"I know. I asked you about it once when I discovered what ailed Langridge. You remember what you said?"
"Yes, and I almost wish I'd told you to go and tell. The team would be better off now, even if it was against tradition and ethics and all that rot. It makes me sick! Here we are to go up against a hard proposition to-morrow and every other fellow on the team is as fit as a fiddle except Langridge. He seems to think it's a joke."
"What do the other fellows say?"
"Well, they don't know as much about him as you and I do. But they are grumbling because Langridge doesn't put enough ginger into his work."
"What about Mr. Lighton?"
"I don't know. Sometimes I think he suspects and then again I'm not sure. If he really knew what Langridge was doing, I don't believe he'd let him pitch. But you know Langridge has plenty of money and he hasn't any one like a father or mother to keep tabs on him, so he does as he pleases. He's practically supported the team this year, for we haven't made much money. I suppose that's why Kindlings stands for him as he does. Maybe that's why Mr. Lighton doesn't send him to the bench. Langridge's money will do a great deal."
"Oh, I shouldn't like to think that because of it
