come across with two or three good ideas, like the one about playing Bingham close in on forward-passes to the right, and it just seemed easier to let you think that they were brain-waves of my own than explain."
"I see. Well, it looks to me, Kemble, as though it would be a rather brilliant idea to encourage Deane. Guess we'd better attach him to our 'coaching staff,'" Mr. Babcock added laughingly.
"I wish he would let you see some of the plays he's planned. Some of them look pretty good to me, but I'm not much of a hand at diagrams."
"I'd like to see them, of course," replied Mr. Babcock, not very enthusiastically. "Bring them along some evening."
"I spoke about that, sir, but he didn't seem keen for it. He's got a forward-pass play, with an end throwing, that looks sort of good, and I was wondering if we couldn't try it out, Mr. Babcock. There's a lot of us who would like mighty well to beat Minster High next Saturday. And then, of course, we've got to lick that Wolcott Scrub!"
"I'll drop in on Deane to-morrow and get him to show me what he's got. I'd like to make his acquaintance, too. Oh, by the way, Kemble, there's something I meant to speak of when you were in here before. How are you getting on in classes?"
"Me, sir? Well, I'm all right, I guess. Of course, I'm not what you could call a shining example right now, Mr. Babcock, but as soon as football's over I'll be sitting pretty."
