“We’ll stop and talk it over with Payson,” said Alf. “Did you hear that Warren, the Princeton center of last year, is going to help coach at Broadwood this fall?”
“No, really?” asked Dan.
“That’s what I heard. I wish we could get a good chap to help Payson. We ought to have some one to coach the back field on catching punts and running back; some one who could come down here after the Brewer game and put in two good hard weeks.”
“How about that brother of yours?” asked Tom. Alf shrugged his shoulders.
“He won’t be able to get away much. He’s going to come when he can, but he knows only about line men. Considering the number of fellows we send to Yale I think they might help us out a little with the coaching.”
“Have they ever been asked to?”
“Oh, a couple of years ago we tried to get them to send some one down, and they did send a chap for a week or so, but he wasn’t much good; just stood around and criticized the plays we were using. What we need is some one who’ll take his coat off and knock some plain horse-sense into the fellows. I think I’ll talk to Payson about it and see what he thinks.”
“Well, look here,” said Tom. “Colton’s on the Yale freshman team. Why not write to him and see what he can do?”
“Colton,” answered Alf dryly, “was a great big thing when he was captain here last year, but just at present he’s only one of some sixty or seventy candidates trying for a place on the freshman eleven. I guess he has all the trouble he wants. Look, isn’t that one of our long-distance heroes footing it down the road there?”
“Yes,” answered Dan. “Come on.”