Frazer finished his soup. “I won’t sell you Keeper,” he said; “but I’ll trade him. I need a center fielder in the place of Courtney, who’s retired. I’ll trade Keeper for Herman Brock.”
At first Locke had no relish for a trade that would add to the Blue Stockings infield at the expense of the outfield, even though in his secret heart he knew Brock had during last season shown vague symptoms of slowing down. Then he remembered the list of reserves given him by Kennedy, on which there was one fast, hard-hitting youngster who had been sent back to the Western Canada League, and had made a brilliant record covering the middle garden for Medicine Hat.
“I don’t want to trade, I want to buy,” he persisted. Then, as if struck by second thought: “I’ll tell you what I will do; I’ll give you Brock for two men. That’ll help. We need a catcher. After King broke his leg you found a great catcher in Darrow. I’ll trade you Brock for Keeper and King.”
“Brick King!” exploded Frazer indignantly. “What do you take me for?”
“A business man. You’ve got three first-string catchers now; two are all you need. You don’t even know that King’s leg is all right. I’m willing to take a chance on him. Brock batted over three hundred last season. He’s the hitter you need to fill that vacancy.”
“Not Brick King,” said the manager of the Wolves. “If I didn’t use him behind the bat for the whole season, he’s a fancy pinch hitter. You’ve gotter have pitchers. How about O’Brien?”
But Locke knew that Chick O’Brien, the veteran, had cracked already. Even though on hot days, when he could get his wing to work, he showed flashes of his former brilliant form, and had, under such conditions, last year pitched three shut-out games for the Wolves, Chick’s record for the season showed a balance on the wrong side. The southpaw held out for King. Frazer offered one of the second-string catchers. Lefty waved the offer aside.
“Hang it!” snapped Frazer. “Give me Brock and ten thousand dollars, and you may have Keeper and King.”
“You don’t want much!” laughed Locke. “I’ll give you Brock and five thousand.”
All the way through to the dessert they dickered and bargained. Frazer wanted Brock, and wanted him bad. Sympathetic though he might feel toward Lefty, he never permitted sympathy to interfere with business. Brock was the man to fill the position left vacant by Bob Courtney, and he was sure the Wolves would not be weakened by the loss of Keeper. But Brick King–“What salary are you paying King?” Lefty suddenly asked.