"Say," he said finally, and Kerwin looked down.
"What?"
"Tell me the meaning of that eye."
The twinkle grew in Kerwin's own.
"That!" he exclaimed, burying his chin in the huge collar of the sweater and pulling out the garment like the cuticle of the elastic-skinned boy, the better to examine the badge. "Oh, that is the all-seeing eye of the frat. It means that the fellow who wears our pin—it means that I am next, that I'm on—up to the game; that no hot air goes with me. See?"
His eyes met the little independent freshman's squarely and soberly.
"Oh, does it," the latter replied with interest. "Then what does that thing mean?" With a chubby forefinger he indicated the lamp.
"Now, that's different," Kerwin continued, none the less grave. "That is symbolic of brilliancy. It indicates brilliancy of the highest order. Yes, siree; a chap's got to be mighty brilliant to wear that!"
Again their eyes met and the little independent's were alight with interest still.