Lefty Locke gave the man a look of surprise. The soft, bright moonlight was shining full on Weegman's face, and he was chuckling. He was always chuckling or laughing outright, and Locke had grown tired of it. It was monotonous. "What do you mean?" the pitcher asked. "Tinware for Kennedy! I don't believe I get you."…
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