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Jack Lightfoot in the woods, or, Taking the hermit trout of Simm's Hole

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JAK U 6HTfDDT IN THE woons I artTAKING THE HER MITTRDU T OF-51M MS'-NDLE : / -

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Publ.shers' Note "Teach tbe Amerlc:aa boy how to lleaom!ll ... athJete, aad Jay the fouadatlott for Conlltltauoa rreater tb8ll that of tbe United .States. "-Wise say ings from "Tip Top." There hu never beea a time when the boys ol this gteat country took 10 keen an Interest Ia all manly and health&"lvlng sports u they do to-day. As proof of tbls witness the rec:ordbreak)ng throags. that attend college struggles on tbe gridiron, a1 well as athletic aad bueball games, and other testl of eaduraac:e and skill. In a multitude of other c:haaae ls this love for t h e "life strenuous" Ia making Itself manifest, so tbat, aa a nation, we are rapidly to the front u seeketll of honest aport Jtec:ognlzing this "baadwrltlag on the wall," we have co n cluded tbat the time baa arrived to give this vaat army of young entilllslasta a publication devoted exclusively to invigorating outdoor life. We feel we are fustifled Ia aotlc:lpetlag a warm response from our sturdy Amerlc:ea IIOys, who laro sure to revel In tbe stirring phases of sport aad adventure, through whlch our c:banu:ters pas from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIB ARY Issued Weekly. B y Subscriptio n lz.so per year. Entered ar:c(}1!"ding io Act D.f Congress in tAe year IQOf, in tM Of/I ce of tlut Li!WtVian of Co,.gress, W ashi ngton D C., T H E WINNER L IBRARY Co., ill .D-ne St New Yor 4, N. No. s NEW YORK, March I I, 1905. Price Five Cents. ACK LI6HTFOOT IN THE WOODS; OR,. Taking the Hermit Trout of Simm's Hole. Bv MAURICE STEVENS. CH:>\RACTERS IN THIS STORY. J ac k Lightfo o t the best all-round athlete i n Cranfordo'ibr vicinity, a lad eye, clean of speech, and, after he had "Con q11ered a few of his fau rt s p ossessed of a facult y for doiiIT tkin!Tswhile o thers were talking, tha t by degrees caused him to be looked upo n as the natural leader in all the sports Yo.ung America delights ina boy who in l earning to conquer himself put the power into his h a nds to prest victory from others. Tom lI ghtfoot, Jack's cousin and sometimes his rival; though their striving for the masterv was a l ways of the frfendly, generous k i n d Tom was called the ''Book Worm" by h i s "fellows, on ac count of hjg for studying such secrets of n a t u r e as practical observer s have 'discovered and published; so tllat he. possessed a tund of general knowledge calculated t o prove useful w hen his wa.ndering spirit took him abroad into strange l ands. Ned Ske e n of impulsive, nervous temperament, of who followed the newcomer, Birkett, being dazzl ed by the dash of. his manner, and the free.way in which he flung money Not Kim b all, an undersized fellow, whose hobby wall tbEi Qtudy of and who had a dread of gertns j..afe Lampton a bi,><, h \tlking chap, with a n elre r1)resent craving "'f something to eat Lafe always hac\ his aP.p e d t e along, an_d p roved a stan c h friend of our hero }hln. ., Brewster, a brawny lad, whom Kitnball tried lils ']1\P wi t h p oo r resu l t s .Saul Messenger, one of cro11ies, a n d calleQ.eat by appearing S a g host. CHAPTER I T ll E .ll A U N T E D G Y M Whack, cra ck l whack, crack I B a ng! Thump! Lubb rn b bl ub These were the s6unds that came from the gym n a sium aver the o ld c a rri a ge s hop. and cause d Jack L i ghtf oot oand the boys with him to jump for: the d oo rway, fQt the ptJ.rp os e of in v e s t j g a ting. "!fowling mackere 1s!" Ned Skeen .gas p e d as the sounds c6ntinued 1' Hear that? E ven lazy :Uife L ampt on was run. It's get ting worse." stir. red into a q_Uick The boys had near the gym, 0'11-their. way to it:t for, a the high-school a thletic dub .\V3_3. to thC!te n ig ht.

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2 ALL-SPORTS l!JBRARY. Th.ey h;d expected to light the"lamps.a11d get the fire to going well in the big that everything .,. would be comfortable when the other members at '. d. Thump.'! Crack! Blub-rub-bub'_l Whang, thul!lp I "Jimitty 11 : JJaid Lafe. 1'Soinebody's g0t in tlrere smashing everything up for \ w .as the of all. They kr;tew they had some eaemies in Cranford ; and these evil wishers, "rather than of their rivals of the CratRol-d Academy club. Then tl)e boys raced for the stairs that led upper floor. Before they gl\ined the stairway the sound& ceaseg. of you," Jack commanded. mat to get out by the windows and. jump fron'i #Je shed roof.: Bill Brewster and Nat Kimball tttrned back, fairly falling on himself as sttuggled to get too dcior quickly. Jack mounted lightly to the top floor, Skeen and Lafe. at his heels. Y et there w.ere some members the academy orT.he gym was still dark-so dark that when ganization who were n:ea.n enough, they helie..ved, to the door1 at the head of the stairi and' "that v,ery thing-smash up the in thehigh'thrown it open.they could not.even see the f S(:hool ''> :fua,Y' be ,_;veil to explain to any who haye 'tKe stories in f.his {!eri.es that the-gymnasi11m1 of here high-school gym, belong high scho<;>l in any proper sense, but to the club 1'. of young whose and leade_! was Jack Lightfoot. The dugroom ari.d gym the uppe_r, floor of an old abandoned carriage shop, and wa.S given, The stood th'ere a moment, breathin g hard and There was not a sound, other than what they themselves. "LOdk lively oot there; dQn't let him get off roofr Jack shouted this tQ the boys outside. Then, trembling he struck a rt'ttlt free, to the boys by Norwell StrawiJ3 proprieto r One Qf Used in lighting {>f Strawn's, dry-goods sf6re, whose daughter, Kate.! a by: the door, and when the flame of had been savect from drowning by Jack Lightfoot a t a match rc:7ealed he lit the lamp. ,ti.J;ne-. skated into a hole .in the ice o Cran f};rd Lake. MWow the scaril_p tearing the ;'!)aid Bob J3rewster, ilie red-haired giant ol. :;, _rJ.i .' my \.lt;t him I'll tWist p?ste httn. 'for that, fellows I" cried Ned ,J, .,. ,) Skeen. Jack Lightf9ot had done running tha:n talki ng, the ddo"t fi.rst. > isn't in. betel'' said Skeen, .and turned tQ S<;<;nd the stairs, ,in order to watch from the out:stctt In doing _!)O he fell I,.al the ihe. bringing up-at the."bottom with a bones ?" Jack qu.erie.d. "N;no.; I'm all-right!,. WitW.ense -o relief they heard hiin leap UPI One of the lJOjs-outside, having heard that cia bounding threugh doorway. 1 Stay 'ou'tside.l'' /bellowed at him. "l He fitted the quickly t:o the lOCk anr thjnk JWs m : tJ.le gym." "TheA Jre's on the roof," Bre\Vster was heard ta

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. r ALL-SPORTS dai""e. "He hasn't got 6ft bf it, fot we!ve be watch 11'1 mg.. Ja<;k advaAced into the ti)e lamp before him, and was ,..Lafe vVhen he had proccreded a yard o. two .he .-stopped and looked about, tr;ying to flash light in.te the dark corners. Both Jack and Lafe had a nervous feeiing, that was not fear, as they expected momel;)1arily to see auhor of those Strange sounds bounce out qf so!fie cor er and re.,.p the stairway, or for al window. When nothing of kind happened Jack went on gain, holding up Ute lamp. !hey_ crossed the room, discovering nothing. :', 1N9 one in here!" said Lafe. l'No!" : J body in here, I know it de-2 ) I qlared;r.:when they had gone over the whqleupper floot-three or fouf times. "You't'e rig-Itt; there's ;no one bere.'' "And nobody on the sheq roof." "We couldn't see anyone there/' Lafe whistled. "Jiminy crickets, this ,is, queer r: "Tho queer for anytl\ing," admitted Jack, feeling foolish alild nervous. 4'He must be either or oA the shed roof. or he got. away." I "He might be in the room Lafe suggested. It seemed almost impossible that this could be so; for the 'boys had been almost at the foot of the &tairs "What's become of him ?" befpre the strange whackipg and thumping in the gym /J walked up to a pile of boards, fmm some had ceased. ew gymnastic .apparatus was to be made by, dub Nevertheless, Lafe a lamp, and with this in embers. his hand he_ went and began a He looked behind this; th.en swept his glance round through the old carriage sho.,p. he whole of the room. What surprised hitn as much as anythiri was that Ota thing within the .. !p'ni seemed to been dis urbed. The Indian clubs, dumb-bells, l.eq.ping pad1 hairs, in fact all the movable article$; were in nd not to have been touched. Jack was mystified. Going to the nearest window opening : upon the opf, :he lop ked out the shed -' As followes:J.'him,1 and.al$i>. Jooked out. The night was though stats were shin ng. no on the sh$1, I tpink/ ; said Jack. Then cal1ed to boys below'i You n1u$t have let by rouf' 'Y, .,. '"Not,9b YOW: life we dipn't!" came the answer. p.o here.'' Jad<; went to the wrngow again, and informed the ot' wha, t Lafe was doingl and asked them to still keep a shar:p lookout. By .and b)( he __Jyent down intq room, his latnp, but leaving aftother one lighted in the gympasit1ffi. boys outside were iri a state suspense ..... a.nd mystified cudosity. It seemed to them that any-.. thing might happen novr. On the floor were stored some old buggies, wagons and carriagt\s1 witb tires) splintered wheels, and the like. searched all over lbwer by iafe,. and did ttot stop until it was certain no one ;ai htding there Jhen he 'fent to the door. ''WeU., this is a There !sWt a soulupstair5 nor down. There's no other place that chap

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4 AltL-SPORTS .LIBRARY. could have gone to; so he must have slipped out upon the shed roof. I'm going up to the gym and climb out on that roof. If he's there I'll find him." "Look out that he don't tackle you and pitch you off," Skeen warned. "He must be on that roof,'' said Jack, "unless you let him hop down and skip out here right under your noses." "Not so much as a mouse hopped down 'here !" Nat Kimball asserted. Jack went again into the gymnasium and climbed out on the shed roof. He took with him a lantern, not willing to trust his sight in that poor tight; and with this mean.s of illumi nation, he searched the shed roof from one end to the other. "Nothing up here!" he shouted. "Howling rpackerels !" cried Skeen, who was now in a nervous fever. Jack retraced his way to the gym, and closed the window. Then he went downstairs again. "Fellows," he and his tone was serious, "where did that chap go? It's a riddle, and I'm not good at guessing." Even yet the boys were not willing to believe that the person, who had invaded the gym and made all that noise, could have escaped from the building; and they proposed a further search .. Other members of the club began to arrive, and they joined in this search when they heard the and startling story. Arlo Kilfoyle gave voice to what some of the others were beginning to think, when he said: "It looks to me as if the old place must be haunted !" "Haunted, your granny!" cried Nat Kimball. "Well, you believe in things M queer as that !" "What? Tell me what?" for: instance." "Well, that's science and common sense. Everybody knows there are germs, and a lot of them; but whoever saw a ghost?" "Whoever saw a germ?" "They can't be of course, without a micro-" "An? ghosts can't be seen unless you're in a propetJ condition to see them!" Jack Lightfoot laughed. "We must have been tn proper condition to head them tO-night !" "That's just it; you were!" "All of us?" "Every one of you." Jack laughed again, for Kilfoyle seemed to be m sober earnest. "Oh, that's all tot!" said Lafe Lampton. He took out an apple, which he split open with hi hands, intending to give .-half to the! boy who sat nex to him. Then everyone laughed, when they saw the halves of the apple. "That's rot, all right:-that apple!" cried Skeen. Lafe opened the door of the stove, in which a [;,:_ was now roaring, and tossed the totten apple into it. "It's all rot about ghosts." Upstairs and downstairs, on the shed roof, under "Well, then, Smarty, you explain what made th o s and in the otd buggies and carriages, the club members noises!" said Kilfoyle. "There was some one in her looked. according to your own story; but when you came h When at length they gave it up as hopeless, and y asn't in here, and he had no chance to get out." gathered in the gymnasium, with nearly every merrtKilfoyle looked round; and then almost fell out of her present now, some of them had passed from aston ishment to ,superstition. his chair, as a strange sound seemed to come from th floor beneath him.

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ALL-SPORtS LIBRARY. 5 It was like a groan. "Sa..y," cried Nat Kimball, anxiously and almost ngrily, '!.if any of you fellows have been practicing up n ventriloquism and are trying it here I don't think t' s smart of you." All declared their innocence. Nat happened to think of ventriloquism, because, in ddition to his jiu-jitsu studies, he had been poring over some pamphlets that professed to explain the ethods of the ventriloquist. All sat listening, Kilfoyle with his eyes wide open in glassy stare of fright. Nothing more was heard, however. Kilfoyle got up. "I'm going home," he said. "You fellows can stay ere -as long \ as you please." He arose and beat a retreat to the stair'Way, and then rew back when he observed that the lower floor was nlighted. Taking a lamp, he descended with it; and, leaving carriage shop had been visited, except by the dub members, and not a thing could be discovered that would give the slightest clew to what appeared to be an impenetrable mystery. And, as a result, fhore than one aged woman and man in Cranford stood ready to declare that the old earriage shop was haunted; and they told tales of sttange happenings in the shop in days gone by, and especially dilated on 'the fact that the man who belt the sJIOp and ran it at first had fallen into the lake one night and been drowned, and his bodv had never been recovered. A more than a ten-days sensation in Cranford seemed to be promised. CHAPTER U. PRACTICE ON THE DIAMOND. The call of spring was stirring in the blood of the boys of the high-school athletic club, as they gathered it 9n the floor of the lower room, he departed from on the diamond, in the old fair grounds, where the athletic events had been pulied off in the recent tourna he old carriage shop, to tell the story of the strange "manifestations." The other boys remained, talking the thing over seriously But the mystery was not to be solved by talk. When, at a rather late hour for the club, whose members tried to. reach home early after a meeting, they had left the building and were proceeding up the treet, their ears were again assailed by those mysterious noises Whack! bang! Blub-bub-blub! Thump! bang! They ran back as quickly as they could ; and again, while the outside of the shop was guarded, another e;earch was made. This search resulted as before. Nothing could be found, and nothing further was heard. There were ho evidences, the next morning, that the ment. Signs of spring were becoming apparent. The snow was gone, the lake and the rivers were clear of ice, and robins were hopping about in search I of worms, .perking their heads looking wisely at the passeiW-by. Yet, in our changeable climate, winter return with a suddenness that would cause these signs to be forgotten, and the land might be covered again with snow. But the high-school boys did not think this likely; and as they stood about, and the ball was thrown from one to another, while bats were flourished, they began to talk of the trip into the \'loads, which they had planned should take place as soon as the weather was fit. "By hemlock, I know the fish air bitin' I" said Jtibal +

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6 ALL-SPORT LIBRARY. Marlin, spreading his go6d-humorep Yankee ,mouth in a grin. Marlin attended the high school only when felt f (. like it!. :and that made him a very irregular stt(deijt, indeed. et, as 4f could baseball well, .. I eligible for in the higrr"s.chool athletic ..,;, club., fie had been chosen as one of substitu.te plzy-, / -e., and was on the day for.the prac-tice work of the seasc;:m. Ned Skeen slapped a, hand to his cheek. Jube grinned in a pleased way. "We'll put. you _in the outfield," said a thrower." Jube grinned again; and the ball being sent by Bob Brewster, he prqceeded to ''knock th e of W: by lifting a high fly, which Ned Sk without trouble. !:' Skeen howled. "Out e" yelled Lafe Lampton, his mouth apple. "Give him another, Bob," said Jack, as the ''Howling sprittg is ,here, 'fello.ws I thro':Vfl to Brewster, "and let's see if he can land I ol 1} first l'1 "Y eou gj:)t the. fivst bite!" said J ubal. "I aJiow yeou'll make a recprd when 'j{ go .:' -.t t' l'd Qite.'1 .It Lampt'on who spok2, nnd:th!! inevitahle appJe of .his pocket : ,. 1'llow is of apples : .your iolks poughf fail to last?" Ja:r.k Lightfoot ask-eQ, bit into : ,' "Barrel We batrels las\ fall." "And yqu've eaten the 1Wel1, yorl helped." He bh:>ke the ,apple in :tw.d and handed a to ifie boy nearest hitn, then" took. / I bite out of the portion he Md fQ't' .:Br feel strong enough tew knodt thecovef off'n ;that <* this mornitt' I" &aid }1Jba1, swinging bat at an imaginary ball. "Just send it ovet llerf!, fellers, and .'!iee. nie:. paste it." He swung the letJ-\landed. oug-ht 'tO good Jttbe" J >'!>-.);.> <&y\. remarked. Xeft-handed batte V ; advantage over a 1ttght-hqnded is the :()itcher, fiPSt has advan. start from We home, plt.th! ,Mt!;!t l{itting $@ 1batf; afrd if he is ;;. g
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, ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 Jack another. lt came like a bullet, and twisted to the right, arid !lgie up to !fe plate as the rules pradiced m .ore low; others stand away frofn it a,'Httlb. Thete used In adqition to this hr was -:a barn leader, knowing o be a professional player .art. the who hair to get the best, wo* put of those under hitn; arid, e arl y three feet away from the he Wa.s a though he ;s mostboy$ have, he }:Iad reat batter; but he was a remarkable exception." innumer;:tble offset them. He was turning the ball in his hands as he entire time p, the J>oys pot given, how eyer, alk e d, and, looking at Kimball. -:: to practice and the discussion rules and:the fine a ttre}ty goqd P
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I 8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Oh, this talk that the gym is haunted by the ghost of that old fellow who. was drowned, and who first owned the building, is the worst kind of rot!" said Lafe, emphasizing his belief by a wise shake of his head. "Well, I'd just like to meet the guy who is trying to be smart in that way,': was the assertion of fighting Saul Messenger. "We'll watch for him to-night," said Jack. "I've already. spoken to Kennedy, and he's going to keep an eye out down there, to see if he can discover anybody lurking round the building." None of the fellows, not even Arlo Kilfoyle, was willing to believe now that there was anything super natU[al in the they had heard, strange as those noises had been. Daylight had strengthened Kilfoyle's nerves. Ghosts are never seen by daylight, and even the most superstitious feels that he can defy them when the sun is shining brightly over his head. "Still, fellows, the thing was awfully queer!" Nat Kimball asserted. "Howpng mackerels, queer was no name for it!" said Ned Skeen. And everyone there could agree to that. CHAPTER III. A PAIR OF PLOTTERS. Nicholas Flint, dark, sinister of features, with high cheek bones, and black eyes that glittered like those of an Apache, was making his way across lots, some dis tance above the diamond. His way lay between the old fair grounds, where the high-school boys were practicing, and the railway, that ran from east to west through the town of Cran ford. From his higher elevation he could look down into the fair grounds and see the hays, as he had already heard them. As he looked, the black eyes glowed a"nd snapped with hidden fire. Flint did not like Jack Li,ghtfoot. "It will do me good to get a chance to punch th head off of that guy!" he muttered, standit;tg in th open lot and looking down at the pitcher's box, fro which Jack was handing out those practice balls. "H thinks he's too smart for anything! Oh, I'll hamme him!" Flint's particular grievance at this time was Jack had refused to let him substitute on the high-school nine. He did not attend school much, but he fancied tha this should not disqualify him. It did not, in truth, for Jube Marlin, who could no be ca1led a regular school attendant, was on the list o substitutes. What disqualified Nicholas Flint, in Jack's estima tion, was his utter unreliability, his hi quarrelsome disposition, and the fact that, altogethe he was about as unpromising a boy as could be chose for he was no ball player, and likely never could b come one. What Jatk Lightfoot sought for, was good baseba material; while he was glad to have his friends o the nine, if they were good players, he would not eve put a chum on, unless that boy could add strength the nine. l And, certainly, if he would not put on a friend wh was a poor player, he would not use so wretched athlete as Nicholas Flint, just to please him and avoi his anger. "When I get through with him he won't be ab to 1ift his arm above his head, let alone pitch a ball, Flint threatened, mouthing away to himself in his ra as he walked on. "Oh, I'll hammer him!" Then he stopped; for, coming to a little hollo where the sun beat in warmly against a stone, he Sa!

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.. ALL-S,PORT S LIBRARY. 9 Jying there the one boy he was just tnen a n xio u s to see -Bat Arnold. '.'Hello!" said Bat, looking up lazily, for the warm unshine made him feel indolent. Nick Flint glanced quickly around, and then dropped as quickly into the cavity where Bat lay. }'I've been watching the high-school crowd down }here," said Bat; then added, in an i ronical way-"you ought to be on that nine !" Nick did not catch the in this; he thought the .ords were spoken in sober earnest. 1'1 would have been, but for that puppy, Jack Light Bat laughed uoh, I mean it! I wanted to play su b stitute You I ow I can run!" continued Flint. "Oh, you can run, all right!" admitted Bat, laughing gain, when he remembered that he had once seen Nick unning like a sprinter from Kennedy, the night "What are you laughing about? I don't see any ing funny." ''I don't see anything funny-but you I" "Me?" "Yes, it's funny that you should imagine for a min te that lack Lightfoot would letpou sub. He'd never o it. You don't belong in his crowd; you ain't fineired enough. You've got to be swell and away up, u know; a nice little, clean little, honest little boy, to lay with such a darling as Jack Lightfoot!" He spoke with a sneer ; then laughed again, in a way o inake Flint's dark cheeks flush. "J ube Marlin isn't swell, or rich, or away up; and, hen you come to that, Jack's mother hasn't got any oney much, that I ever heard of !" O h well, you can be swell without money. Comb our nair you know and gli!t the girls to o u'rc it, and the ladies to speak sweet things about ou, and you are all right. I know I" There was little d anger that the ladies of Cra n ford, or anyo n e else, w ould be likely to speak in very favor able terms of Bat Arno ld, if he did not mend his. ways and his disposition; but Bat did not think of that. Flint looked down upon the diamond, that flush on his face, and his black eyes snapping. Then he shoved a hand into his pocket. When it came out it held a hundred dollars in green backs. Bat Arnold's eyes rounded, and he stared in amaze ment. He had never seen Flint with so much money, and felt sut.:e he had not come by it honestly. The sight of those bills almost frighte n ed him. "Where did you get that?" he asked, in awe. Flint counted out five ten-dollar bills, and threw them to him "What do you want me to do wita them?" "They're yours." "To keep ?" "Yes, to keep-perhaps." "Where'd you get 'em ; that's what I want to know?'' "Oh, don't look at 'em that way; they're not counterfeit!" "But where did you get 'em Flint' took them again, and held them alluringly in his hands. "How would you like to have this fifty dollars, and fifty more on top of it?" A covetous look came into Bat's eyes, and he thrust out his rotfd, bullet head significantly. "Try me," he said, at length. "What you got up your sleeve?" Flint wadded the bills together. "I know of a feller who'll give that much and more, to have Jack Lightfoot done up." "Killed ?" Bat gasped. "No, of course not." "What's he want done?"

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A LL:SPOltTS 10 HWell, if we thpn;tp the very old ta:t dUt of Lightfoot "That's what l.said, didn't I? For the seasett! I the feller I'm speaking of will be satisfied!' 1'h this chap a he's a man : '!Why don't he do it himself, then ?'11 "That's his business!"' 'here, did somebody gJve yq1:t that money j11st to get you to whip J a9k "He wants him more than whipped ; : he wants him .d'sed ap." "Wha t fori'; 1'That's his business I" .)3at hfnold Io6ked "i1ll bet I know who tlfat man is i'" he '"bid, finally. "I'll bet ybu don't I" "It's Prof. Sandersoh." I
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ALL-SPORTS L I BRARi \ II' "What by' thiit r'J. "That 'i you don' t knoyv. too much, you'll n,_ o t have )ell too much, if ou.r through and :ife <:aught. If anything I'm a <;)thi n g ; I never heard 'Of any i;nqn, nor ghost in the lead his. nine, and your fellows of academy will walk-over. can beat those high-school s crubs, al;ly how t" :)3at .boasted $ee." never saw any money, haven't the sl\ghte$t rlo in the baseball games no wledge of Prof S w .. ow 1 '\ 3 a s t seasod' sim ply join.the Know Nothingsj aud keep my mouth You might be leaky ; ; that's why I'm not t<;> tell_you any moreth_an I've got$o." Bat Arnold did not like this plain speak,ing. ('Can't you Jll. e ? !Sure_; I'm t rusting you, when I stan,d ready to over this fifty do11.ars to HY ou ought to me the thing," Bat mI'll tell you though I t sure I ,could handle Jack Lightioot ,alone I wbuld ri. t h ave to you. I'm to -divide with _yiJ&U to get help; Might'.s well be frank, you know!' > Arnold ro$e .. t o his feet, as if then; ..... un..ug better of it, or longing too much for that he dropped down again. "How's this goin g to be done?' he asked, "Are you ready to go into it with me? I want to that first." He your fellaws out of the box,. iri the next to the last game; and in the last game he simply you out like one-two-three. I was there, I saw it. "Oh, do it again I He s got a nine tbat will ,.,.... ,...... go to pieceS', -right ail right!', Nicholas Flint began to h i s pat ience 'fte stuck_ into his pocket. "All ri ght," h e said If you d on't want that hundred dollars J can find a, fellow whodoes. An\:1 if you say anythil'jg of wbat sai-d to yo\i about it,. w hy, then, you and I wilf mix,, and I'li pound -yolJr face off.;, Bat Arnold chewed hard on the g r a ss b lade', and ignored t hi s. He wanted that hundred "You haven't told me how this thing i s to be done?" he reminded. tell you. Lightfoot and his friends are "You haven't an.y cause to like Jack Lightfoot any going on 3:n outing'-l_nto the wood s, down b y Simm' s Hole. We'll .lay fot him dow n there." H e s done you mean, i:ts he as me. He thinks s away above your -and looks ""' d own on yotl; you're no better than the djrt u1;1der his eet, to him_;, He was appealing now 1t9;, the ba?er. ffelings of the oy h e was try ing to overper.suade. didn't trea t me bad, at the time of the tourila f" said Bat "A.nd anoth e r thing-you want acad. emy to the games that p.re being talked of tl:1is Knock Jack' so that he can't play, and that the only plan you've got?" "I'v e got. some otber things in. my mind, but Jim going out to s Hole first artd a look around before I'm to say what they are, Does that satisfy you?'" Bat A;nold di d n ot answer at once. I The a n d the bad in h i m 'were struggling for supremacy He wanted that but he did not like the means that were proposed enable him to get it; worse

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L 12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. than that, he did not want to do anything that might get him into trouble with the officers of the law. "I feel sure of one thing!" he declared. "What is it?" "For all that you won't say it, I'll bet Prof. San derson is back of this thing, and that he knows all about that monkey business in the gym last night. That was done to scare crowd. I don't see what it amounts to, though. What does it acC011].plish, if they do get frightened by that r Nick Flint again winked, and thrust his tongue knowing l y into his cheek. "Bat, what you don't know will never hurt you!" he said again. And he would explain no further. Jack'sfriends found the shed room a pleasant pia whether in summer or in winter, and Jack Light pleasant company aed a stanch friend at all times! Lafe Lampton chanced tp be in the shed room on t particular afternoon, talking with Jack of the prac t work of the morning, and of the mysterious happ ings in the gyjmnasium the night before. Suddenly a man came round the neat, ,white-pain t house, having admitted himself into the yard by t front gate, and, advancing to the door of the s h room, knocked on it. Lafe got up and opened the door. The man who stood there was a charac t known throughout the county as Deaf Peleg. name was Peleg Brown. j "Will you go into it?" he demandedJ finally. He lived in a cabin not far from Simm's Hoie, a "Y e-yes, I think I will; but I'll tell you to-night." made his living, such as it was, by a little garden i "You never had a chance to make a hundred dollars and a good deal of hunting and fishing, with oc so easy," Flint urged. "Make up your mind quick. sional trapping in the fall and winter. I'm going down to Simm's Hole this afternoon, when I get back I must have an ariswer. If you don't want the hundred dollars, I know of a fellow who'll be glad to finger it, and do what I want done." CHAPTER IV. A REQUEST. One of the places in which Jack Lightfoot loved to work and to study was the shed room, at home. It was bac.k of the house, and connected with it, so that it was a part of the building. Being warmed by a good stove in winter; there Jack had his books, his tools and workbench, and some apparatus, which he had used industriously long before the gift of Norwell Strawn m9-de the upper floor of the old carriage shop into a gymnasium. Here came Tom Lightfoot, Jack's cousin, Lafe Lampton, and others of Jack's friends, to talk and away spare hours, and to study, or use the work bench and the tools. Peleg stood hesitating in the doorway, then c a into the shed room. "No use to ask him what he wants," said Lafe; so deaf he couldn't hear thunder." Peleg walked straight across to the writing des k the further end of the room, where the window g a good light and a showed its volumes; stooping over the desk began to write on some p a he found there. Thus bent over and scribbling away, he present queer figure. Though the day had been warm, he wa,s. muffled had on an overcoat, a red woolen "comfort'ert> ro his neck, and his cap pulled down over his ears. He wore no more beard than an Indian, his s face had a cunning look, something like that of a and his little eyes seemed to want to hide themselv e their deep socket \ In addition, Peleg was toothless; and; though could not speak, for he w as dumb as well as deaf

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ALL-SP.ORTS LIBRARY. 13 unched his toothless jaws together, as if he were ying to say something, whenever he was communi with anyone, either by signs or written words. Having scribbled for some time at the writing desk, eleg came baCk toward Jack Lightfoot, as he came, and then thrust out the paper he had ritten. Both Jack and Lafe read it, it was a singular startling communication. Here it is, just as old Peleg wrote it: "Twict I have seen a ghost at my house. Night fore last he came and stud by my bed. Last night k> come again. I was by my pig pen, feedin' my g; and he come and stud by the corner of the pen." I ''Jiminy crickets!" said Lafe Lampton. Jack took the paper and wrote : rTell us more. What did he look like?;' Th en Peleg wrote : !'He was tall; hadn't any head nor any neck, but ent straight up like a stovepipe from his shoulders." "Jiminy crickets I" said Lafe. Again Jack wrote. "What did he do?'' ''Nothing," was the answer. fNice ghost," said Lafe, commenting. rack wrote: l'Did you see him good; and what do you want to do?'' lrseen him all right," wrote Peleg, "and I want you out and see him, too, to-night, or soon's you In" liDo you believe in ghosts ?'' Jack asked, writing "I do, h 1 avm seen one; you come out and take a pk; and if it is a man help me trap him." Jack wrote once more : "We're coming out to Simm's Hole, to camp and fish. I'll hurry the trip, so that we can get to see your ghost." Then Peleg departed, and the boys sat down to talk it over. "I'm getting all balled up," Lafe acknowledged; and he took out an apple and set his teeth in it, as if fancy ing that setting his jaws to working would help to limber up the machinery of his mind. "What do you think about it?" he asked, not able to make any good guess himself. "I don't know what to think." "Is there any connection between the 'ghost' Peleg says he saw out there, and the noise we heard in the gym last night?" "It's queer that Peleg came to me," said Jack; or, rather, came to us, here in this room. Why didn't he go to Kennedy, the constable?" "Perhaps he did; we didn't ask him about that." '"I didn't think of it then; but we'll find out if he went to Kennedy." "bf course this ghost business is all rot!" said Lafe. "Of course." "Somebody's working a trick. Or it may be one person here, and another out there at Simm's Hole." "We'll watch the gym to-night," said Jack. "If we can get sight of the fellow who is cutting up per haps we'll learn more. But, anyway, we've planned to go to Simm's Hole." Tom Lightfoot came in, as the written state ments of the queer deaf mute had been saved, they were shown to him. Tom had not been at the gymnasium the preceding night, but he had heard of the mysterious invader and iiThen he isn't sure that it is a ghost," said Lafe. the strange sounds made. isn't as bf'g a fool as he looks." Every person in Cranford had heard these facts. IPeleg wrote other things, but they did not add to the Tom sniffed contemptuously. of information already furnished. "I think this whole business, at the gym and down r -'

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14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. at Simm's Hole, is just the work of kids, who are trying to have what the,y'd call fun." "Tom," said Lafe, speaking seriously, "you weren't at the gym last night! The kid who made that racket there must have been a mighty little fellow, to have go.t out past us without our seeing him, or to have re mained in there without our discovering him." "You'd have seen him, probably, if he came out," Tom admitted. "So it's certain he stayed in there. There are a lot of old holes in and under those car riages and buggies." ing to discover the "ghost" that was troubling th quiet of the high-school boys' gymnasium. The suggestion, lightly made by some one, that th arademy fellows were at the bottom af it he repudiate ratfier warmly; so that it was not bro;_t_g-ht up agai that night. while the boys lay out in the gloqm; with eve sense on the alert, there came a repetition of the sound heard the night before: Whack! Bang! Blub-rub-bub! Whack I Bang Tom Lightfoot laid his hand on the shoulder of h i "We looked everywhere." cousin Jack, as the two were lying close together. 'i];verywhere but in the right place. Why, you "There it is I" said Jack. don't mean to claim that he was neither there nor went away? If he didn't get out past you, where could he have been but in the gym? Don't slip a cog and begin to talk silly!" "Yes, it does sound silly!" Lafe acknowledged. "But I wish you'd l;>een there!" "We're going to watch for him to-night," said Jack. "I'll go with you," Tom volunteered. CHAPTER V. A WARNING. Jack a nd Tom Lightfoot, Lafe Lampton and nearly every member of the athletic club of the high school spent several hours that evening in watching the old carriage shop. They first ascertained that no one was in it or about it; and then, hiding out in the darkness, they tried to make sure that no one came near it, or that if anyone came, his identity should be made known. Tom Lightfoot was a student at the academy, and on the nine that was expected to play against Jack Lightfoot's team that summer. Nevertheless, as Jack's cousin, and having a warm regard not only for Jack, but for other members of his team, Tom Lightfoot was willing to assist in try"Some one is in there now, all right," said To starting up. ':Keep the place surrounded, and we'll se who it is, and what he's doing." The cordon .of watchers guarded the carriage sho so that no one could leave it or approach it without di covery; while Tom, Jack and Lafe Lampton, enter the building, lighted lamps, and made a search. This night they did not find everything upstairs i such perfect order. The leaping pad had been turn over, and the Indiatt clubs were at the other side the room from the place where they were usually kep "No ghost here I" Tom announced. "And nothing else," said JaCk. It seemed true. No one could be found on the upper floor, dO\ below, or out on the shed roof; and there were other places to look. Tom Lightfoot began to feel queer, himself. "This rather gets me, fellows," he admitted. "We thought it would," said Lafe, almost m ciously. "Yet I remember you said that ff the fell didn't get out he was still in. He hasn't got out; a if he's still in, I'd be glad to have you show me wh he is." Tom scratched his head, as he went downstairs As they came out of the doorway there was an

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. IS tlamation and a cry of excitement ; then Ned Skeen exclaimed: #"We've got some one !" "Oh, cut it out!" came in the voice of Bat Arnold. t'I just carrtt down here to see if you fellows had kli covered anything. I heard uptown that you was watchin' the gym to-night." I "You didn't drop off the shed roof?" asked Jack, flashing a match and looking Bat in the lace. '#'Off the shed roof? Nixy. I came right down U!is street, and if your crowd hadn't been staring at the they'd ha;ve seen me." A dozen boys stood ready 'tct dec:lare that Bat had 110t dropped from the shed roof, though h1s presence lhere had somewhat surprised> them, for they had not heard his ;pproach. eleased, Bat went uptown,, and the watch was re' sumed. !But nothing came of it. he mystery was too deep for easy and the boys went home at last, baffied, though some of them hung round the shop until nearly midnight. Jack Lightfoot did not believe in late hours, and i'ent home early, yet he could not sleep, because of v;orrying over the mystery. He wondered if it had any connection with the ngular message brought by the deaf mute. "\Ve'll hurry up that outing to Simm's Hole,'1 was is conclusion. As if his dec;ision had brought it, there was a crash t window-the crash of a breaking pane-and I somethin g fell with a thump on the,floor. Jack was out :of bed instantly. r. He ran to the shattered window, but saw no one ; which was not strange, for th,e night was cloudy, nor did he pear the sound of footsteps. bling and startled, he struck a match and e 'ghted his lamp. He a small stone on the floor, with a paper wrapped about it and tied there with a string. That was the object that had come through the window. On removing the string and the paper, Jack found a communication. It had not been written; but, to conceal the identity of the' one sending it, letters and words had been cut from newspapers and pasted together into thus: "DO not Go tO Simm's hole. YOU Will be IN dan Ger. take my ADVICE and stay AWAY. Stay Away. THIS is a WARNING. i KNOW what I am TALKing about. STAY AWAY." \ Again Jack went to the window and looked out. "Who could have thrown this through the window, and what danger can there be in going to Simm's 4 Hole?" was his thought. He turned the paper over and looked at the back, which was blank. Again he went to the window. At first he was disposed to go downstairs and tell his mother what had happened. "No use to disturb her," was his seconq ; thought. '''In the morning will do as well." He cUd not go to bed again for some time. The shattered glass lay on the floor. This he picked up carefully; and to kee,p out the chill wind that came through the broken pane he stuffed some clothing in it. Think as he would, he could come to but one con clusion; and that connected the "danger" with the deaf mute. "Peleg is a queer old duck, and if this warning is anything more than a joke it must refer to something he is up to. That ghost story of his may have been a lie." Of course Jack Lightfoot had never that Peleg Brown had seen a ghost ; but he was willing to believe that the deaf mute had really beheld some-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. thi11g, which his superstitious hao tak<.in. for such. Now he doubted even that; and was almost disposed might have been considered in a sense as one flowing from the timbered hills through t_}Je l"ke on to the sea; but they were two rivers, the to think, if the warning were not a prq.ctical joke, that ford people, and bore separate names. Peleg was up to some mischief, which the one sending Ma.lapan River, into the sea; was a the warning wisht:d to caution him against. "Why couldn't he hae said what it was? This tliing of throwing a stone through my window is sneaking, of itself. It broke the window; iind doesn't tell' me anything, more than that there is danger. What kind of danger, and from whom?1 Jack went"to bed poodering the,se qqestions, and asleep before he had arrived at al'fy conclusion. C:f(.(\PTER VI. IN T J;I E w o.o D S. ''tn the good old suqmer time, In good old summer time, a 'shady lane With Baby I channel. Laurel River, emptying into the lake, was fresh, was fed by some famous trout streams. Simm's Ho!e was a deep cavity in the bed of River,. a few hundred yards above the end the take. All about Simm's Hole lay heavy woodlands, in some places became a wild tangle. Just above Simm's Hole, and really hanging it, or rather projecti1;1g into it, was an old dam. This dam was much broken. In places it stood and over these places the water tumbled with a and a beautiful waterfall effect. In the broken places there were here and there You hold her1;;and, and-" jecting sticks of timber, that thrust themselves "Cut it out! ... said Lafe mpton, speaking to Nat and whipped at the water like saws. Kimbalt, "the sweet 'Tarbler of Simm's Hole," as the P,oys called hi.tl); (tth{s. summer tfme--it's spring i" .. 'And we didn't think he'd spring that on us t" added Ned Skeen. Jack had disregarded" the warning so strangely sent and wa$ at Simm's Hole, with his friends. Tne day was glorious ; a fleck of cloud in the azure sky, a warm wind, and the budding trees sen
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Ij sitting astride the ridge pole; making and with the other boys standing or lying about in various his toothless jaws. attitudes of lazy enjoyment. peleg had been on that roof for: hours, unable to This was the situation, when Nat Kimball, carried I sound, and expecting minute that the .awa.r by the spirit of coming summer, began;to pipe ould be carried away. ook no. with .the treacherous spring f Laurel RiveF,., after lhat. he old cabin made a famous ifor the boys me to ca'tnp at Simm's Hole,; and often sat oorway, or out of itS window, with their lines whipping the river below in the "hole." better spot than vicinity of Simm's Hole have been chosen for a boys' camB; and here spring came fishing and camping parties from \ n of Cranford, and from otheJ;" points more re. Lightfoot and his friends had brought up a -. -nt, and a complete camping outfit, with cooking s, and a supply of food. the tent stood deserted. Some of the boys, :Tack of the number, had not even slept in it the us night, but had lain out under the trees, with their blankets, for the ground was was the self-appointed cook of the not because he liked so much to cook, but be he liked to keep close to the eatables, and g he could satisfy his palate by' tasting the van ishes he was preparing. was really the only work tbat Lafe Lamporoughly enjoyed; and he could hardly under-other boys had not clamored for was now stirring something in an ir
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18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. plain that business at the gym, will you? You can't \ of insect life, but the ants predominated; the big, hungry variety, with .jaws Jack brushed away the ants that troubl found a new seat; while the boys began to do :it." {tOh, gee r here's a nasty worm crawling over me!" cr:ied K'ii!!,ball, knocking it away witb a look of disgpst. To.tn Lightfoot began to sing : ''Light is the breeze in the treetops Fragrant the breath of the hemlock and fir; Bright is the sky ,as the that love, Sweeter the brook song thAn note of the -dove Deep in the wqods, Deep in the woods." Ned Skeen, who had beel_}, called down for hi4ing ing, yet fancied he could and had a real for ha.,sty parody, cut in: "Kilfoyle sees spirits, aj!d Kimball flnd!l germs; When there are no germs he is fighting with worms; He. bats them, and cuffs thtm, and, oh I how he squirms l :peep in die woods, Deep in tlte woods "Cut it out!" Kimball commanded, sharply. Tom Lightfbot continued: "Bowers of beauty and so fair; 'Far, far us _eaclt !lOrrow and care I Lighter our thoughts than the branches that swin" Joyous outhearts as the birds ori the wing. "" Deep irt the woods, Deep in the woods. u Again Ned Skeen firdke iri; "like a musical sea gull," some of the fellows "Catching fresh will make us all snee2e, Bored mosquitoes and bittw. fleas; : Snakes for our playmates, and ants for pur fareTell n)e, oll, tell me, who wouldn't' be there? ., Deep, in the w .oods, Deep in the wciods." "Fellows, ,there are fleas or ants, or and a lot 9f 1!lem," said Kimball, juln,Ping up and beginning to scratch his "Pshaw!-those 9Xe just genps; you got them off the ground !" declared Kilfoyl:. "You'll see a ghost, or something, if I punch your head!" insect life of the woods. Jim Bright, whose q.ne great ambition come an actor, leaped to' his feet and "'-n: .. hands with a stagy air : "Go to the ant, tho\1 sluggard!" He declaimed this; then started on "My name is Norval! On the Grampian father feeds his flock. A worthy swain"Stop! &top!" said Skeen, the little joker; not g1:1tting that right!" ""W;hy r isn't it right, me lord?" "Because it isn't" Jim Bright laid his hand on his 'heart will Your be kind enough to the right way?" Ned Skeen sprang to his feet. .. I(Hear !11 he cried, facing the other thr?wing himself into the stagy attitude ass Bright. ''This is the way that oratorical school readers should be de1ivered." He' squared his shoulders. "My name is Norval, on the Grampian father feeds h1s flock a worthy swain!" "A swain is a man," Bright. "S !" \ ure ".1\.nd your father feeds h1m to his flock?" .footsteps were heard behind him, and theN:; inte,rruption, in' the form of the deaf-mute Lightfoot began to squirm ; he had been at his ease; under ane of the trees; enjoying the jo'k.:-.. ing and quick repartee: now he, too, got up. He had fish, which he delivered to Jac k ()pt, as a present the boys; and then took of paper. warm suz:1shine was various forms Jack read aloud the : words written on it by "1 seen the ghost again last night, right by

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LIBRARY. 19 ,eorne out of old cabin. 1 never seen anythinS? iner 'l "\\'hat do you say to. that?" said Kilfoyle> alt!Jost urnphantly. 1 say if that ghost comes fooling round the dam 5 evening I'll put him on my hook and catch a trout 1h him,' was the irreverent res2onse of Bill Brew CHAPTER V1I. ALONG T-liE STREAMS. Whipping the trout that made down from the hills into Laurel River futnis\ed some of the finest sport the boys could desire. To throw the fly .put ori the surface of the whirling water let it drift down, t aking care to keep even r 1 your. shadow from being seen by t4e Weleg turned away, the rattle of a cart was rd, and Jerry Mulligan, the warm friend of the "gh-school ,boys; came into view along the woOds! d with 'his horse and :his cart, bringing some t trom the town for the camp. 1Whurroo f' he cried, swinging his cap wften he saw e tent find the camp. think, begorr 'a, tha.t I'll lay worruk fer ri,st av the week and Jllay lazy, tOo. is worruk i n aU the toime makes a man a dull b'y." "'All work and no play makes Jack a dull bOy,' you an," -<;ried Kimball. under the edge of some t:ock or in a dark hble, is n
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,.. 20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. sian of courage and -strength, he strikes again for the black shadows in the stream, or in the pool. Then, when at last you have him near the shpre, you must still use your utmost skill. The landing net now, and more careful work; then you lift him out of his element, and he is yours! With such pleasure as this, Jack Lightfoot and his boy comrades failed to remember the "ghost" that had troubled the-gym, forgot all about 'the "ghost" seen This was what he wrote, on the evening in question. "In Simm's Hole lives the hermit trout. I hooke hirrt 'Once, but he broke my pole and my line, and go away from me; and riigh about drowned me. Mayb you catch him; I could, except that one time, an then I didn't land him." Jack read this aloud to the boys, while Peleg looke on, smilin_g and working his hairless, toothless jaws. He was still dressed as if he expected an early re more than once by old Peleg; and neglected, or disre:. turn of winter, with a big coat on, and that "co m garded, the warning message that had1come crashing through Jack Lightfoot's chamber win<\ow at home. forter" round his thin neck ; but he had discarded hi mittens, and no longer pulled his cap dow But at night, when they came in tired, yet glowing, over ears. with innumerable stories to tell of the fish didn't Jack : get," of the many trout that got away, bigger, far bigger, than the ones caught; and they sat down be fore the tent in the gathering darkness, to sample the fish, done to a turn by Lafe Lampton, the talk turned frequently to the mystery of the gym, and to the ghost that had stood in the door of Peleg's old cabin, and had walked the broken dam before that door. Apparently this ghost knew that a party of skeptical, rollicking young rovers was camped near the shore at Simm's Hole, and were so lacking in a proper spirit of rev.e,r.ence that they would not have hesitated to take the said ghost by the collar, presuming that he wore one, and chuck him into the water, just to serve him right for night walking. So the ghost kept away. But the fun and the sport were fast and furious, yet of a perfectly harmless and jovial kind; the sort of fun that never yet injured any boy, or made him less manly when he beeame a man. Peleg ( came in; the second evening, to ask by means of signs if the "ghost" had walked as yet. Receiving an answer in the negative, he drew out his writing pad and a pencil and began to write. Usually, when Peleg did that, something interest ing might be expected. "Where had a fellow better fish, to get him?" Peleg answered : "Right before the cabin door ; right out in front He hangs round under the log& of the old dam; an onct I seen him rise there, and snap a fly off'n th water, when the fly dropped down on the water. H was a whopper-nigh about big as a thought. He's been there ten year, I guess; and i you git him, you git a whale." "That's a whale of a lie," said Ned Skeen, whe this was read. "All right; we'll try for him," Jack wrote. And Peleg, when he had read this, worked his hair less jaws again, and smiled. Jack wrote many questions on Peleg's pad that even ing, some of them about the "ghost"; and Peleg an swered, to the best of his ability "He never saw any ghost there, and he never hooke any such trout," Skeen persisted "He's stringing us and's been stringing us from the first." "Begorra, I'll take his string to-morry, and th mesilf fer that fish!" said Jerry, who lingered unable to leave the joys .of' the camp at Simm's Hol e "Take his string? Oh; yes; the string he's string ing us with 1 Wow 1 Jerry, I'll duck you in the hoi

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 21 first chance I get; and that will give you an The camp had been aroused by Lampton's exclamatunity to catch that whale with your hands I" tion. y grinned. "The ghost!" said Jack. "Whatever it was, man e might dhrowned me, av he's as big as Pelig or spirit, it went into that cabin. Come on, and we'll than one of the boys believed that Peleg was ng" them, both about the fish andwith regard little attention to his stories of the that they went to sleep that night as usual, in their blankets, under the trees; and were deep land of dreams, hi'ffiself awake, sud aroused them. hoosh !" he whispered. "An' phat the divvil is hand touched Jack Lightfoot. aroused on the instant, lifted his moonlight had come again, after many nights and it glanced whitely across Simm's and lighted up the old cabin and the broken dam. the dam near the cab,n, sitting as if looking into the stream, holding a fishing pole, too, was tall figure, clad in something that looked shwearin' that's the ghost, though I niver seen I" whispered Jerry. rolled over and touched Tom and Lafe, whis their names, to them. threw up his hands, with an exclamation that very loud in that deep stillness. ly it reacfied the strang-e form sitting on dam, for the figure rE>se up suddenly, stand en erect, to an enormous height, and straight as Yepipe" from waist to head, as Peleg re-it thus stood up, it seemed to slip, without mo melt as it were, into the very walls of the Then it was gone, without a sound. find it." He did not stop to dress, but with his blanket drawn about him, ran toward the dam and the cabin, which were but a few yards away. The other boys followed hot at his heels, clad in the same way; and with them came Jerry, who had been the one to discover the "ghost." But when the dam and the cabin were gained they could find nothing. A search of the interior resulted in the same way. Apparently no man had been in the cabin or on the dam. No pole could be found, no wet tracks-nothing. Jack Lightfoot and his compal}ions were puzzlep. "Niver a ghost was that!" said Jerry, decidedly, as he hunted through the cabin. "What became of him, then," Kilfoyle asked. "He made a shneak into the woods, do ye' see I He could 'ave done ut. He could have jomped aff the dam here, and scooted into the thimber, and the bushes would soon hfde him. I'm bettin' me owld hat ut was that way." It was the best theory that could be conjured up, yet not entirely satisfying; and Jack and the others re turned to the camp and to their blankjets, to lie awake a long time, thinking it over. CHAPTER VIII. THE ATTACK. The next morning, when Jack awoke, he saw Nich olas Flint sitting on the dam, while Bat Arpold was just coming out of the woods. "Hello I" Jack called, rolling out of his blankets, and in so doing, and in calling out that way, waking the other members of the camping party.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY1 Fli nt and Bat Arnold disappeared while the ts were eat in g breakfast. It was a fine breakfast, too, showing that Lafe was well up in the culinary art. like to know where you learned to fry fish so Ned Skeen. "Howling mackerels, this a bowli n g mackerel, norany other kind; that's 1out. Don't d i sgrace it by calling it a mackerel." llfed Sk een's mouth was filled with fish,. but he c<>nWed to ask agai n how Lafe had learned the trick of the m to such a turn. 'Ft<>m my mother," saru Lafe. "She's a good 'You take after, her naturally," Jack remarked. 'I'll take after said Lafe, a lauglr, "if ck!n't prais e that fish as you ought to. It's this ': I always liked to eat, you know!" h, yes, we know t\:tat I" So I used to hang round the kitchen a good deal." 'You used to? Oh, that's good!': '"I'm. going to try for that hennit trout 1" said Jack. "If a fellow hook "He' d pull you into the hole," said Nat K.imball. "I: d risk 1t. If I could once get my hook in his mouth, there'd be a pretty tight, anyhow, if I didn't land him." Though Jack_pleant to try foi: the hermit trout whicll Peleg said inhabited Simm's he desired first to whip a certain section of one of the creeks of the ne!gh where, the before, he had good luck. He set out for this after breakfast, going alone, as most_of the other had plans of their own for the morning, which would scatter them to yarious places. As Jack walked along he chanced tr,1 see Bat moving in the woods before him. It was just a glimpse he caught, but it set : him to thNTking j'I wonder what those fellows are doing itp here? Maybe they're making for the same pOint I am, and intend to fish there." fie hurried on. !/ell, I do still, of course; and so, watching her, Reaching the creek, anc}seeing no one, he began to 'hel pin g her n ow and then' when she'd let me, I whip the stream, carefully selecting his flies, and using the !hang of cooking a good many things. And I all the skill of which he was master. 'er like to cook." He had lan_ded one speckled -beauty,. and was so eat while y;ou're cooking?'' deeply immersed in the sport that he had again forgot ten about Bat and Nick and the warning which had ken so strangely thrown into his room. Ill addi tion to the fish, there was bread, which Jerry brought from the town, crackers, canned goods of Then a club, whirled from a low tree over his head, {)Us k inds, principaliy canned fruits, together witlr struck him a, blow on the shoulder, and at the same er, eggs, c o n densed milk, canned vegetables a.nd.,. time a-form dropped out of the branches_. r thi ngs; though all of these were not served for The club had been .so aimed that if Jack had not kfast, of course. rhe boys were well; and they were, besides, ing the tim e of their lives. ick Flin t a nd Bat Arnold, who had refused to pare {)f that b o untiful breakfast, were practically oF en, while the boys ate, laughed and joked, arid ned for the fishing trips of the day. shifted his position just at the instelnt if was thrown it would haVe strucK him full on the head, and the form that shot downward must have struck him also. But, hitting him on theshoulder, the injury was not so great, though the blow was-heavy enough to deaden and numb the arm. Jack recovered, dropped his rod, and turned just in

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The fight was on. The slender rod and Saul Messenger rushed to Skeen's assistance. tively weak line_ and the skill of a boy, were matched_ 'fPlay easy," he said,_ putting out his hand against the strength of the big )ish. .of' the rod; uplay him easy, or he'll But the skill of the boy was1tel!tng. your pole.'1 For more than half an hour the combat lasted; then; "Then both he and Ned Skeen s tared, .when Jack thought the trout was worn _..9ut, the strug. howled, or the thing that came to the sur ,face was gle started anew, and continued for another fifteen minutes, until Jack began to find that he was getting pretty tired himself, in spite ot thrill and the ex. I cttement. Lafe grabbed the landing net, as JaCk, walking alot;g the dam. toward the shore, began to lead the exhausted fish in that tt,ere's one trout there's always its ma:te," said Ned Skeen, arid he., threshed his line intothe ptiol .. wherethe fish had been hooked. Lafe thrust 'tiis landing pet under the big trout, which .Jack drew to. the shorei Within the cabin, looking frorv the door, Bot;> Brewster and Orson who had been hopping .l!p:'and down in their excitement, joined hands, and; began to sing. and dance with joy, roaring out the words of a fishing song. As they thus datt,ced and. roarg}, they broke the hai rotten boards of the. floor, and Bob Brewster dropped' through with a yell. At the same there a terrific splash under the edge dam. Then there was another ;yell; ){f.is titrte in the voice of Ne.d Skeen. "Howling mackerels," l'fu excl::,:imed, "I've got a ) bigger one !11His rod bent almost double as he tugged and strained. He began to pull inr "Here fellows," _be called, 11help me; he'll away from me!"' Jack Lightfoot and Jerry Mulligan were bus getting the big trout out' o tlte water. ) a fish-but a man! CHAPTER X. THE RESCUE. Tl:roWing the big trout well u p on tbe shor e; it could not possibly get back into the hole, Jack foot, 4fe Lampton and J erry Mulligan raced upon the broken dam to the a ss i s t ance of Ned 'fhe boys the came out also ; followe d Bob, who had dragged himsel f from the hole i which he tumbled, and who was not hurt by fall. Ned Skeen s hook had caugh t in the man's coat; the back, between the sh'Oulde"rs, and being a hook, with a good line, it was holding. The man was threshing the water wildly with hi hands, and seemed unable to swim. When JaCk observed this, he threw aside his kicked off his shoes, and sprang into the hole. Jerry Mulligan imitated, h im. They came up by the man, as he was r i sin g more to the surface. Skeen's hook W'as still in the man's coat and Skeet, in of h i s nervous and ex.tited condition, was s t hanging to rod." "Now, get h i tfl:by:that side, Jerry!" said Jack. "And be caref, ul that he don't get you.." The warning was needed ; for the man in his fright ened and who!Jy irresponsible condition, was trying to lay hold o something. He caught .by the eoat a.nd ducked him under. Jack evaded the clutc h of his ha.nd, a n d then a of his coat. i J;

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY .. came up, with the man still clinging to him. him wan I" he begged. "He's dhrownin' tiMhed water in the man's face; and sought to current was doing the rest; for it was setting toward the shore below, on the same side. Lampton, having thrown coat and shoes, in now, and came swimm\ng boldly to the as of Jack and Jerry. this time the man whom the boys were trying to tvas so qearly drowned that he was helplesso to I CHAPTER CLEARED AWAY. Wilsori Crane at various times had talked a great deal about the Wild Man, who had been seen by differ ent persons in the vicinity of Ctanford. Wilson had seen this so-<;alh:d Wild Man once him self; and at another time, thinking he was to get a sec ond look at him, he had stumbled upon some tramps who were holding Jack Lightfoot a prisoner in The Painted Cave.* Wh&n seen by Wilson and other people of Cr!inford, f injure those who were trying -to aid {he Wl1d had been clothed in these tattered outer clothes, a.nd no one guessed that he had a gOod suit Skeen ha
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THE RED RAVEN LIBRARY THRILLIN'G SEA STORIES This library represents an entirely new idea. It is totally different from any other now published. stories detail the adventures of three plucky lads who set out to capture the notorious Captain Kidd. Every real boy has longed to read more abput the doingE of this bold marauder of the and the opportunity is now given The are of generous length and without equals in thrilling adventure and interest. The best sea stori& ever written. I. 2. 3 4 5 6. 7 8. 9 ro. II. 12. 13. rs r6. r8. 19 zo. 21. 22. 24. Captain Kidd's Sea Swoop; or, Carried Off by Pirates. Captain Kidd's. Buried Treasure; or, Adventures of Three Boys Among the Buccaneers. The Silver Cutlass ; or, Thad and His Chums Lo.st in the Swamp. Defying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. The Jolly "Red Raven"; or, Captain Kidd's Daring Raid on Old New York. The Cors:,1ir Captain ; or, Thad and His Chums Afloat. The Death's Head Rovers ; or, How Thad Outwitted the Freebooters. Walking the Plank; or, The Last Cruise of the Flying-Scud. Captaill Kidd'sRevenge; or, Thad Among the Tigers of the Sea. The Chest of Doubloons.; or, How Three Boys Defied the Buccaneers. The :Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons. Captain Kidd's Stratagem ; or, Simple Simon Takes Soundings. Tlre Red Raven's Prize; or, How Y ouilg Tl:Iad Sailed a Pirate Barque. Nailed to the Mast; or, Tl:te Last of Captain Kidd's "Hole in the Wall.', Captain Kidd's Long Cha"se; or, Thaa and His Chums in the Tropics. Set Adrift By .Pirates; or, Thad's Adventures in the Saragossa Sea t'o Sink or i or, Thad ana His Frien sOn Blue Water. Kidd's Drag-Net; or, How Young Thad Hoodwinked the Buccaneers. The Phantom Pirate __ ; or, Thad and His Chums on the Ha,unted Ship. The Winged Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon. Captain_ Kidd i11 New Orleans; or, The Pirate Sconrge of the Rigolets. Tiger of the Sea;, or, The 'I'hree Castaways o( the Gulf. The Pirates of The. Keys; or, Onr Boys Afloat on the Spanish Main. Kidd at Bay; or, Marooned On a San d-Spit. FI'V":E For sale by all or sent postpaid upon receipt of price by the pUblishers THE WINNER LIBRARY CO., 2 Duane St., New York

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