This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1916 edition. Excerpt: ...catcher on the bench for a pinch hitter! I just called you a business man, but I feel like taking it back. Isn't Madden likely to kick over a five-thousand-dollar pinch hitter?" Madden owned the team. "Madden be hanged!" rasped Frazer, biting off the end of a cigar he had taken from his case. "I'm the manager! Madden isn't always butting in and paring down expenses, like Collier." He pulled vigorously at the cigar, while the attentive waiter applied a lighted match. Lefty had declined a cigar. He smoked occasionally, and would have done so now, but to do so would indicate an inclination to settle down and continue the dickering, and he had decided to make a bluff at bringing the affair to an end. He called for the check, and insisted on paying the bill for both. "Sorry I've put you to so much trouble, Frazer," he said. "It was Kennedy's idea that I might do business with you, but it's evident he was mistaken. I've got some other cards to play, and time is precious." He settled the bill and tipped the waiter. Old Ben sat regarding Locke thoughtfully, rolling out great puffs of smoke. The younger man was about to rise. "Hold on," requested the manager of the Wolves. "You're a regular mule, aren't you? How do you expect to make a trade without compromising at all? You won't even meet me halfway, confound you! You--" "I'll own up that I was a bit hasty," said Lefty, showing a nervous desire to get away. "I made that five-thousand offer without thinking much, but you understand I'm rather desperate. If Collier were here, he'd probably put the kibosh on it--if he found out before the trade was closed. After that he'd have to stand for it, no matter how hard he kicked. Let's...
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