"Neither of us, young man. But we are here to see that they are carried out."
"And suppose I say the hell with you!"
"Then you will be what is known as an outlaw."
"And? So? Jesse James was an outlaw. And he's world-famous."
"True. But he did not pitch in the major leagues."
"He didn't want to," sneered the young star.
"But you do," said the General. Bewildered, Gamesh collapsed into a chair. It wasn't just what he wanted to do, it was all he wanted to do. It was what he was made to do.
"But," he whimpered, "my perfect record."
"The umpire, in case it hasn't occurred to you, has a record too. A record," the General informed him, "that must remain untainted by charges of favoritism or falsification. Otherwise there would not even be major league baseball contests in which young men like yourself could excel."
"But there ain't no young men like myself," Gamesh whined—"There's me, and that's it."