"Kewpie? Sure, all except his size. That's not normal. By the way, he was looking for you, Polly said. Matter of life or death."
"Huh, I know what he wants. He's got it into that crazy head of his that he can pitch, and he wants me to give him a try-out. I sort of half promised I would."
"Mean he wants to pitch for the nine?" asked Ned incredulously.
"Well, he wants to get on the squad, anyway. Thinks that if I tell Mr. Mulford he's sort of good, Pinky will take him on."
"Would he?"
Laurie shrugged. "I don't believe. Mulford warned the fellows two weeks back that if they didn't report for indoor work he didn't want them later. And he generally keeps his word, Pinky does."
"Why didn't Kewpie think of it before?" asked Ned.
"Search me, old dear. What's troubling me is that he's thought of it now. He's been pestering the life out of me for a week."
"What's he want you to look him over for? Why doesn't he ask Cas Bennett or some
