"Yes, sir," stuttered Adams, his face first white then purple. "Here, sir."
"'Here' will do; there is no need of the 'sir.' Allsop, K. E."
"Here"—in a very faint voice.
"Speak up!"
"Here." This time a little louder.
And so it went, hardly a man escaping without some admonishment. Hugh's throat went dry; his tongue literally stuck to the roof of his mouth: he was sure that he wouldn't be able to say "Here" when it came his turn, and he could feel his heart pounding in dreadful anticipation.
"Carver, H. M."
"Here!"
There! it was out! Or had he really said it?
He looked at the professor in terror, but Kane was already calling, "Dana, R. T." Hugh sank back in his chair; he was trembling.