"What do you mean?"
"Just this. How much chance do you think you'd have to win if our men knew your battery signals?"
"Not much, of course, but the thing is impossible!"
"Is it?" asked the other, quietly. "Not so impossible as you suppose. I have just received an offer to have the signals disclosed to me before the game to-morrow."
"By whom?" cried Manager Watson. "If any of my players is trying to throw the team——"
"Go easy," advised the other with a smile. "It's nothing like that. The offer came from a man, who, I understand, tried unsuccessfully to become a member of the Cardinals."
"Not Shalleg!"
"That's who it was."
"Where can I get him?" asked Mr. Watson, eagerly. "He's wanted on a good deal more serious charge than that. Where can I get him?"
"I thought you might want to see him," said the Chicago manager, "so I put him off. I've made an appointment with him——"