"Tell them for a start, Dodge, and I'll listen.
Hold on there, fellows.

Oh, you there, Prescott?
That's lucky.
Dodge has some 'facts' he thinks the class ought to know, and I want you to hear them.

Now, Dodge, turn around and repeat what you were just saying." There was no help for it.

Dodge had to speak up, or be considered a cur that bit only in the dark.
So, with a show of defiance, Dodge spoke hotly giving a very fair repetition of what he had lately said.

Prescott stood by, his fists clenched, his face white, but without interrupting or making any move.
"Now, state what you said, Mr.Dennison," requested Furlong coldly.
Thus cornered, Dennison, too, had to state truthfully what he had just been saying.
There was a pause.
Some of the yearlings looked straight ahead.