"Old ramrod, you're too dazed to think of anything, and I'm nearly as badly off myself.

Say, did anyone, to your knowledge, have your handkerchief ?" Cadet Richard Prescott wheeled like a flash.

His face had gone white again; he stared as though at a terrifying ghost.
"By the great horn spoon, Greg-----" "Good! You're getting roused.

Now, out with it! "There were a lot of us standing about in the area, a little before time for the math.

sections to start off." "Yes?
And some other fellow handled your handkerchief ?" "Bert Dodge found himself without one, and asked me for mine, to wipe a smear of black from the back of his hand." "Which hand ?" "The left." "It doesn't really matter which hand," Greg pursued, "but I asked to make sure that your mind is working." "Oh, my mind is working," uttered Dick vengefully.
"But what else happened about that handkerchief?
"Dodge used it, then started to tuck it into his own blouse.
I grinned and reminded him that the handkerchief would fit better inside my blouse." "And then ?" "Just then the call sounded, and we had to jump.