At short Williamson was right in his element and in spite of his size he could cover as much ground in that position as any man that I have ever seen.
While his throwing was of the rifle-shot order, it was yet easy to catch, as it seemed to come light to your hands, and this was also true of the balls thrown by Pfeffer and Burns, both of whom were very accurate in that line.

Of the merits of Williamson and Burns as ball players I have already spoken in another chapter.
Fred Pfeffer, who came from Louisville, Ky., was a ball-player from the ground up, and as good a second baseman as there was in the profession, the only thing that I ever found to criticize in his play being a tendency to pose for the benefit of the occupants of the grand stand.

He was a brilliant player, however, and as good a man in this position according to my estimate as any that ever held down the second bag.

He was a high-salaried player and one that earned every cent that he received, being a hard worker and always to be relied upon.

He was a neat dresser, and while not a teetotaler, never drank any more than he knew how to take care of.