Kennedy dropped into a chair beside the desk, crossing one long leg over the other. Though antagonists on the diamond, in private life the two men were the best of friends, and always enjoyed talking things over in this way whenever they met. “We have,” rejoined the taller man when Brennan had settled himself at the desk again, “won four games straight, which isn’t so bad to start in the season with.” Brennan grinned. “Well, you’re up against a team of real ball players to-day, Ken,” he chuckled. “Doing some stunts with a bunch of has-beens on the firing line. I’ve a sort of hunch that we’re going to break up that streak of luck.” “I should worry,” smiled Kennedy. “I’ve never seen the men in better shape. We’re going to make ’em all take our dust this year.” “Humph!” grunted Brennan. “That remains to be seen. Who you going to dish up for us to knock the stuffing out of――Pete Grist?” “Nope. I’ve got a man I had farmed out to a Southern independent team, with a string attached. He turned out to be a regular bush wonder, so I pulled the string the other day, and yanked him in here to try him out on you. It’s always best to give a youngster something easy to start with.” Brennan laughed. “Say, Ken, that’s sort of funny, though. I was counting on putting in a dark horse myself. He’s a kid I picked up last fall. I’ll guarantee right now that he’ll lick the pants off your Southern wonder.” “If it wasn’t so much like highway robbery, I’d make you back your talk up with cash,” Kennedy returned calmly. “As it is, I’ll have to content myself with a sight of your face after the game.” Brennan was scoffing at Kennedy’s folly in imagining he could take a fall out of the Hornets with a raw busher on the slab, when suddenly he stopped abruptly, frowning. “Say!” he burst out the next moment. “Did a fellow named Locke come around for a job within the last month? I meant to drop you a line about him, but I’ll be hanged if I didn’t forget it. He’s a southpaw, and I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he applied under another name.” Kennedy shook his head. “No, he didn’t change his name. He couldn’t, seeing as I knew about him before. He blew in the day before we broke camp in Georgia; but I was a bit wary when I found out you’d dropped him that way. He didn’t stay long.” “Well, I’m glad you didn’t get stuck with him,” Brennan exclaimed emphatically. “I’d sort of felt it was my fault if you had, seeing as I forgot to put you wise about him. Believe me, Ken, he isn’t any use, but he shows up good at first. It took me the whole training season to get on to the fact that he’s yellow right through――one of the worst quitters I ever saw. We’re both well rid of him. Say, look at the time! I didn’t think it was so late.” He sprang up as he spoke, and slammed his desk down. Kennedy arose more leisurely, and together they left the office for the dressing rooms of their respective teams. CHAPTER XXXIX