"Sure!" cried someone.
"But who's going to do the picking?" demanded Beeby.
"That's what I'm coming to," went on Dick. "I was going to tell you my plan, when I had to leave this afternoon."
"Tell it now!" was the general shout.
"This is it!" replied the young millionaire. "You know what good coaching can do for a team. I think that's what we need, and it is casting no reflection on the present coaches, for we all know they can devote only a little time to the work. Now what I propose is this: We can get two of the best coaches in the country—say one from Yale and one from Princeton. They can come here, and in a few weeks I'm sure they can whip our team into shape. We have the material—all it needs is to be developed."
"That's right—but how can we afford to pay for a Yale and a Princeton coach?" demanded George Hall.
"I'll attend to that end," replied Dick calmly. "This is my treat. I want Kentfield to have the best eleven in the league, and if coaching can do it we'll have it. Then we can win some games. I'll pay for the coaches, and we'll see what they can do. That was my football scheme. What do you think of it, fellows?"