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 pitch some, after all. I wonder where he came from."

"Mr. Cope won't tell, and nobody around here seems to know."

"Somehow I have a feeling that I've seen him before, but I can't place him."

"Perhaps he's some great college pitcher," said the girl.

"I don't know about that, but if he is I reckon he's here under a fake name; for you know it makes college twirlers professionals to play for money. A man is barred if he's ever caught at it. Just the same, some of them, needing the dough, take the risk. Up here in this league a man would stand a fair chance of getting by without being exposed."

"It's—it's supposed to be dishonest, isn't it?"

"Yes; but necessity has driven more than one good man to shut his eyes to that phase of the matter. If this Locke was known at all as a professional, some of the players of this league should recognize him."

"I don't like to think that he's a college man who would do such a thing," said Janet earnestly.

"Oh-ho!" cried Bent. "So you're taking considerable interest in the chap you thought couldn't pitch at all."