“Talk about Frank Merriwell’s double-shoot! Why, here’s a man who can pitch all around Merriwell!”
CHAPTER XIV.
THE JAY’S FRIENDS.
Now the manager of the St. Paul team got hold of the jay and offered him all kinds of inducements to finish the season with St. Paul. But the strange fellow shook his head and said:
“Thankee kindly, mister, but I’m playin’ ball fer my health. I’ve got more’n seventeen dollars ready money on hand, an’ I don’t need no more.”
“You must be crazy!” exclaimed the manager. “I’ll give you three hundred dollars a month.”
“Go ’way! Object ain’t no money to me, as a friend of mine would say.”
“Why, confound you!” spluttered the manager; “I’ll make it a hundred dollars a week and all expenses!”
“You’re wastin’ your breath, mister; a thousan’ dollars a week wouldn’t hire me.”