"Who, Matson?"
"Um," said the manager of the Cardinals.
"Um," responded the manager of the Giants, laughing.
St. Louis did get one game of a double-header, and Joe, whose arm was in perfect trim again, pitched. It was while he was on the mound that a certain man, reputed to be a scout for the Giants, was observed to be taking a place where he could watch the young pitcher to advantage.
"Up to your old tricks; eh, Jack?" asked a man connected with the management of the Cardinals. "Who are you scouting for now?"
"Well, that little shortstop of yours looks pretty good to me," was the drawling answer. "What you s'pose you'll be asking for him."
"He's not for sale. Now if you mentioned the centre fielder, Jack——"
"Nothing doing. I've got one I'll sell you cheap."
"I don't suppose you want to make an offer for Matson; do you?" asked the Cardinal man with a slow wink.
"Oh, no, we've got all the pitchers we can use," the Giant scout responded quickly. It is thus that their kind endeavor to deceive one another.