Jimmy Kirkland and the Plot for a Pennant — John Shaqi
Jimmy Kirkland and the Plot for a PennantFullerton, Hugh S. (Hugh Stuart)
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Jimmy Kirkland and the Plot for a Pennant
Fullerton, Hugh S. (Hugh Stuart)
Baseball -- Juvenile fiction
"Now get wise, Adonis," he advised, in friendly tones. "I'll tip you
to something no one outside a few is on to. Baldwin owns this club
you're pitching for, and he owns the Panthers. I had it from him
to-night that he wants the Panthers to win the pennant this season.
You toss off a game or two to help him and you'll be strong with him
for life. You know he holds this State in his vest pocket."
"Ain't I trying my best?" said Williams. "Clancy won't let me work
often now. He was working me to death until a couple of weeks ago and
now he's always saving me for some other team. I asked him to get in
to-morrow. Maybe I'll work. If I do I'll make good and lose it."
"Here he comes now," said Edwards in a low tone as Baldwin came
pompously into the barroom in search of them. "I'll talk and let you
hear what he wants."
"Ah, here we are," said Baldwin pompously, as he discovered them.
"Order a bottle of wine, Ed, and introduce me to your friend."
He already was well warmed with drink and looser and less cautious in
his conversation than customary.
"Glad to meet you, Williams," he said as Edwards went through the
formalities of introduction. "I've seen you pitch. Had a good season?"
"Fair," said Williams, striving to appear modest. "I've won twenty-six
and lost eleven--some of them tough ones, especially lately."
"Sorry to spoil your record, my boy," said Baldwin patronizingly, "but
you must lose a few more for the interests of all concerned."
"Not so loud, Baldwin," warned Edwards.
"All right, all right," assented Baldwin unvexed. "Let's have another
bottle.
"Now, young fellow," he continued in a low tone when the drink was
served, "you know who I am. I don't forget my friends. That's my
motto. Anyone who does anything that helps me, or helps a friend of
mine"----
He paused to wave his hand indicating that Edwards was the friend.
The man was half drunk and too loose with his talk to please the more
cautious gambler.
"Adonis here is all right," said the gambler suavely. "I don't blame
him for being a little bit cautious. You see, Barney, Adonis wasn't
sure the big men behind the game wanted it to go that way and I don't
blame him. I wanted him to understand how the owners feel."
"I'm wise, I guess," said Williams, warming with the wine. "All I need
is the chance, and I'll make the Panthers win it."
"You understand," Baldwin said pompously, "it won't do at all for
owners to have anything to do with the games; that's the reason I don't
care to have my name mentioned in connection with the Bears or the
Panthers, but in this case it is to all our interests to have the
Panthers win. My boy, I'll take care of you well, if you deliver the
goods."
"You may count on me. We have ten more games to play, and I ought to
work three, maybe four. I can lose two or three and make it a cinch."
"That's the talk," said Baldwin genially. "You know which side your
bread is buttered on."
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