It is to be feared that Mrs. Matson's eyes had been so riveted on Joe alone, in that memorable Series when he had pitched his team to victory, that she had not picked up many points about the game in general. But anything that concerned her darling boy concerned her as well, and she let her sewing lie unheeded in her lap as Joe read the story from beginning to end. "Seems to be straight goods," remarked Jim, as Joe threw the paper aside. "They've got the money all right," rejoined Joe. "They've got two or three millionaires who are willing to take a chance and put up the coin." "One of the names seems to be rather familiar," remarked Jim, with a sidewise look at Joe. "Do you remember him?" "I remember him," replied Joe grimly, "but I'd bet a dollar against a plugged nickel that he remembers me better yet." "Who is it?" asked Clara with quickened interest. "Beckworth Fleming," replied Joe. "Rather a pretty name," remarked Mrs. Matson absently. "Prettier than he was when Joe got through with him," interposed Jim with a grin. Mrs. Matson looked up, shocked. "Oh, I hope Joe didn't hurt him!" she exclaimed. "Whatever Joe did was for the good of his soul," laughed Jim. "I can't say as much for his body." "It's all right, Momsey," smiled Joe. "He was insolent to Mabel, and I had to give him a thrashing. But that's neither here nor there. He's the spoiled son of a very rich man, and he's one of the men behind this new league. 'A fool and his money are soon parted,' and he'll probably be wiser when he gets through with this than he is now." "But why shouldn't they start a new league if they want to?" asked Mrs. Matson. "I should think they had a right to, if they wanted to do it." "Of course they have a right to," agreed Joe. "This is a free country, and any man has a right to go into any legitimate business if he thinks there's money in it. Neither the National League nor the American League have a mortgage on the game. But the trouble is that there aren't enough good players to go round. All the really good ones have been already gobbled up by the present leagues. If the new league started in with unknown players, it wouldn't take in enough money to pay the batboys. The consequence is that it tries to get the players who are already under contract by making them big offers, and that leads to all sorts of dishonesty. You take a man who is making three thousand a year and offer him six if he'll break his contract, and it's a big temptation." "They'll be after you, Joe, sure as shooting," remarked Jim. "It would be a big feather in their cap to start off with copping the greatest pitcher in the game. They'd be willing to offer you a fortune to get you. They figure that after that start the other fellows they want will be tumbling over themselves to get aboard." "Let them come," declared Joe. "I'll send them off with a flea in their ear. They'll find that I'm no contract jumper."