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. Others glanced curiously at the principals in this little drama of cadet life. None of them took Furlong to be anything more than the stage manager.
"Have you said all you have to say, Mr. Dodge?" demanded Cadet
Prescott.
"Yes," flared Bert.
"Have you anything that you wish to add, Mr. Dennison?" demanded
Dick, wheeling upon his other foe in the corps.
"Nothing more, at present," replied Dennison coolly. He realized how much bigger and more powerful he was than Dick Prescott.
"Then, as for you, Mr. Dodge," continued Prescott, fixing his old-time enemy with a cold eye, "you're a liar and a coward!"
Dodge doubled his fists, springing forward, but two of the yearlings caught him and dragged him back, for old ramrod's back was already turned. Dick was eyeing his other detractor.
"You, Mr. Dennison," continued Prescott, "are a dirty scandal-monger, a back-biter and a source of danger to the honor of the cadet corps!"