Previous to this they had held a "council of war," as Sam expressed it, and made Dick their spokesman.
"Now, then, as you appear to be sober, I will listen to your story," said Doctor Wallington. He was the only other person present. "And remember," he added sharply, "I want nothing but the truth. You cannot hope for any leniency on my part unless you tell me everything."
"That is what we propose to do, sir," answered Dick, looking the doctor full in the eyes. "My brothers and Stanley have asked me to do the talking for all of us. Shall I tell my story now?"
"Yes."
Thereupon Dick told his tale from beginning to end, very much as I have set it down here. He, of course, could tell nothing of the actions of Koswell and his crowd, for he had been unconscious most of the time.
"Certainly a remarkable story," mused Doctor Wallington, when the oldest Rover had finished. "And you mean to say you did not drink any of the liquor?"
"Not a drop, sir; and neither did the others."
"And this vapor? What was it, and how do you account for it?" The doctor's tones were very sceptical.
