“Mean?” snorted Joe. “It means a stab in the back. It means that those skunks are trying to do by lying what they couldn’t do by bribery. It means that while we’re thousands of miles away they are trying to gull the public and get other ball players to jump their contracts by a barefaced lie like this. I wish I had hold of the 201 fellow who’s doing this—I’d make him sweat for it!”
“Of course it’s a lie,” assented Jim, “and a lie out of whole cloth. But what beats me is why they should do it? It’s bound to be a boomerang.”
They sat down side by side and read the paper together, and the more they read the more bewildered they became.
For the story was circumstantial. It went into minute details. It embraced interviews with the backers of the new league, who confirmed it without hesitation. One of the paragraphs read as follows:
“Nothing in years has created such a sensation in the world of sport as the news just made public that Matson, the star pitcher of the Giants, had jumped the fold and landed in the All-Star League. It was known that overtures were made to this great pitcher at the end of his last season, when his magnificent work created a record in the National League that will probably never be surpassed. It was understood, however, that these offers, though coupled with a tremendous bonus and salary, had been definitely rejected. For that reason the news that he has reconsidered and jumped to the All-Stars comes like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. The major leaguers are 202 in consternation, while the new league naturally is jubilant at this acquisition to their ranks. Matson is a popular idol among his fellow players and it is believed that many stars who have been wavering in their allegiance to the old leagues will follow his example.”
The rest of the page was devoted to a recital of Joe’s achievements in pitching the Giants to the Championship of the National League and, later, to the Championship of the World.
The two friends stared at each other in amazement and rage, and just then McRae and Robbie, together with a group of other players, came hurrying up, holding other papers which, though in different words, told substantially the same story.
There was a babel of excited questions and exclamations, and Joe felt a sharp pang go through him, as for the first time in his experience with the manager of the Giants, he saw in McRae’s eyes a shadow of distrust.
“Isn’t this the limit?” asked McRae, as he crushed the paper in his hand, threw it to the floor and trampled on it in disgust and anger.
“It sure is,” replied Joe. “I’ve had lies told about me before but never one that touched me on the raw like this.” 203