"A little in every game lately. I pitched four innings against the Jacksonville Reds and five against the Cuban Giants. We've lost only one game thus far, and that was our second one. The eccentric manager and owner of the Wind Jammers, who calls himself Cap'n Wiley, threatens to take a heavy fall out of us. He has a deaf-mute pitcher, Mysterious Jones, who, he claims, is as good as Walter Johnson." Weegman laughed derisively. "There's no pitcher as good as Johnson anywhere, much less traveling around with a bunch of hippodromers and bushwhackers. But about your arm--is it all right?" "I hope to win as many games with it this year as I did last." "Well, the team's going to need pitchers. The loss of Orth is bound to be felt, and if Dillon jumps--Look here, Locke, we've got to get busy and dig up two or three twirlers, one of top-notch caliber." "We!" "Yes, you and I. Of course we can't expect to get a first-stringer out of the bushes; that happens only once in a dog's age. But perhaps Kennedy has some good youngsters up his sleeve. You should know about that. I'm wise that he has consulted you regularly. He's sought your advice, and listened to it; so, in a way, you've had considerable to do with the management of the team. You say you've corresponded with him right along. You ought to know all about his plans. That's one reason why I came to figure on you as the man to fill his place." "I wondered," murmured Locke. "That's one reason. For another thing, you've got modesty as well as sense. You don't think you know it all. You're not set in your ways, and probably you'd listen to advice and counsel. Old Jack is hard-headed and stiff; when he makes up his mind there's no turning him. He takes the bit in his teeth, and he wants full swing. He's always seemed to feel himself bigger than the owners. He's butted up against Mr. Collier several times, and Collier's always had to give in." "As I understand it," said Lefty smoothly, "you think the manager should be a man with few fixed opinions and no set and rigid policy." "In a way, that's something like it," admitted Weegman. "He mustn't go and do things wholly on his own initiative and without consulting anybody, especially those who have a right to say something about the running of the team. Mr. Collier has placed me in a position that makes it imperative that I should keep my fingers on the pulse of things. I couldn't conscientiously discharge my duty unless I did so. I know I could never get along with Kennedy. The manager must work with me; we'll work together. Of course, in most respects he'll be permitted to do about as he pleases as long as he seems to be delivering the goods; but it must be understood that I have the right to veto, as well as the right to direct, policies and deals. With that understanding to start with, we'll get along swimmingly." He finished with a laugh.