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 him before. He's some green dub of a port-side flinger old man Cope picked up. You know Cope used to play the game back in the days of the Deluge, and he thinks he knows all about it. As he's chairman of the Kingsbridge Baseball Association, and one of the heaviest backers of the team, folks round here let him meddle enough to keep him appeased. All the same, long as they've hired me to manage, I'm going to manage, after I've shown 'em how much Cope don't know about it."

"That's the talk, Hutch," chuckled the Bancroft manager. "You've got some team, and you oughter be able to make it interestin' for the rest of us, if the rubes let you have your swing. It was that old fox, Cope, who got Deever away from me arter I had Pat as good as signed, which makes me feel a bit raw, natural. Outside of Deever, and Locke, and a few others, I s'pose the team's practically your make-up?"

"Then you've got another guess coming," returned Bob Hutchinson. "Skillings, Lace, Crandall, and Hickey make the whole of my picking; Cope practically got together the rest of the bunch. But wait; some of 'em won't hold their jobs long, between you and me, Mike.

"Perhaps we hadn't better chin any longer, for