"No mistaking a candidate," he said. "You have the real all-overish look about you. And no need to huff up at it, either. I've been there myself, so I know."
"Do you like it here?" said Magnus, the flush cooling down.
"Fair to middling. When I'm up in math., keep out of Con., and don't get skinned too often."
This was high Dutch to Magnus. But he was at the age when pertinent questions are far harder to ask than the impertinent; and nothing would have made him show his ignorance. He went back to the last subject.
"You say you know, because you've been a candidate yourself; but who tells all these girls?"
"Oh, the girls!" said the cadet. "Yes, there's a good many girls here; and what some of 'em don't know, and don't do, wouldn't fill a collar-box. Even Crinkem's head could hold it."
"Who is Crinkem?"
"My respected classmate. Absolutely worried along so far, and gone on furlough. Nobody can guess how he did it, either. Who are you?"
"Charlemagne Kindred."
The cadet gave a long, "Whew!"