Every fellow in the corps will know that.

So you'll have to set your wits at work to find the real explanation of the thing.

How could that paper have gotten in with your handkerchief ?" "I don't know," replied Dick, shaking his head hopelessly.
"Well, you've got to find out, son, and that right quick! There isn't a moment to be lost! You didn't cheat---you wouldn't know how do a deliberately dishonest thing.

But that reply won't satisfy the powers that be.

You've got to get your answer ready, and do it with a rush." "Perhaps you can also suggest where the rush should start," observed Prescott.
"Yes; I've got to suggest everything that is going to be done, I reckon," muttered Greg, resting a chum's loyal hand on Dick's shoulder.