Lefty Locke Pitcher-Manager

y as effective as his former style of pitching, and one that would put less strain upon his shoulder, had been a sheer waste of time. Working against batters who were dange

sastrous results? Should he attempt it, even should he succeed, perhaps the morrow would find him with his s

ad disappeared. It gave Lefty some satisfaction to feel that, for the ti

. Just when I thought we had you meandering away from here, Lefty, you turned right round and came back. If you handed us that one lone tally to chirk us along, let me reassure you that you mad

" responded Locke. "Giv

nes unlimbered his artillery on you, he'd mow you down as fast as you toddled up to th

tie himself into knots, pressing the ball into the pit of his stomach like a person in excruciating anguish. On the swing back, he turned completely away from the batter, facing second base for a moment, at the same ti

f for the Grays, stood quite still and stared like a person hypnotized. The ball floated over, and t

ley. "Was my speed too much for you? Couldn't you see

his head, un

pitch a ball that was so speedy that the batsman swung too slowly. And, a few minutes later, completing the performance to his own satisfaction, he struck Hallett out with a neat little d

he laughed all the way from the bench to the plate.

ars," he said, "I'll pitch to you

whatever, he snapped one straight over, catching Wat

the manager of the Wind Jammers. "Now that you'

ng. Watson hit it and popped a little fly into Wiley's hands, the latter not bei

at all amused by the horseplay that was taking place.

He's simply laughing himself sick. I love t

etorted tartly. "This crowd i

, my happy friend. And that'

to the left of the slabman, but the latter shot out his gloved hand with the swiftness of a striking rattlesnake, and grabbed the whistling sphere. Having made t

aid Locke, coming out. "When are you g

of would-bes never could get anything remotely related to a crack off Jones. How

second, hoisted an infield fly, and expressed his annoyanc

ed into a safety by the most surprising dash to first. Impossible though it seemed, the chunky, short-legged fellow could run

in his shoulder, a feeling he did not like, and he wondered if he could "tighten" in repeated pinches, as he had so frequently done when

o down, Colby landed on the horsehide for two sacks. Coming next

the bats. "Watch me start something! I'm going to lacerate the feelings

Wiley picked out a smoking shoot, a

I fancied mayhap Dame Rumor had slandered you, but alas

ible that real batters could find him with such ease? If so, the Big League would see him no more; he would not return to i

I must settle these infernal