“I hope so. I’d hate horribly to have Pearsall beat us this year, when you’re captain. What do you mean by fool notions, Stuart? Is the new coach notional?”
“Sort of.” Stuart frowned again. “Most of it’s just talk, though, I guess.”
“Do the fellows like him?”
“Yes. They won’t, though, if he keeps on working them as hard as he did Saturday and to-day. By the way, I’m putting you up for Lyceum to-morrow, Neil, so you’d better get ready to ride the goat.”
Neil smiled. “Thanks. I’ll practice on the footboard of the bed.”
“I told you so you could turn down Manning if they got after you.”
“There’s nothing like being beforehand,” replied Neil demurely.
“Well, they’d get you if they could, I guess. What are you looking so foxy about? Have they been after you already?”
Neil laughed and nodded. “More than a month ago. Greg Trenholme wrote me.”