Lanny grinned sheepishly. “Louise Brent,” he answered. “But she said she was surprised I hadn’t thought of it myself, and, by Jove, Dick, so I am!”
“I thought of it a week ago, didn’t I, Dick?” asked George eagerly. “Remember that first afternoon of practice? I asked you then——”
“No post-mortems, George,” said Lanny. “That’s settled then, eh, Dick?”
Dick smiled ruefully and gazed a moment at his crutches. “How would I look,” he asked, “driving a team on those things?”
“You’d look fine!” declared Lanny. “And you could do it!”
“Perhaps,” laughed Gordon, “you could follow the team in Eli!”
Dick smiled, and then asked: “There’s no money in this, is there?”
“I’m afraid not,” replied Lanny. “The Committee——”
“That’s the way I’d want it. I wouldn’t dare take any money for doing it, fellows. If I made a mess of it I’d feel bad enough if I was doing it for nothing, but if I was getting paid for it I’d feel as if I’d cheated you. Now, one more thing, Lanny. If I do—er—coach, it’s got to be understood that I am coach.”