"We've found a coach," replied the manager coolly.
Exclamations of surprise and curiosity came from the gathering. "Who is he?" "Where'd we get him?" "Who said so?" "Bet you're fooling, George!"
"Not at liberty to tell you just yet," replied Cotner, enjoying the sensation. "In fact, the matter is not absolutely settled"
"Thought so! Knew you were lying!"
"—But it will be this afternoon. Then you'll hear all about it."
"Where's he come from?" demanded Morris.
George hesitated, and then, "Right here," he answered.
"Clearfield? Do we know him?"
"Yes."
"Is he a graduate?"
"No."
"Then it's Mr. Cochran, of the Y.M.C.A."
"Get out!" said Morris. "He wouldn't leave a job like the one he's got to coach us."
"He could do it without giving up his job, couldn't he? Isn't it Cochran, George?"
"It is—not."
