o was standing in the crowd that fringed the
diamond, interestedly watching the players at practice. He recognized him
as a famous wrestler who had taken part in a bout at a performance the
night before and who had thrown his opponents with ease.

"Some muscles on that fellow," Joe remarked to Jim.

"Biggest Chink I ever saw," replied Jim, "and not a bit of it is fat
either. He'd make a dandy highbinder. You saw what he did to the Terrible
Turk in that match last night. He just played with him. And the Turk was
no slouch either."

"Look at those arms," joined in Larry, gazing with admiration at the
swelling biceps of the wrestler. "What a slugger he'd make if he knew how
to play ball. He'd break all the fences in the league."

"He sure would kill the ball if he ever caught it on the end of his bat,"
declared Red Curry.

"I've half a mind to give him a chance," laughed Joe.

"Go ahead," grinned Larry. "I'd like to see him break his back reaching
for one of your curves."

"He might land on it at that," replied Joe. "A wrestler has to have an eye
like a hawk."

He beckoned to the wrestler, who came toward him at once with a smile on
his keen but good-natured face.

"Want to hit the ball?" asked Joe, piecing out his question by going
through the motions of swinging a bat that he picked up.

The wrestler "caught on" at once, and the smile on his face broadened into
a grin as he nodded his head understandingly.

"Me tly," he said in the "pidgin English" he had picked up in his travels,
and reached out his hand for the bat.

"Have a heart, Joe," laughed Larry. "Don't show the poor gink up before
the crowd. At any rate let me show him how it's done."

"All right," responded Joe. "You lead off and he can follow."

Larry took up his position at the plate and motioned to the wrestler to
watch him. The latter nodded and followed every motion.

Joe put over a swift high one that Larry swung at and missed. He "bit"
again at an outcurve with no better result.

"Look out, Larry," chaffed Jim, "or it's you that will be shown up instead
of the Chink."

A little nettled, Larry caught the next one full and square and it sailed
far out into right field.

"There," he said complacently, as he handed the bat to the wrestler,
"that's the way it's done."

The latter went awkwardly to the plate and a laugh ran through the crowd
at the unusual sight.

Joe lobbed one over and the Chinaman swung listlessly a foot below the