house and I'll take you down and introduce you.—Then you can strike Moore for a berth. But I warn you—he's a tough baby. You got to watch your step and stick on the job if you're going to drive a taxi for that guy."
Speedy was elated.
"If I land the job I'll make good," he declared. "I've got to." A sudden thought struck him. "Say, Danny, there ought to be a lot of business in the next few days driving people up to the World's Series games at the Yankee Stadium, hadn't there?"
"You betcha," said Danny. "I expect to make a lot of dough. I'm going to hang out up around Times Square and pick the sports up."
"Do you ever run across any of the baseball players when you're cruising around?" Speedy inquired.
"Well, not often. Once I was up at the Stadium waiting for a guy who had told me to pick him up after the game and Gehrig and Shocker came tearing out and leaped into the cab before I could stop 'em. 'Drive like the dickens to the Pennsylvania Station,' they said, 'and don't see no traffic signs. We got to make a train for St. Louis.' I tried to tell them I had to wait for a guy. But they wouldn't listen. Shocker threatened to crown me if I didn't get goin'. Gehrig was gentler; he passed me a buck note and said he would make it five if I got them to the train on time. So I says, 'Let's go, gents' and stepped on her.
"I tore through the Bronx at forty-five knots an hour and down Fifth Avenue. Four cops stopped
