“Can you do that every time, stranger?” inquired the substitute outfielder. “’Cause, if you can, you’d better strike the boss for a job!”
After a while Fawcett, Briggs, and Leary went in to take their turns at the net and a new trio came out to field. One was “Sailor” O’Neill, the left fielder, and “Sailor,” sauntering out toward Wayne, observed him curiously.
“Where’d you come from, kid?” he asked.
“Medfield,” replied Wayne.
“Steve signed you on, has he?”
“Not yet.”
“Is he going to? Are you the fellow ‘Red’ was telling me about?”
“I reckon so,” was the answer. “Mr. Farrel sent me here for a try-out, but Mr. Milburn says he don’t need me.”
“Huh! One of Chris’ finds, eh? Well, he picks a good ’un now and then; about once in three years. Keep after him, kid. He’ll come across all right.”