“Wait a minute,” said Sam. “Where’s Steve going to play?”
“Put me in the outfield,” said Steve. “I can catch a fly fairly well, but that’s about the limit of my abilities.”
“I’ve seen you run bases quite a bit,” said Mr. Gifford drily.
“You wouldn’t want to play second?” asked Sam.
Steve looked alarmed. “Great Scott, no!”
“All right. Only I’d like mighty well to have a chap on second who could handle throws from the plate. Ed Thursby’s a good fielder, but he’s weak at covering the bag on a steal.”
“Why don’t you try it, Steve?” asked Mr. Gifford. “We’ve got a dozen fellows who can play in the outfield.”
“Well, if you like,” replied the other doubtfully. “Maybe I can get the hang of it after a few days.”
“Good. Now, first baseman: Sawyer?”
“I suppose so,” agreed Sam.