“Who?”
“The head coach—Horsehide himself. I heard he was to be here to-day. It’s his first appearance. Now they’ll walk Spanish.”
Across the back-field a man was approaching—a man who was eagerly surrounded by many of the candidates, and he was cheered to the echo, while murmurs of his name reached Joe.
“Let’s go up and have a look at him,” proposed Spike.
“Go ahead,” agreed Joe, for the game had momentarily stopped at the advent of the head coach.
He was shaking hands all around, and, as Joe approached, Mr. Forsythe Hasbrook turned to greet someone behind him. Joe had a good look at his face, and to his great surprise he recognized it as that of the man whom he had driven to the depot in such a rush to catch a train.
“And he’s Yale’s head coach!” murmured Joe. “I—I wonder if he’ll remember me?”