“You mean that——”
“That I’m in authority. That what I say goes. It may sound cheeky, considering that I’m a greenhorn, but it’s the only way for me to have any show at making good.”
“That’s all right, Dick. You say the word and you’re It from this moment. And if the way I play doesn’t suit you you can put me on the bench to-morrow. Is it a bargain?”
“Fellows, I’m an awful fool, I suppose, but—” he paused again.
“Say it, Dick!” exclaimed George, with a grin.
“I want you to know that—that I appreciate your confidence in me,” went on Dick, “and I’ll do the best I know how.”
“Good boy!” cried Lanny, seizing Dick’s hand and pumping it enthusiastically. “Now I feel as if I could play some football! Honest, Dick, I’ve been too worried to even try!”
“Do I—do I begin my duties now?” asked Dick soberly.
“Of course! I suppose the Committee will have to approve, but they’ll do that, all right.”