"Then who"
"I told you I couldn't tell you, didn't I? So don't ask. You'll know this afternoon—or to-morrow."
"I'll bet he's a frost, whoever he is," Morris Brent grumbled.
"Who found him? Lanny?"
"Er—no, not exactly." George Cotner smiled. "I don't know who found him, exactly, although I think I was the first one to suggest him. Oh, you'll be surprised all right, fellows!" He chuckled at the bewildered expressions on the faces of the others. "I'll tell you one thing, though, just to keep you interested; he's never played a game of football in his life!"
A howl of derision went up. "Now we know you're lying, George!" declared Sears.
"Maybe it's Mr. Grayson," sneered Bingham, and a laugh went up at that and the gathering broke up in better humor as the gong summoned them back to work.
As a matter of fact, the school at large did not learn the identity of the new coach that afternoon, for at nine o'clock that evening the candidate for the honor was still holding off. He sat in the little parlor of his home on E Street, a pair of
