"
"All day?" asked his father.
"Yes; I've been a prisoner here for hours," quavered Fred. "And
now these fellows want to make out, before the high school friends
of mine," nodding toward the girls, "that I was the thief and
destroyer."
"That story is straightforward enough," commented the lawyer,
turning to the others rather stiffly. "Do any of you wish to
challenge it?"
No one spoke.
"I'll tell you what I wish, father," broke in Fred angrily. "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.
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