“Yes, Mr. Farrel sent me over here to see Mr. Milburn.”
“So Chris is at it again, eh?” The red-haired one eyed Wayne with more interest as he waited for the ball to come back. “Where’d he find you, kid?”
“Medfield, sir.”
“Medfield? Have they got a club there? What league’s that? The Nile Valley?”
“It’s just an amateur club,” replied Wayne. “It isn’t in any league.”
“Oh, that’s it, eh? Well, say, Chris is catching ’em young, ain’t he? What was you doing when he caught you?”
“I played second on the Chenango team and——”
“On the what?”
“On the Chenango team, sir.”