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The Redheaded Outfield by Zane Grey
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``It's all off now. Let the dinged rube take his
medicine,'' growled Spears.

``Don't take him out,'' said Raddy. ``He's not
shown at all what's in him. The blamed hayseed
is up in the air. He's crazy. He doesn't
know what he's doing. I tell you, Con, he may be
scared to death, but he's dead in earnest.''

Suddenly I recalled the advice of the pleasant
old fellow at Rickettsville.

``Spears, you're the captain,'' I said, sharply.
``Go after the rube. Wake him up. Tell him he
can't pitch. Call him `Pogie!' That's a name
that stirs him up.''

``Well, I'll be dinged! He looks it,'' replied
Spears. ``Here, Rube, get off the bench. Come
here.''

Rube lurched toward us. He seemed to be
walking in his sleep. His breast was laboring and
he was dripping with sweat.

``Who ever told you that you could pitch?''
asked Spears genially. He was master at baseball
ridicule. I had never yet seen the youngster who
could stand his badinage. He said a few things,
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