"I want an order from the court to have that dog seized and shot.
He's a vicious and dangerous brute!" "I think such a court order will be easily obtained," replied Mr.Ripley frigidly.
Harry Hazelton turned pale, clenching his fists, though he had the good sense not to speak just then.

The other boys all looked highly concerned.
"Were you bitten by the dog ?" asked Dr.Bentley quietly.
"I---I don't know yet," replied Fred.

"I can't tell." "Mr.Ripley," said Dr.Bentley very quietly, "if you contemplate seeking a court order for having the dog shot, then I suggest that you permit me to take the young man aside and examine him.
I am a physician, with a good many years of practice behind me, and any court would pronounce me competent to testify as to whether your son has been bitten, and, if so, to what extent." "I don't choose to be examined here," Fred declared sulkily.
"If I want anything of that sort done our own physician can do it." "Young man," replied Dr.Bentley, "your father is an eminent lawyer.
He is therefore qualified to inform you that if you decline an examination now as to the presence or absence of injuries on your body, your refusal would have to be taken into account in contested court action for the death of the dog." "Dr.Bentley is quite right, and he has stated the matter accurately," replied Mr.Ripley.

"Fred, do you desire to be examined now?
If so, we can go away to some secluded spot with the doctor, and with the dog's owner and any other witness desired." "I don't want to do anything now but to get away from here," replied Fred sulkily.

"I want to be rid of Prescott and his friends as soon as possible." "Very good, then," nodded his father.