"He hasn't jumped; he hasn't had the nerve," sneered Weegman, snapping his fingers. "Instead, he's been howling for a contract. You'd find him waiting if you didn't sign him until the first of April." For just a flicker he had actually seemed to betray annoyance because Pink Dillon had not followed the example of the deserters, but he ended with a laugh. "It seems to me," said the new manager, "that I'd better get busy and try to save the pieces. The men who haven't jumped should be signed up without delay." "Of course," agreed Weegman blandly. "You must send out the contracts. Unluckily, I haven't any blanks with me, but I'll see that you are furnished with them to-morrow." "Every day counts, perhaps every hour; by to-morrow we may lose another good man, or more." "Not much danger, and you don't want to make the mistake of getting into a panic and trying to do things in too much of a hurry. We've been farming some clever youngsters, more than enough to make up a team; but you should consult with Kennedy about them, and take only the right ones. You'll have the most trouble getting hold of pitchers." "Youngsters," said Locke, "are all right; but do you mean to suggest that we should stop the gaps wholly with men who lack Big League experience? You know how much show that sort of a team would have in the race. We've got to make some deals that will give us some players who have ripened. It'll cost money, too." "Right there," said Weegman, "is where you're going to need the check-rein. Charles Collier won't stand for needless extravagance in that line, I know, and I shall not countenance the purchasing of high-priced men." The blood rose into Lefty's face; he tingled to tell the rascal something, but again a warning flicker of Kennedy's left eye restrained him. "There are lots of good youngsters coming on," said the veteran soothingly. "There were three or four I could have used last season if I'd had room for them. We'll run over the list and see how they'll fit in." For another hour they continued in conclave, and a dozen times Weegman took occasion to impress upon Locke that he should do nothing definite without receiving Weegman's approval. When he seemed to feel that he had driven this into the new manager's head, he excused himself on the pretext of attending to a pressing matter, and departed, leaving old Jack and Lefty together. Kennedy quietly locked the door. Lefty jumped to his feet and began pacing the floor like a caged tiger. "Never had such a job to keep my hands off a man!" he raged. "Only for you, I'd--"