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Out on the field next morning Lefty Locke threw himself heart and soul into his work. He was conscious that Manager Brennan was watching his efforts with the eyes of a lynx, and though that made him slightly nervous at first, it presently came to have the opposite effect, stimulating him to greater endeavor.
"Kid ain't doing bad to-day," drawled Buck Fargo critically to Jack Stillman, sitting beside him on the bench. "He certainly was rotten in the game, though. I wonder what ailed him? Don't seem like one glass of beer would knock a fellow out like that."