded that Midshipman Jetson be sent to Coventry.

Any remarks that may be offered on that resolution will be in order now." Dave Darrin was on his feet in an instant.

Three or four men hissed, but Dave appeared not to notice.
"Mr.President," Dave began in a slow, steady voice, "this motion more closely affects Mr.Jetson than it does any other member of the class.

I understand that Mr.Jetson has a few remarks to make." There was a murmur that ran around the room as Jetson rose to his feet, claiming the chair's recognition.
"Mr.President and gentlemen," began Jetson, his face pale and his words coming with effort, "I am not going to discuss the question of whether the class will or will not be justified in sending me to Coventry.