“Fired you? Why, you were one of our best players. You really knew more
baseball than any one else on the team. You were valuable.”
“Even if I could play better baseball than Hans Wagner himself, I was a
bad man to have on the team, for I was trying to create insubordination,
distrust and a disbelief in your ability as captain.”
“I—I knew Shultz was ready to kick against my authority at any
provocation,” said Nelson, bewildered; “but you always seemed so decent
and——”
“Shultz!” exploded Osgood. “Why, he was simply carrying out my scheme. I
let him think it was mainly his idea, but all the time it was mine. I
fooled him, just the same as I did the others. When I perceived that you
did not trust me, and when I became convinced that you thought me
something of a fraud, I was bitterly determined to down you. I set about
ingratiating myself into the good will and esteem of certain fellows on
the team—certain fellows I felt confident I could sway to my will. Never
mind who they are, Nelson, for they weren’t wise to the depth of my
game. Still, I knew I was getting them, one by one, just where I wanted
them. I knew that in time, when I should be ready to make a split on the
nine, I could swing them to my side and carry the majority of the
players with me. That was my object, Nelson. I intended to make trouble
on the team, break it up under your leadership, and then suggest
reorganization, with the purpose of being chosen captain in your place.”
Nelson leaped to his feet. “Why, you miserable scoundrel!” he cried
furiously. “So that’s what you were up to! I did smell a rat. I did
think you were up to something underhanded. So that was it, eh? You’re a
scrapper; you can box, they say. Take off your coat!”
Osgood made no move to rise. “We’re not going to fight,” he asserted
calmly. “Did you think I was telling you this in order to provoke a
fight?”
“I can’t understand why under heaven you told me, anyhow.”
“Simply because I was determined to relieve myself of some of the load
I’ve been carrying. Simply because in the last few hours I’ve come to
see the full meaning of my dirty scheming. Oh, I don’t suppose you
believe me, but that’s the reason—anyhow, it’s a part of the reason. And
I’m done with it all, no matter what may happen to me to-morrow.”
His breast heaving, his hands clenched, Nelson continued to stand
glaring down at the calm, abject fellow before him. And there was
something so genuinely abject in Osgood’s appearance that gradually Jack
felt his rage oozing away and leaving him.
“Sit down,” invited Ned once more. “I’m not half through. As long as
I’ve begun on this thing, and said so much, I’m going to tell you more,
although it’s likely you’ll hold me henceforth in the most complete
contempt. You spoke of Shultz a moment ago. Do you know he’s not the
sort of fellow with whom I can have any real natural bond of sympathy?”
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