“The other fellows?”
“Yes. They’d want to mob me.”
“Nonsense! Why, look here, even Farrell can’t turn out a winning team for us every year, Dick. I’m not saying you’re the finest football coach in the country, but, by George, you’re the only chap I know of to-day I’d be satisfied to work under! Now what do you say, Dick?”
“And, look here, Dickums,” said Gordon, “you want to remember that we can’t hire a coach if we can find one. It’s up to you!”
“Where would I find time to study or do any work?” asked Dick irresolutely. “If I went into this I’d want to go in with both feet.”
“Of course you would!” responded George encouragingly. “But a couple of hours in the afternoons from now to the eighteenth of November wouldn’t matter.”
“Do you think two hours a day was all that Joe Farrell gave to football?” asked Dick grimly.
“Well——”
“Say, Lanny, who put this into your head?”