"Case dismissed," broke in Justice Vesey briskly, and Mr. Ripley did not finish his remark.
Bowing to the court, Dick rose, picked up his hat and started out with his father.
But once outside Herr Schimmelpodt caught them both by the arm.
"Vait!" he commanded. "I much vant to hear me vot Lawyer Ripley haf to say to dot young scallavag."
"Are you talking about me?" demanded Bert Dodge, flushingly hotly, for, just at that moment, he turned out of the court room into the corridor.
"Maybe," assented Herr Schimmelpodt.
"Then stuff a sausage in your Dutch mouth, and be quiet," retorted
Bert impudently.
"Young man, if your father hat not enough gontrol of er you, den I vill offer him dot I teach you manners by a goot spanking," replied Herr Schimmelpodt stiffly.
"Bert, you will be silent before your elders," ordered Mr Dodge.
"You have come close enough to getting me into trouble today.
Had I understood the whole story of the fight, as I do now, I
never would have backed your application for a warrant."
If you meet with any rebuke from young Prescott's friends, take it in meekness, for you richly deserve censure."