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I'd studied the thing pretty careful, but hadn't come to no conclusion. I was sure he wasn't no stew, because none o' the boys had ever saw him even take a glass o' beer, and I couldn't never detect the odor o' booze on him. And if he'd been a dope I'd of knew about it -- roomin' with him.
There wouldn't of been no mystery about it if he'd been a left-hand pitcher -- but he wasn't. He wasn't nothin' but a whale of a hitter and he throwed with his right arm. He hit left-handed, o' course; but so did Saier and Brid and Schulte and me, and John himself; and none of us was violent. I guessed he must of been just a plain nut and li'ble to break out any time.