yet without dropping it. When are we going to get someone to coach? Heard anything about it?"
"I heard to-day that Lanny was trying to get a man in Westport who has been coaching Torleston High School. That's all I know, Tom."
"I suppose it'll be hard to find anyone as late in the season as this. Well, I guess it's no affair of mine. Glad it isn't. How's Eli running?"
"Like a clock," replied Dick warmly. "He's a fine little car. I'd take you home, Tom, but I've got Gordon with me. He went in the post office."
"Thanks, that's all right. I'd like a ride sometime, though, Dick. I've never been in one of those things."
"Well, I never had until a couple of weeks ago," laughed Dick. "I'll get you to-morrow and take you out to the field if you like, Tom."
"Will you? You bet I'd like it! Much obliged. It'll be out of your way, though. You know I live over by the railroad."
"I know, but Eli doesn't mind the cars!"
Tom smiled as he nodded and went on, and Gordon hurried out of the post office. "Sorry to keep you waiting," he said as he jumped back into the
