Jack Lightfoot's dilemma; or, A traitor on the diamond


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Jack Lightfoot's dilemma; or, A traitor on the diamond

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Jack Lightfoot's dilemma; or, A traitor on the diamond
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JACK U6HTfDOJ5 OILl:l'IMA J l'i crit A JRAITORON Tlf f DIAMOlf D

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.. Publ .shers' Note "Tcb tbe Amerkaa bo)' bow to become -atblete, and lay tbe lolmdatloa tor a Comtttatloll creater tban tbat I ef the UnlJed States."-WIM eaylnp from "Tip Top. There bu never been a time when tbe boys of tbi1 great coaatr,. took ao keen an lnternt I n all manly and bealthglvtnc sports u the,. do to-cta,.. A proof of tbl wltneu tbe record-breaklnc throne tha t a ttend college a truccl e1 on t b e crtdlron, u well u athletic and bueball c ames, and other teats of endurance and skill. la a multitude of oth e r channels this love fo r tbe "lif e strenuous" I making Itsel f menlfeat, 10 that, u a nation, we are rapldl)' forctnc to tbe front a s a eekera of boneat 1port. R ec ognlztnc this "handwr i ting on the wall," we hav e concluded that tbe time bu arrived to clve thla vut army of young e11t b u1 l utl a publication devoted exclus i v ely t o invigor atinir out-door lif e We feel w e are jU1tifled In antlclpatin1t a warm re1pon1 e from our 1tur d)' American boys, who are sare to revel la the ltlrrinc pbBSel of port and adventure, through whfc b oar characters pus from week to w eek. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY Juwtl Wuli/y, By Sfll>1cript wt1 #:1. 50 Jw year. &twed accordi n g 111 Act oj
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2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. rnent, his jaws working and his hands thrust into his pockets. "I've got that tired feeling all the time now, since this warm weather came on." He grinned, and felt round in his pockets for more peanuts. "You were just as lazy in the winter," said Ja k. "Why dont you brace up, straighten your shoulders, and step along with some vim?" "What's the use? That would only make me more tired than I am." "Well, I should hate to feel tired all the time!" "Oh, I don't feel tired all the time." "When don't you?" "When I'm asleep The dapper little servant, a boy himself-who was so trim and neat that Lafe declared his belief that he kept himself stored away in a dress-suit case most of the time-came out to the gate, as Jack and Lafe ap proached. "Mr. Snodgrass told me to watch for you, and to send you in if I saw you go by." "That me out," said Lafe. "Oh, come along in," Jack urged. "I shan't be here more than a minute or two, probably." The boy did not object, and Lafe Lampton followed his friend into the yard and on into the house, the boy opening the door for them and piloting them into the broad hall. Snodgrass appeared in the hall through the door that led to his library. His face was pale, a thing so uncommon that it at tracted Jack's attention at once; but, in contradiction to this, his manner was almost hilarious. "Come right in!" he urged. Lafe stood ill hesitation, his hat in his hands. "You, too," said Snodgrass; "come right in." Then they passed on into the library, which had been darkened and was lighted only by a lamp, follo;ving Snodgrass, who walked with the springy step of a boy. Both Jack and Lafe were considerably astonished by what they saw when they reached the library door. Seated in the center of the rich Oriental rug, which covered the floor, was a Hindoo, or, at least, an East Indian, with a queer-looking teakwood box in front of him. He wore a turban and flowing trou sers, and there was a scarf or sash about his waist that held a curved sword and a dangerous-looking dagger. By the side of this queer figure stood a boy of sixteen or seventeen, clad in much the same fashion, except that he carried no weapon. The singular thing about this boy was the fact that he was fair-haired, and light-complexioned. The man was an Oriental; the boy a European, or an American. As Jack and Lafe stopped, speechless, when they beheld these queer figures, Snodgrass stood regarding them with almost childish delight. He clapped his hands softly together and laughed in a way that Jack had never heard. Snodgrass was given to quiet joking and some attempts at dry humor at times, but never to such hilarity as he now evinced. Jack could not have been more astonished if the old gentleman had proceeded to execute a toe dance. "The thing surprises you, does it?" he asked, with that strange smile, again clapping his hands sof tly to gether. "I knew it would! I knew it would!" Neither Jack nor Lafe knew what to say. "Come right on into the library," said Snodgrass. Then, to Jack's surprise, the boy spoke: "Yes, come in; we won't bite you!" Lafe still stood with his mouth open, forgetful of the peanut he had been munching. But he followed Jack, as the latter entered the library. "Now, we'll have a show!" cackled Snodgrass, mo tioning them to chairs. "What is the first thing on the program, Boralmo ?" Boralmo was evidently the Hindoo. He was staring very hard at the visitors, with eyes that held a dull gleam of red back of their midnight blackness. Such eyes, scintillating, fiery, serpent-like, Jack had never seen in the head of any human being. The very look of them made him feel creepy. The Hindoo seemed almost a gayly colored snake coiled there on the rich rug. And the thing_ he did now made him seem more -

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 snakelike than before; for, opening the box before him, he revealed a hooded cobra. The srt.:i.ke lay coiled closely in the box, packed about with what seemed to be folds of cotton. It appeared to be dead, for it did not move or show any signs of life. "Jiminy crickets!" Lafe whispered to himself. It was limit of Lafe's present ability to express his astonishment. Not knowing what he was doing, he fished up a peanut, broke it open mechanically, and as slowly poked the kernels into his staring mouth. Jack settled back in his chair and looked at the Hin doo, at the snake, and at the boy, with a glance of sur prise now and then given to Mr. Snodgrass himself. Jack was as much astonished as Lafe, but he could conceal his emotions better, and was, besides, in spite of Lafe's heavy and lethargic manner, much steadier of nerve, and cooler. Yet his heart quickened its beats as he watched this scene and saw the strange, red glow of the Hindoo's eyes. Taking out a sort of flute, or pipe, the Hindoo put it to his lips and to play softly. The music was almost a monotone, with a certain swinging cadence. Both Lafe and Jack declared afterward that it made them feel sleepy just to listen to it. By degrees the movement quickened, and the notes rose a little higher. Yet they were still soft and flute like. Jack found himself rubbing his eyes as if to keep himself awake, and observed Lafe doing the same. Then he made the startling discovery that the room was growing darker. Jack had not seen the boy move from his position by the side of the man; but when he discovered that the room was growing darker, he saw that the boy had risen and was slowly turning down the lamp. Then something that resembled in its general ap pearance a mirror, and which stood behind the Hin doo, an article of furniture that Jack did not remember to have ever noticed before in that library, began to glow in a singular and phosphorescent way, lighting the room with sickly, greenish shine, very unlike healthy daylight. The greenish glow fell full on the Hindoo as he played his flute, and on the box in which the cobra lay. Then, the music further quickening, the cobra lifted its hideous hooded head. It seemed to be rousing from a deep sleep. Higher and higher the head was lifted, the hood expanding ominously. Looking from the snake to the Hindoo, Jack fan cied he saw in the wicked little eyes of the serpent the same red glow that seemed to shine from behind the orbs of the snake charmer. The cobra now moved in the box with a sliding, rustling motion, and threw half of its length out upon the floor, and lay there, with its head on the floor and its tail still in the box. Then its entire length trailed out of the box. With a feeling of stupefaction and almost horror Jack saw it advance in his direction. It had its head well erect, its hood expanded, and he feared it might strike him. Then the boy dashed in, caught it up, and threw it into the air. The green light failed utterly, then flashed forth with a blinding radiance; and the snake was gone. Jack looked about, gasping. "Jee-iminy crickets!" he heard Lafe exclaim, softly. Yes, the snake was gone! Jack could not see it anywhere. But the box was closed, and the Hindoo, opening it, showed the cobra lying asleep again in the cottony folds that lined it. The boy now came forward with something that re sembled a green cloak. He threw it over the open box. The cloak rose up in the center, and Jack was sure that the cobra had lifted itself and was trying to get out of the box through the cloak. l But when the Hindoo whisked the cloak away, both snake and box were gone, and a little tree seemed to be growing up from the center of the rug. The boy threw the cloak over this sprout of a tree, and Jack saw the center of it rise still higher.

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4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. When the Hindoo whisked away the cloak the tree was seen to be much taller, and had blossoms on it. "J ee-iminy crickets!" Lafe muttered. Again the cloak was thrown over, and again taken off; and there stood forth in the center of the room a small tree with fruit, and the fruit was apples. The boy took one from the tree .and tossed it to Lafe Lampton. "Try it!" he said, with something like a chuckle. Lafe was dazed, but he caught the apple mechanic ally, as if it were a baseball. The glowing, mirror-like piece of furniture behind the Hindoo winked into darkness again. A moment later the lamp was turned on full, by the boy. snake, box and Hindoo were gone. But the boy stood there, smiling before Lafe; and in his hand Lafe held a red-cheeked apple. "Test it!" said boy. Lafe was about to set his teeth in it. Then he checked himself "No," he said, "I'm going to keep this thing, to see if this is all a dream. If I've got a real apple in my fist when I wake up I'll know I've seen things. If I haven't, I'll know I was asleep." CHAPTER IL JACK'S VISITORS. When the servant let Jack and Lafe out of the house and they stood again in the bright sunshine of the outer world they had the queer feeling that what they had beheld had not been real, but only a dream or a figment of the imagination. "I've heard of those East Indian magicians," said Jack, "but I never thought I'd get to see one." "Nor I," said Lafe. He looked at the apple and took a bite out of it. "This is an apple, all right. Try it." Jack tried it through curiosity. "It wasn't any dream," he declared. "I wonder when that Hincloo came? I don't think anybody knows he's here." wonder who that boy is?" Jack added Jack was to have an answer to this question that same evening. He was seated in the shed room at home, tall<'ing with Tom Lightfoot, telling him of the Hindoo snake charmer, when there was a tap on the door. \i\!hen Jack opened it he saw Snodgrass and the boy. The boy had discarded his Indian garb and was clothed in ordinary costume, so that at first Jack did not recognize him as the youngster he had seen at Snodgrass house. Snodgrass came in, in respq:mse to Jack's invitation, and the boy entered with him. There was strange in the old gentleman 's manner. Jack could not tell what it was, but he had never. seen Mr. Snodgrass look so before. I The boy put his hands into his pockets in a self-confident way and stared round at the things on the walls of the room-at the crossed fencing foils, snowshoes, and other objects, and at the pictures and books. "Gee!" he cried. "I like this!" He was giving the boys not the slightest attention, until Snodgrass spoke. "Reel," he said, "these are the young fellows I was telling you about." The boy turneq round then, and advanced across the room. "Say," he said, extending his hand in almost a patronizing way to Jack, "I think I shall like this. What are those things up there?" "Those are snowshoes," said Jack, as he took the extended hand. "Oh, yes; you do have snow up here! I'd forgot about that. And can I learn to walk on those things?" "This is Jack Lightfoot, and that is Tom Lightfoot," said Snodgrass, by way of introduction. "So this is Jack, is it? We've rubbed noses before. Glad to meet you. Glad to meet you." He shook hands, also, with Tom. "This young gentleman is my nephew, Reelward Snodgrass," explained the old man, with something like an air of mingled pride and helpless resignati on. "\i\ T hich one of you is going to teach me?" asked Reelward Snodgrass, looking from one to the other.

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4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. When the Hincloo whisked av;ay the cloak the tree was seen to be much taller, and had blossoms on it. "J ee-iminy crickets !" Lafe muttered. Again the cloak was thrown over, and again taken off; and there stood forth in the center of the room a small tree with fruit, and the fruit was apples. The boy took one from the tree .and tossed it to Lafe Lampton. "Try it!" he said, with something like a chuckle. Lafe was dazed, but he caught the apple mechanic ally, as if it were a baseball. The glowing, mirror-like piece of furniture behind the Hindoo winked into darkness again. A moment later the lamp was turned on full, by the boy. snake, box and Hindoo were gone. But the boy stood there, smiling before Lafe; and in his hand Lafe held a reel-cheeked apple. "Test it!" said boy. Lafe was about to set his teeth in it. Then he checked himself. "No," he said, "I'm going to keep this thing, to see if this is all a dream. If I've got a real apple in. my fist when I wake up I'll know I've seen things. If I haven't, I'll know I was asleep." CHAPTER IL JACK'S VISITORS. When the servant let Jack and Lafe out of the house and they stood again in the bright sunshine of the outer world they had the queer feeling that what they had beheld had not been real, but only a dream or a figment of the imagination. "I've heard of those East Indian magicians," said Jack, "but I never thought I'd get to see one." "Nor I," said Lafe. He looked at the apple and took a bite out of it. "This is an apple, all right. Try it." Jack tried it through curiosity. "It wasn't any dream," he declared. "I wonder when that Hindoo came? I don't think anybody knows he's here." "'I wonder who that boy is?" Jack added. Jack was to have an answer to this question that same evening. He was seated in the shed room at home, talk-ing with Tom Lightfoot, telling him of the Hindoo snake charmer, when there was a tap on the door. when Jack opened it he saw Snodgrass and the boy. The boy had discarded his Indian garb and was clothed in ordinary costume, so that at first Jack did not recognize him as the youngster he had seen at Snodgrass' house. Snodgrass came in, in respamse to Jack's invitation, and the boy entered with him. There was something strange in the old gentleman's manner. Jack could not tell what it was, but he had neve1: seen Mr. Snodgrass look so before. The boy put his hands into his pockets in a self-confident way and stared round at the things on the walls of the room-at the crossed fencing foils, snowshoes, and other objects, and at the pictures and books. "Gee!" he cried. "I like this!" He was giving the boys not the slightest attention, until Snodgrass spoke. "Reel," he said, "these are the young fellows I was telling you about." The boy turneq round then, and advanced across the room. "Say," he said, extending his hand in almost a patronizing way to Jack, "I think I shall like this. What are those things up there?" "Those are snowshoes," said Jack, as he took the extended hand. "Oh, yes; you do have snow up here! I'd forgot about that. And can I lear:i to walk on those things?" "This is Jack Lightfoot, and that is Tom Lightfoot," said Snodgrass, by way of introduction. "So this is Jack, is it? Vv e've rubbed noses before. Glad to meet you. Glad to meet you." f He shook hands, also, with Tom. "This young gentleman is my nephew, Reelwarcl Snodgrass," explained the old man, with something like an air of mingled pride and helpless resignation. "vVhich one of you is going to teach me?'' asked Reelward Snodgrass, looking from one to the other.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 "We'll come to that in a minute, Reelward, if you'll be quiet," said the old gentleman. "But I'd like to know about those snowshoes! You don't expect to have snow soon, do you?" "Not before next winter," said Jack. "So long as that? I think I'd like to try them right away. You couldn't walk on them, if there wasn't any snow?" "Why, yes; but there wouldn't be any fun in it." "Then I'll try them to-morrow. And what was that you said, uncle, about skating?" "That will come next winter, too," said Snodgrass, sinking into the chair which Jack offered him. "The boys think of nothing now but base all." "Oh, I can play that, all right. We u sed to have a nine in Bombay. Don't you know I was telling you about that, uncle, and about the home-run hit I made that time? Gee! here's a bat!" He picked it up from the corner of the room and swung it round as if he were swatting at a ball. "Oh, say, that will be great! When are we going to have a game?" "There's to be a game next Saturday," Jack an swered. "Then I'll be in it! vVhoo-ee That's all right!" He swung again with the bat. "Reel ward, do be careful!" urged Snodgrass. "You came near hitting the lamp then." But, th o ugh he seemed nervous and strangely soft spoken, he smiled indulgently. "I have brought Reelward down here to introduce him to you. He is to live with me hereafter." "That's me," said Reelwarcl, as he dropped into a chair and l ooked at Jack and Tom, nursing the bat across his knees. ''I'm from Bombay, India. I was brought up in Bombay and in other parts of India, and never saw this country until a few weeks ago. .The way I happened to--" Snodgrass made a deprecating motion. "Reel ward, I'm to tell this story!" ''All right," said Reelward taking up the bat and swinging with it again. "Be sure you get it straight." "I'll get it straight," said Snodgrass, with a flush. "But for pity sake, don't knock me over with that bat! If you must wave it, go out into the center of the room with it." "Is this the bat you play with?" Reel ward asked. "No," said Jack. ''We use it sometimes in practice games." "This young gentleman is the son of my unfortunate brother," said Snodgrass, seeing that if he told his story he would have to go on in spite of the b oy's interruptions. "My brother was lost sight of for a good many years, and we didn't know what had be come of him. But it seems that lie died in Bombay, leaving this son, who at the time was but an infant. The boy's mother died there also, of fever. You re member the Hindoo who gave that most wonderful performance at my house this afternoon?" It was not likely that Jack could ever forgt that Hindoo. "The boy was taken charge of by him, and has been with him most of the time since. My brother, when he died, left some money, and it has been used to educate Reelward and pay his expenses." "Oh, but say, it doesn't cost anything to live in that country, as it does here!" the boy cut in. "Reel ward, let me tell this story!" "\Veil, you know it doesn't, uncle! \Vhy, clown at that hotel in New York we had to pay five dollars a clay apiece. Wasn't that something fierce?" He swung again with the bat. "\!\Then the money was gone Boralmo came to this country in search of me," Snodgrass continued. "He had my address, which my brother had left. It seems strange that in all these years he did not write to me, but Boralmo is a strange man, and it perhaps did not occur to him. Well, he came here, and then found me, bringing Reelward vyith him. They arrived this after noon." "And it was a hot, old ride, too, in that stuffy train!" said the boy. "vVhy don't you Americans have cars like the English, instead of cars where everybody sits together in one big room? I like the compartment cars the best myself. \l\Thy, to-day I actually had to sit by a man who made me think of a hog. Ugh!" "As I said," Snodgrass went on, "Reelward is 'o live with me now. I've been telling him about the boys

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6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. here, and especially about you, Jack. Ancl now I"ve brought him down here, and I'm going to put him under you, for you to train in athletics. He already under stands baseball. But most of the things the boys know and do here he seems never to have even heard of." "And ,, hen will you begin?" said the boy, looking at Jack. "Can't we ha Ye a ball game to-morrow?" Jack smiled at the enthusiasm -0f this strange young fellow. "Perhaps we can have a practice game," he an swered. "That will be all right. Anything. Just so I can "No, I attend the academy; he goes to the high school." "And you're his cousin! Well, that's funny! Which is the best school?" "I don't dare to answer that," said Tom, with a smile. "If I say the academy Jack will challenge me, for he thinks the high school is." "Which is the most stylish-the most fashionable? Oh, what is the word-swell? Yes, that's it. Which is the most swell?" "The academy," said Jack. "Then I think I'll join the academy. The swell crowd always gets the most plums of all kinds in this get to swat the ball. And, say, I want to play in that world," game Saturday. \\There is that gai;ne to be?" "Here. Cranford plays Highland Saturday." "\Vhaf s Highland?" "It's the name of a town, and of the nine from that town." "vVell, can't I be in that game?" "I'm ;:i.fraid not," said Jack. "We have our nme already made up. And, besides, no one can play on the nine who is not a student either of the high school or of the academy." "\Vell, I can belc.ng to one of those schools, can't I?" "The term closes now right away. The summer va cation is at hand." "But the school hasn't closed yet?" "No." "Then I'll belong to it, just to get on that nme. What else do I have to do?'.' "\Vell, you have to be a pretty good player." "I'm that, all right. Wow! I'll get on that nme. Say, I'll go to that school right off, and j oin the nine, and play in that game on Saturday." "V.,T ell, the cheek you show is the limit!" was the thought of Tom Lightfoot. As if he knew Tom's thought Reelward turned to him. "Are you on that nine?" "Yes," said Torn. "But he's the captain?" Tom nodded. "I suppose you belong to the same school?" Snodgrass smiled indulgently. "Reelward, as you'll find, has some strange notions. I don't think, though, that he'll attend that academy, while Prof. Sanderson is at the head of it. He's a man I haven't any use for." "\i\fhat's the matter with him?" the boy demanded. "I don't like him." "Just the same, I"m going to the swellest school. o cheap schools for me. When I was in Bombay I attended the finest school there." "Jack hasn't said that he will undertake to train you in athletics," reminded Snodgrass. The boy gave Jack a sharp look. "Oh, but he will!" he cried. "And he 'll put me on that nine, when he sees that I know how to play. Won't you?" He came over to Jack, laid his hand on Jack's shoulder, and looked him in the eyes. Jack laughed. "I'm willing to show you what I can, of course." "Oh, you won't need to show me anything about baseball. I'm up in that already." "I'll do what I can for him," said Jack, directing his words to Snodgrass. "That's good," said Snodgrass. "\Ve can't ask more than that. And, mind you, Reelwarcl, when Jack says that it means something." Reel ward dropped back into his seat, still holding the bat.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 "Get me into that game, Saturday," he said, coax ingly. The boy's manner amused Jack. "I'll tell you what I'll do. If you'll explain those tricks that Hindoo did this afternoon I'll teach you everything I know in the way of athletics." The boy shook his head. "I couldn't." "Why not?" I "It belongs to the mysteries. If I did that Boralmo would kill me. And, besides, it would be violating the oath." "What oath?" "\Veil, when you learn those things you have to join a certain secret society. I s'pose that's what you'd call it. The jugglers of India never teach their secrets ex cept to members of their own families or caste, or to certain other ones I don't know much now, myselfthat is, not much compared with what Boralmo does. I help him, that's all. When I was left with Boralmo by my father, before he died-that is before my father
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r 8 ALL-SPGRTS LIBRARY. up out of the floor," said Jack, recalling that wonder ru l performance I've seen him do even stranger things," said Reel, as he tipped further back in his chair and put the bat behind 11is head, holding an end of it in each hand. I "I saw him once make a snake come up out of the ground where there was neither snake nor hole." Jack was quite willing to believe it, after what he had seen. "And don't you know how these things are done?" "Honestly I don't, only some of the things. Most of the things he does, though, are pure trickery. That business this afternoon was trickery." "I could guess that" "Yes. Well, you noticed that several times the light went out, and at other times it grew so dim you could hardly see. Those were the times when he made his quick passes and changes. But he can really fool you right in broad daylight, with his sleight-of-hand, I mean. He says when I'm older he'll teach me all that he knows himself I told him one day I wanted him to teach me right then, for he might die and I'd never learn; but he only laughed and said that all his people lived to be at least a hundred years old and he intended to live that long himself." "Does he talk English?" said Tom. "Only a few words." "You learned it in Bombay?" "Yes. I forgot to explain about that. \Ve were a good part of the time living right in the European part of the city, and the school I went to vvas there. I got acquainted with a good many Americans, too, for there are Americans and American children in Bombay. It's a big city, you know, with English shops and banks and other things." He got up and walked round the shed room, admir ing the different things he saw, and asking innumerable questions. Coming back to the chair, he catechized Tom con cerning the academy and Prof. Sanderson. "I think that's the schoo l I'll go to," be declared, "even though uncle says I shan't." Tom went avvay after a while, when the hour grew late. Reel Snodgrass still sat in the chair. Jack found him a very interesting youngster, differ ent in every respect from any boy he had yet seen; and he plied him with questions. "See this!" said Reel, finally. He held up a bright metal disk, shaped like a coin, which was fixed to a sort of handle, and could be whirled very rapidly on the end of the handle. He set it to whirling. "Sometimes the fakirs, or jugglers, use this in their work with the snakes. The snake looks at it, for it shines, you see, very brightly while it whirls; and the snake, watching it, forgets about the man. 'JOne time I was out in the suburbs of the city of Bombay, and I came to a native hut, and in the thatch of the hut I saw a cobra. I held this up and set it to spinning this way, and the snake let me step right up and put my hands on it." Looking at the bright object whirling in the hands of the boy, and hearing the low monotone into which his talk had dropped, Jack Lightfoot found himself growing sleepy. He thought at first this was because the hour was late. He was interested in the story, and was picturing to himself the cobra as it lay in that thatch of the native house, when the words seemed to become lower and lower, and instead of looking at the whirling disk he thought he was looking into the bright eyes of the snake itself. Yet he felt no fear. He had, instead, a sense of ex hilaration; because, a it seemed to him, he could ste up and lay his hands on snake, as Reel had said he die\, and it did not offer to harm him. The eyes of the snake emitted flashes of light. Then Jack felt that he was drifting away away away. After that he did not know what occurred, until h felt some one shaking him by the shoulder. He yawned, stretched, and opened his eyes. His mother stood before him, with a lighted lam in her hand. "Jack, it's after midnight!"

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 He stared about. "That boy?" she asked. "Yes! There was a boy here, then?'' "Yes, that strange boy who came down here with Snodgrass. But he left more than an hour ago. I suppose you fell asleep after he went." Jack felt dazed. "Yes, I fell asleep ," he admitted. Then he followed his m o ther from the shed room into the house. He was still dazed when he reached his room, and instead of retiring at once, as his mother insisted, he sat down by the window, which was open. Sitting there, bathing his head in the cool air, he proceeded to think over the occurrences of the evening, and particularly of what had befallen him. The whole thing seemed like a dream. Yet from his mother's words he knew that Snod grass had come to the house and that this boy had ac companied him. "He must have hypnotized me, or put me to sleep," was Jack's conclusion. He felt a smothered wrath against the young fellow from Bombay, and also contempt for himself. "They say that only a fellow with a weak head can be used in that manner," was his thought. "I was easy. He simply set that disk to whirling, and began to tell that story in his soft, smooth way, and before I knew it I was a s leep." He was wide awake now, at any rate, as he sat thus thinking, staring out into the night. "If I tell the fellows about that they'll laugh at me. But I'll tell Tom and Lafe, anyway. Both have seen Reel Snodgrass, and Lafe has seen the Hindoo. That m st be one of their tricks. Well, Mr. has certainly picked up a queer specimen in this nephew, and the Hindoo is queerer still." Remembering the commands of his mother, Jack retired now, though he was not sleepy. But the sleepy feeling ,o vercame him again as soon as his head touched the pillow. When he awoke he heard his name shouted. The time was broad daylight; and, l oo king through the window, he saw Reel Snodgra s s in the yard. "I wonder if we couldn't have a little athletic prac tice this morning?" he shouted up to Jack. "I've come down early." CHAPTER IV. MORE ABOUT ;REEL SNODGRASS. "That was queer about you!" said Reel, when Jack had dressed and come down into the yard. "I mean the way you fell asleep last night while I was talking to you." Jack looked at him keenly. "Do you really think it was?" "Don't you think it was?" "No." "You don't? Why wasn't it?" "I hope you don't suppose it was anythingI could be pleased with." Jack scanned the face before him critically. It was the first time he had had a chance to see that face by the broad, clear light of day. It was a pleasant face, but with some weak and some cruel lines in it, perhaps due to the youth's early training. In addition it had the tanned or burnt look that comes from living under a hot sun in a hot climate. Reel Snodgrass flushed under Ja_ ck's steady gaze. "You mean you think I did that?" "I know you did." Reel stepped back and looked conft sed. "When you set that disk to whirling and began to talk in that low, slow way, you did it with the inten tion of causing me to fall asleep." "You're off, as you Americans say. I didn't do that to put you to sleep. I was tellihg you how I handled the snake, and the fi:st thing I knew you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you, so I slipped out and went home. You didn't stay there all night, in that chair?" "No.'' Jack again looked at him with that straight gaze. "You didn't do that purposely?" Reel flushed with sudden anger. "I've explained about it." "Answer me this, then. Don't these Hindoo magi cians and hypnotizers use something like that at times,

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IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. when they want to get some one under their influ ence?" "See here l" said Reel; "I can't quarrel with you, you know, for you're to show me the American games, and you're to get me on that nine." "I don't think I shall try to get you on the nine." Reel stared. "But uncle said you would l" "When did he say it?" "This morning, just before I feft the house. He said he knew you would do the best you could for me, on his account; and from the praise he gave you I judged that if you wanted to, you could put me on the nine right away." "I am willing, and even anxious to please your uncle," Jack acknowledged. "And I'll show you what I can of anything you want to learn in athletics. I've got dumb-bells, Indian clubs, foils and other things in the shed room-the room where we were last evening. But as for the nine, though I'm captain, I couldn't think of taking so important a step as putting you on it without consultirig the members. It wouldn't be right. And you aren't a student of any school." "I'm going into the academy to-day." "So Mr. Snodgrass gave in on that point, did he?" "Certainly. I knew he would." "Did you hypnotize him to get him to say so," Jack asked, with a meaning smile that caused Reel Snod grass to flush again. "Not on your life. I didn't have to. Did I say that right-'Not on your life'?" "That's some of the boys' slang." "I'm dropping to the slang right fast!" he laughed. "Or should I have said 'I'm dropping to it right smart'? It's almost like learning a foreign language, this American slang." "Better not use any of it," said Jack. "It don't help. you." "But you use it." "Yes, when I'm not thinking. I use it too much, perhaps. But come into the house. And you must take breakfast with me. After that I'll show you a few things in the shed room. But if you think of play ing ball, I'd advise you not to do much with the dumbbells, or clubs, or the punching bag; for if you're not used to them they may make you stiff and sore for a little while, and that wouldn't be a good preparation for a ball game." "Then you are going to put me on that nine? I knew you would." The confidence of this stranger was amazing. Jack did not like his manner of showing this confi dence, any more than he liked the trick he believed Reel had played on him the previous evening. Yet his desire to please Mr. Snodgrass was strong. Snodgrass had stood by him more than once as a firm friend at a time when he needed friends. And as Snod grass wanted him to put Reel through the athletic paces Jack would do the best he could by him. In the shed room, after breakfast, Jack showed Reel Snodgrass some of the many things he knew. Then they went out into the back yard, and worked a while at throwing and catching a baseball. While they were thus engaged Lafe Lampton came up, and was considerably surprised to find the young friend of the Hindoo there, for Lafe did not yet know of the evening visit of Snodgrass and his nephew to the shed room. "Hello, here's the other boy!" cried Reel, when he saw Lafe. "Come in and join us. We're having a little pitch and toss. "Do you belong to the academy, or the high school?" he asked, as Lafe came into the yard. "The high school," said Lafe. "I wouldn't be found dead in that old academy." Reel stared. What he had so far heard had made him think the academy was the more desirable school. I "Why?" he "Principally, because it's too swell." l Too swell? That suits me. The sweller the better." He looked Lafe over curiously, noting the careless ness of his dress. "Perhaps everything has to be too spick-and-span clean up there for you?" Lafe's sky-blue eyes looked him over coolly in re turn.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 'II "\Veil, yes, that's one reason. But there are others. You'll learn what they are if you ever go there." "I'm going there to--day, and I'm to join the baseball nine, and Saturday I'm playing with you fellows against Highland." "Oh, mamma !" gurgled Lafe, falling back against the fence in a pretended state of limp helplessness. "Who told you all that?" "He wants to do those things," Jack explained; "and Mr. Snodgrass wants him to." "Got any more ot those apples?" said Lafe, changing the subject abruptly. "Wasn't that a good one?" Reel demanded. "It was! Great." "\rVell, then, here is another off the same tree. Uncle Snodgrass said you were crazy for apples, and I "Hi! there," he would shout. "There's a silver quarter in your ear!" Then he would up and seem to pick that quarter right out of the ea r of the person he had addressed. Once when he thus appeared to pull a quarter out of a boy's ear the boy claimed it as his property, and there came near being a fight between him and Reel as to its ownership. Altogether, the first day at the academy was a great day for Reel, and when he came down to Jack Light foot's, after school hours, he was filled with content ment and enthusiasm. The boys of the athletic club and the nine were anxious to meet Reel Snodgrass, for his singular story had flashed all over town that day. Jack introduced him to such of the boys as he had brought it down for you." not already met, and an impromptu game of baseball Lafe caught it as it was thrown to him, looked it was introduced at once for his gratification. over carefully as if to assure himself that 1t was genJack found that Reel did not need much coaching. uine, then set his teeth into it. He was not as good a ball player as the best members "It's alJ right," he said. "How much do you want of the nine, but he was really better than some of the for that magic tree? I think I'd like to buy it." substitutes. CHAPTER V. HOW REEL SNODGRASS GOT ON TIIE NINE. Reelward Snodgrass was accepted as a student very promptly by Prof. Sanderson. As the nephew of Mr. Snodgrass, Reelward would be a rich young fellow, and that was the sort Sanderson liked to get into his academy. Jack was not surprised when, almost before the day was done, Reel Snodgrass had become one of the most popular of the boys at the academy. The strangeness of his appearance in Cranford, the fact that he had come there with a Hindoo snake charmer, who was even then at Snodgrass' house, and the further fact that Reel knew a lot of interesting and confusing juggling tricks, drew the boys, and the girls, too, round him in swarms. And Reel enjoyed every minute of this popular at tention. He had a very good opinion of himself and was a bit vain. And he liked to surprise the students with his jugglery. Reel could not get enough of baseball, and the boys continued on the diamond until sunset. Then they scattered hurriedly for home, for that night the Hindoo was to give an exhibition of his wonderful skill as a sleight-of-hand performer in the public hall, and all the boys wanted to go. There was a crush at the hall that night. It seemed that nearly the whole town turned out. The exhibition was a success i? every way, for the Hindoo was able fo do tricks on the stage, assisted by Reel Snodgrass, which were so and appar ently so impossible that they were the talk of the town for days afterward. When Reel appeared at the academy the next morning after some further exercise at the hands of Jack Lightfoot, he found that his popularity had grown to an amazing degree. The boys, and the girls, too, fairly.swarmed about him. Reel had some new things on tap, and to furtJ1er gain their good will he showed them how he did some of the more simple of his tricks. Then they plied him with questions concerning the

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12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. marvelous tricks performed by the Hindoo the night before in the public hall. "I can't do those myself," Reel confessed, but in a way to make them believe that he could if only he would and that he had a vast fund of mysterious lore which he chose to keep from them. This was another day of triumph for Reel Snod grass. Even Phil Kirtland, who never liked to play second fiddle to anyone, seemed quite won over by the clever ness of the boy from Bombay. That evening Reel Snodgrass was made a member in good and regqlar standing of the academy athletic club, and his name was the next day presented to Jack Lightfoot by Phil Kirtland as a candidate for the posi tion of substitut11 on the Cranford baseball nine. There were some things about Reel Snodgrass that Jack had not been able to like, notably the trick, if it was a trick, by which Reel had put him to sleep. / Yet there were other things in Reel which he rather fancied, and he was above all anxious to please Mr. Snodgrass, who for a long time now had been his ,. especial friend and admirer. So, as the thing seemed to me t the wishes of the boys, Jack gave Reel Snodgrass a position as substi tute. That appeared to put Reel in the seventh heaven of delight. Yet his ambition was not satisfied. He wanted to play on the nine in the game against Highland on Saturday. "Do you think it would be right?" said Jack, speak ing to him about it in the shed room one evening. "Why not?" This was not eno1.,1gh. "Uncle wants me to be in that game Saturday. He's very anxious about it." "I can't promise anything more than that I'll put you on if there's a chance." That afternoon Mr. Snodgrass met Jack on the street. He was smiling and seemed more like himself. Jack noted the difference in his manner. Yet he was not yet the familiar Mr. Snodgrass Jack had known. "Reel has been telling me about )'our offer to put him on the nine for the Saturday's game if you see an opportunity," he remarked. "Yes, I promised him I would if tbere was an open ing," Jack answered. "Can't you make an opening for him ? Can't you do that just to favor me, Jack?" "I would do anything in the world to please you, Mr. Snodgrass," said Jack, quite truthfully. "And if I could put him on the nine for the Saturday with out doing wrong to any member of the nine, as it is now made up; I should be glad to do so. But unless one of the nine steps out of his own free will I don't see how I can do anything." The next morning Jubal Marlin came up to Jack, smiling. It was the day before the game. "By hemlock, naow, if yeou had a chance tew make twenty-five dollars without
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. :13 out of the nine to-morrow when the nine plays High land." Jack's face changed. "Who made the offer?'' he inquired, thinking of treachery on the part of Highland. "Snodgrass," said Jubal.. "He seen me this mornin'. But yeou have tew help me aout, if I git the twentyfive. The propersition is that if I stay aout and this here new feller, Reel Snodgrass, is put on the nine in my place, I'm tew have twenty-five dollars right daown in my little fist. By granny, it will be an easy way tew make money!" "And you'd be willing to stay out?" said Jack. "Fer twenty-five dollars? By hemlock, I'd stop playin' fer a month fer that much. I don't git any money fer playin'; and if I can git somethin' fer not playin', why, that hits me." This was a very sensible way to l ook at it, from a purely business standpoint. Jack, however, was not built that way himself. He would not have remained out of that game when he could be in it for a hundred dollars. He might afterward have the feeling, if the game was lost, that he might have done something to cause the team to win; and then he would never have been able to forgive himself. But Jubal looked at matters from an 9th er viewpoint entirely. "Do you really mean that you will stay out, Jubal, and let Reel play in your position?" "Sure thing." "And you think it will be right?" "It's allus right tew make all the money yeou kin." I "Right to the other members of the nine, I mean? They depend on your batting ability, you know. You're our only regular left-handed batter. And sometimes a left-handed man can puzzle the twirler, when the rest of the batters can't. You've thought of that?" "I've thought of that twenty-five more'n anything else," Jubal admitted, with a grin. ''vVhy, see here!" He took out a pencil and an old envelope. "Looky here! Twenty-five dollars at compaound interest fer ten y e ars, compaounded twice a year, ekals--" dro pped down on the grass by_ the fence-thei were out in front of the house at Lightfoot's-an
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14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. such a feeling. Jack could not be sure. The only thing th::it made Jack at all willing that Reel should go on the nine was his anxiety to please Snodgrass. At that meeting it was decided that Reel should take Jubal's position. And in the practice game that followed Reel was inducted into all the secret signal work that was to be used in the game against Highland. There could be no doubt that Reel Snodgrass was Snodgrass declared, however, that it made her think of snakes. She declared another thing, with much vehemence to her friends, and this was that Snodgrass had not been the same man since the coming of the Hindoo. He had been abstracted, had answered her often as if he did not understand what she said, and seemed to be moving about all the time with his head in the clouds. But he admired the Hindoo, adored the boy, and, as he quick to learn. Before the practice work was over was master of his own ho.me, they remained in spite of that noon he had all the signals stowed away in his retentive memory. He was enthusiastic, too, for his work in the field and at the bat was very creditable. Jack even began to think that by exchanging him for Jubal the nine had been strengthened, though he re gretted that Jubal was not to be in the game. "By hemlock, if anybody's satisfied, I am!" said Jubal, speaking to Jack afterward, at the same time patting a buling lump in his pocket. "There's that little twenty-five stowed away right there. I'm goin' tew put it aout at interest right off. Soon's it was a sure thing that Reel was to be on the nine I struck old Snod fer the cash, he handed it aout like a lit tle man." CHAPTER VI. THE TEMPTATION AND THE THREAT. As Reel Snodgrass walked out that night he felt much elated. The hero worship in which he delighted had been given to him in abundance. All the boys, and many of the girls, of Cranford, had hung about him whenever it was possible and seemed to delight in his company. He knew that there was a glamour of ro mance clinging to him because of his manner of en trance into the place and his association with the Hindoo. The Hindoo kept himself out of sight, secluded in the Snodgrass home, where Mrs. Snodgrass did not like him and avoided him. But Boralmo only smiled mysteriously to himself, and squatted on the rug that he preferred to a chaii:, while he smoked strange aro matic tobacco in a queer pipe. To see him sitting thus made one think of Indian priests and incense. Mrs. Mrs. Snodgrass' evident disrelish of their company. 1\.s Reel walked forth thus, thinking of the sensation he was creating in the town, and pluming himself on it, he saw two figures approaching him. "Oh, they can't keep away from me!" was his thought. "Whenever I step out somebody' s laying for me, asking me to show them one of the tricks, or jus t anxious to look at me. I'm a wonder here." But when these two figures approached he discov ered that he had never met them before. "Reel Snodgrass?" said one of them. "That's what they call me," Reel answered, won dering if these two young men belonged in Cranford. "So we thought. If you'll just walk out along this road with us we'd like a few words with you." "Do you belong here?" Reel asked. "We'll tell you all aboi;it that when we've had our little talk. It will be to your interest to go with us and hear what we've got to say." There was a spirit of dare-devil adventure in Reel Snodgrass. "All right," he said. "I don t think I've met y o u before, but I'm a stranger here." Then they spoke of the weather, wondering if it would be fair the next day. Having gone beyond earshot of the nearest houses, one of the men said : "We understand you're to play on the Cranford nine against Highland to-morrow?" "Yes," Reel promptly answered, for that was a thing he was rather proud of. "Would you like to make a little money while y ou're doing it?" was the next question. Reel stopped and looked hard at the men.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 1 5 "I don't understand you!'' "You will, if you'll say whether you think you'd like to make some good money or not." "\Vhy, I've already paid twenty-five dollars for the privilege of being on the nine to-morrow." The men laughed. "So? That will be nuts for Highland, if they hear about it!" "They won't like it, you mean?" "Hardly." "Why not?" "It makes you a professional, doesn't it?" "I don't think I understand you," said Reel. "\Vell, you're an innocent guy for a ball player. A professional is one who plays for money. An amateur is one who plays merely for the love of it. Quite a you see." "But I'm not playing for money-I've paid money for the privilege of playing!" Reel explained further. They laughed again, and one of them, who was smoking a cigar, flicked the ashes of the cigar away with a finger on which a big ring blazed. "Kow, see here! You're name is Snodgrass, I believe?" "Yes. Reel Snodgrass." "And you're a stranger here:-'' "11y uncle lives here." "But you've ?" "Yes." "Now, how would you like to get that twenty-five back and a lot more? Did you fork over that your self?'' "My uncle paid it." "\Vell, say that twenty-five and some more-a good deal more-on top of it. You'd like to have a wad of money?" "I never saw the fell ow that wouldn't The man laughed easily and softly. "Kor I. And, Snodgrass, that's just what we're after-money. \Ve 're after a lot of it, and we want it To make the thing clear, we're sporting menbetting men, perhaps you'd say. We've got a big bet, several of them, in up on this game to-morrow To speak flat, we're in the hole a thousand dollars if Cranford wins, and we're billed to win an equal amount if Cranford loses. We thought we had a dead sure thing when we made those bets, for we had some tips showing that Highland was far and away the best nine. But we find we were fooled. The chances seem good right now that Cranford will win, if something isn't done to prevent it. Jow do you see what we're driving at?" "I can see that you don't want Cranford to win, but I know that I do." The man who had done most of the talking laughed again. "How much would it be worth to you to throw that ?"' game. "A thousand dollars," said Reel, cool as a cucumber "Phew You come high !" "Of course I know you wouldn't pay it. So that's why I said it." "But, seriously, how much do you want?" "I'm not for sale." "Oh, every man is for sale, if the right price ts named. Some think they're not. But that is because enough money was neYer offered to them." "\rVhat are your names?'" Reel demanded. "If we told you that, Snodgrass, you'd know as much as we do. And be sure that we know a good deal more than you suspect." "Oh, you can't bluff me!'' said Reel. "I've traveled. I've been about. Just remember that I wasn't brought up in any little two-by-twice village like this." "No, you're from Bombay!" "It was the second man who spoke, and he shot this at Reel in a savage tone. "Suppose I am, what of it?'' Reel demanded. "I j ust wanted to emphasize that you're from Bom bay--nit!'' "What do you mean by that?" Reel asked, but his tone had changed and the man observed it. "I doubt if you ever saw Bombay. And as to that Hindoo, e know more about him than is good for So, you might as well talk sense to us, and not b e SO flip I

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16 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Reel stared at the man in the half light with some thing like fear in his manner. "I don' think I want to talk with you at all," he declared, and turned as if to walk back into the town. But the voice of the other man detained him. "Now, see here! As my friend says, we know al cogether too much for the good of your Hindoo friend, and for you." "Perhaps you think I'm not what I claim to be?" said Reel. "But' I am. I'm the nephew of Mr. Snod grass, one of the best known men in this town, and if I put him after you he'll make it hot for you." "But you won't put him after us!" He puffed his cigar coolly, and again flicked off the ashes with his gemmed finger. "Now, we'll give you three hundred dollars in cash, if you'll throw that match to-morrow. And we ll hold off from your Hindoo friend and let him work hi s little game, whatever it is. We' re not interested in that, and don't care anything about it." Reel sto o d in hesitation, as if he desired to go back into the town and at the same time feared to. "What do you say? Three hundred to you, and we keep our mouths closed about what we know." "I don't know what you want me to do--that is, how you want me to work it?" ow, that's better-a good deal better. You know the si_gnals Cranford is to use, of course, for you're on the nine. Contrive a way by which you can transmit the signals to the captain of the Highland nine. The other members of the Highhnd nine needn't know anything about it-just you and the captain. You can meet him in the morning before the game. vVe'll fix that. And you and he can agree on your method." He stopped and again took a pull at his cigar. "Young man, I think you'd better accept it. It will be healthier for the Hindoo." "I'm playing a straight game here!" Reel declared, almost desperately. "Maybe. But the Hindoo isn 't. And we re not sure that you are." patience. He threw the half-smoked cigar to the ground. "Come here in the morning at seven o clock and have your answer right; and that you may be sure to get it right, say to that Hindoo that my name is Blondin!" He snapped out the words impatiently. "That's all, he said; and he turned and walked back toward the town. The other man followed him, and Reel heard them talking together, the tones seeming to indicate that the second man was trying to dissuade the first from s o me course on which be was determined. "What did he mean by that?" Reel a s ked hins elf. "Blondin! I never heard the name." He remained there until the men had disappeared ; then he hastened to Snodgrass' home for an interview with the Hindoo CHAPTER VII. THE GAME OPENS. The game between Highland and Cranford about to be called. The people had gathered by a s they al ways did at Cranford when two baseball nines were to meet on the diamond. Jack Lightfoot was there with his nine, which in cluded Reel Snodgrass, and the Highland nine had appeared, led by Sol Rus sell. Sol Russell was a comparatively new man in Highland, but he was a good baseball player and leader, and had been made captain of the nine, after it had g o ne to several defeats under the old captain. It was reported that in Russell' s hand s it had bec o me a splendid nine, and the Highland people were confi dent that it could to-day whip Cranford. Jack Lightfoot looked with some interest at the cap tain of the rival team, and saw a smooth-faced, blue eyed young man, who seemed to have all the ph ysi c a l energy needed His manner was somewhat abrupt and harsh with his men but he controlled them, and that was a thing much needed. Highland players were "I-I don't think I can go into this with you." sa id t o be a wild lot and the former captain had not For the first time the man with the cigar showed imh eld them very well in subjection.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As for Russell, he was looking at Reel Snodgrass rather than at Jack Lightfoot, and Reel flushed under his rather steady gaze, as if he found it annoying. Old Mr. Snodgrass had driven down to the grounds in his shining buggy, as was his custom, and he seemed to Have gained much of his old-time manner, a thing Jack was glad to observe. He spoke to Jack encouragingly, before the play began, in his customary, cheering way. "You f11USt win to-clay, Jack! I'm more interested than ever, since Reelward has a place in the nine." "We'll win to-day," Jack replied, knowing that a confident statement was what Snodgrass always wanted. "That's right-that's right! When you say it that way I know you will do it. And Reelward is a pretty good player, Jack?" "First rate," said Jack, feeling that he could say this quite truthfully. "Ah! I'm glad to hear that. If I was a boy nowif I was a boy now, I' cl be on your nine myself. Go in now, Jack, and do them up." Jack felt that he was prepared to do that very thing, for his nine was in tiptop condition. The line-up of the two teams was as follows : HIGHLAND. Perlie Hyatt, cf. Sol Russell, p. Tom Johnson, 3d b. Bill Miller, If. Kit Carver, 1st b. Ben Yates, 2d b. Link Porter, rf. Phin Hester, ss. Cale Young, c. CRANFORD. Tom Lightfoot, rf. Brodie Strawn, 1st b. Phil Kirtland, c. Ned Skeen, ss. L>afe Lampton, 2d b. Reel Snodgras$, 3d b. Wilson Crane, cf. Mack Remington, rf. Jack Lightfoot, p. There had already been some warming-up work, and a toss up had given choice of position to Highland, which they considered first blood, anc:! they went to the bat, amid the encouraging cheers of the Highland rooters. The important changes in the positions to be played by Jack's team was that Phil Kirtland was catcher, the po s ition so long held by Lafe Lampton, and that Lafe was on second base now, and Tom Lightfoot" in right field. Of course it will be noticed. that Reel occupied third bag, the position which Jubal Marlin had held down heretofore, and held down very creditably. Lafe had gone to second bag, giving up the catcher's position because the work was hard there, but chiefly because Phil Kirtland was crazy for the honor of being in the battery. And Phil had shown himself to be a good catcher; so that Jack was willing to make the change, so long as Lafe was equally willing that it should be made. Kirtland's vanity was thus flatteced, so that he did not object to playing under the captaincy of Jack Light foot, and did less "kicking." Jack, in managing a ball team, found that he had to consider things like this, if he wished to keep harmony in the organization. Harmony helps to win games, and Jack was anxious to win. The Cranford rooters broke forth again, when Hyatt, as the first batter up, faced Jack Lightfoot, who was in the pitcher's box. Jack started in well, by striking out Hyatt-a thing that the Cranford enthusiasts greeted cheers. Then Jack's luck seemed to change. He signaled to Phil that he would send a wide ball, iust over the corner of the plate. He sent it, with a sharp twist-butCrack Sol Russell caught it on the end of his long bat and sent it sailing. Wilson Crane was not 'able to get it and field it in before Russell was on second bag. Jack now signaled to the catcher that he would send a slow drop. He sent it. Crack! Tom J oh nson, a hard hitter, gathered that in on the end of his bat and lined it out. It was another two-bagger, and Russell came over the home plate, while Johnson gained second Up in the grand stand sat the two men who have already been presented to the reader. They smiled knowingly, when they beheld this work. "I guess our money is safe," said one, in a whisper. I

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18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Sure thing!': the other agreed. "We can't lose to-day." Then Jack was hit again; and he only prevented an other run by throwing out Tom Johnson at the home plate. Kit Carver went out at first on a hot ball from short stop, thus retiring the side. "Gee!" said Jack, as came in to the benches. "I don't know what's the matter with me this afternbon I couldn't gi v e them anything bu. t that they got it. I must be losing my science. T-hey seemed to know ever y time just what was coming and were ready for it." "Oh, a bad start makes a good ending!" declared Lafe, h opefully "You can t expect to strike men out all the time." Russell had shown himself a good batter, and the Cranford boys who had never seen him in the box were an xio us to see his work as pitcher. But o n the ball in, Tom Lightfoot hammered him for one bag; and Brodie Strawn, following Tom, laced out a two, sending Tom to third, which was hopefully well on the way home. Jack signaled now to Phil Kirtland to bunt down clos e to the plate. This throwing away of a possible chance to bat the ball into the outfield was a thing Phil never liked to do, but with Brodie, his close friend an
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20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The Highland rooters were yelling their enthusiasm, certain that their team would win. The Cranford enthusiasts were still cheering all they could for Cranford, but they began to feel that this was was not Cranford's clay. From the first the game had gone against Cranford. There even began to be some mutterings against Jack; and Jack heard the disheartening words more than once-words that give pain to any pitcher: "Take him out of the box-he's no good!" Even Jack's best friends began to think he had lost his grip. Jack kept his temper, used the spit ball all he could, and with splen.did support from the fielders and the catcher tried to keep the score down. So it had come ab o ut that rather poor batte rs like Skeen, who were seldom able to get a place hit, were the best batters on the Cranford nine, so far as puzzling the opposition were concerned. More than once when Skeen tried to put the ball in left it rolled off his bat and flew into right, and the left fielder, who was ready for it, had his effort for nothing. Ilaving seen just what was going on, Jack L i ghtfoot now found himself in a curious and unpleasant di lemma. Mr. Snodgrass was desirous that Reel should be on the nine that day. Snodgrass had often befriended Jack, and at times when Jack sorely needed a friend. Snodgrass was one of Jack's most enthusiastic ad mirers. CHAPTER IX. It was as plain as anything could be that if Jack JACK LIGHTFOOT's DILEMMA. accused Reel Snodgrass of treach:ry and giving away Jack Lightfoot's indignation had finally reached the the signals, Snodgrass would be offended. boiling point. Reel would, of course, deny the whole thing, would He had by careful watching proved to his own satiseven become indignant and make ugly countercharges. faction that Reel Snodgrass was giving the signals to And the chances were great that Snodgrass would the Highland team. believe Reel and would disbelieve Jack. He had observed that Sol Russell, the Highland cap Jack had the feeling that he could not afford to lose tain and pitcher, watched closely every movement Reel the good opinion of Mr. Snodgrass. made. It seemed almost better to let the game be played The members of the Highland team seemed to watch out to the finish, and let Cranford lose, rather than their captain, instead of Reel; so it was apparent that forfeit the good will of such a friend. Russell was receiving the signals from Reel and then But there was the team to be considered, and the repeating them to the Highland players. Thus it had come about that when Jack signaled to people of Cranford, who trusted in him and believed in Phil Kirtland that he meant to pitch a low ball the him. man at the bat was ready to receive a low ball. To permit the game t o go o n in this way would be \Vhen Jack signaled that the ball would be wide out, treachery to the Cranford nine and the Cranford peo-or a drop, or an incurve, the batter was ready for it. ple. In the same way, when the Highland boys were in "But"-Jack compressed his lips in determination-the field and Jack signaled to one of his batters to try "what is right is right! The fellow is a young scounto place a ball, or to steal a base, or any other thing, drel and traitor, and he ought. to be exposed. If he the Highland boys were ready for this particular hit or isn't, the game is gone, and I will be really to blame. movement. If I hadn't discovered it, the thing would be different. Instead of trying to do great work in the pitcher's Now that I have di s covered it there's nothing left for me to do but to act." box, Russell was letting the Cranford batters hit him and place the balls, knowing that his own men were He now spoke to several members of the nine-to ready for whatever hits came. Lafe and Tom, to Ned Sk.een, an.cl to Brodie and Phi11

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22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. CHAPT'ER X THE GAME GOES ON. The Cranford nine went to the bat 111 the second half of the eighth inning with the score overwhelm ingly against them-seven to two. Yet they were more than ever filled with a deter mination to win the game. "I was a fool in one thing," was the thought of Sol Russell, as he entered the pitcher's box. "Why didn't I make that idiot teach me the Cranford signals, instead of having him signal them to me? That cer tainly was the worst break I ever made! But I know some of them-more than half of them, and I'll take advantage of it." But he had still a few things to learn. Ned Skeen was the first name called by the um pire. Ned foule and then fouled again, and finally struck out. This was a very bad beginning, and Neel flushed as he threw down the bat and walked back to the benches. "Howling mackerels, that was awful!" he confessed. "But I couldn't help it. He's throwing a different ball from what he did before." This was true. Up to this time Russell had not sought to do the very best he coLild as a twirler, relying rather on his fielders and the knowledge he had of Jack's signals. But sturdy Lafe Lampton was the next batter called by the umpire, and Lafe was a sure, hard hitter. He lounged to the rubber as if he felt too lazy to lift the bat, but when he stood in position his blue eyes were alert and he was ready for anything that came. Russell sent him a swift in-shoot, and got a strike. Then he gave Lafe a slow drop. Lafe gathered it in, and it went into the outfield so deep that the fielde: had to run for it. Sprinting for first, and then on to second, no one Lafe did not stop until he rested securely on the sec ond bag. So far Jack had given no signal. Now he signaled to Bob Brewster, as it seemed to Russell, to try to get a place hit in right. Russell saw that signal and wig-wagged to the right fieldee. But here was where Russell was making a mistake. Jack had shifted to a new set of signals, which the nine had used before and with which they were well acquainted. What had seemed to Russell a signal for a hit into right field was really a signal for a hit into left field. Jack smiled grimly, when he saw the right fielder get into position to receive that right-field hit, while the left fielder stood inattentively. Jack rather doubted Bob Brewster's ability to make that place hit, yet he knew the good-natured red headed giant would make the best attempt he c o uld. Twice the ball came over. Then-Crack! Brewster placed it deep in left field, to the amaze ment of the fielder, who was n o t looking fo r it, and to the disgust of the man in right, who was in p osition and ready to receive it. On that deep-left place hit Lafe Lampton came home, and Bob Brewster gained sec o nd. The encotiraged Crainford fans tuned up s haking out the little flags they had supplied themselves with and yelling to crack their tl11ioats. Grand stand and bleachers were a sea of waving color, as the fans screamed their joy. .. "That batter did that by pure accident," was the thought of Sol Russell, who had not yet discovered that Jack had made a change of signals. Long-legged Wilson Crane now poked h i s long no s e over the rubber and held up Old wagon Tongue. Jack signaled for a place hit in right field, and Ruswho saw Lafe thus running would have thought he was sell again mistaken, thought it was for a grass cutter the boy who had loafed so lazily up to the plate. Lafe past third, and so signaled. was lazy in a good many things, but never so lazy that \Vilson got his place h it, after b eing alm os t struc k he was not equal to an emergency when it came to out. him. But the right fielder was more wide awake this time,

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. and sent the ball so quickly to first that Wilson came near going out there. Yet Bob Brewster had succeeded in gaining third. Mack Remington now came to the rubber, and Jack was a bit afraid of Mack's batting abilities. He signaled to Mack to bunt. Russell wrongfully interpreted the signal to mean a hit past short. He signaled to his fielders that the batter was to try for a hit past short, and he himself got ready to get the ball if it came near him The catcher, who had al s o observed Russell's re peated signal, looked for a ball to s hort, if the plac e hit was secured, and so not prepared for a bunt. In trying to get his hit Mack knocked a little fly. It popped over into the mid s t o f some spectators who had crowded too close to the diamond, but was still not foul. The catcher had to run for it, and the spectators interfered with him, so that before he could secure the ball and get back to the rubber, Bob Brewster, who had come lunging in with the speed and force of a steam engine, was safe. Wilson had gained second and was almost a third of the way to third, but the catcher threw to Russell and drove him back for safety. Then Jack Lightfoot took up the timber, as his name was called by the umpire. There was no better batter on the nine. Russell knew that. He watched Jack closely, to see the signal he gave to Wilson on second. Wilson was playing off daringly, believing that Jack would be sure to get a hit. Jack signaled that he would try for one in deep center. Russell, still deceived by the change in the signals, took it to mean that he would try for a bounder down past second. Hence, instead of getting back, the outfielders crept in, just the thing they should not have dog.e. Jack smiled to himself when he saw that. He understood the situation, and knew how he had fooled Russell. Russell was anxious, as a pitcher, to strike Jack out. It would be something of a plume in his bonnet if he c o uld do that. Hence he began to send in swift curves. Jack let them go by, studying them, until two balls and one strike were called. Then he connected. Crack! It was a terrific hit, right over the head of the center fielder, who had run in to back up the shortstop and the second baseman. Ned Skeen popped to his feet like a jumping jack, wildly excited, while that glorious hit stirred the en thusiasm of every member of the nine, as well as the how ling fans. "Go! Oh that was a beaut! Howling mackerels! Look at it! That fielder can t g et it in a week!" Jack was go ing," and so was Macklin Remington and Wilson Crane. Mack had been on first and Wilson on second Wilson came home. Mack Remington, crowding him hard, also came h ome. Jack went to second, then to third. Ned Skeen, who had run to third to coach, yelled for him to "go home!" And Jack went, like lightning. In bleachers and grand stand people were standing up, simply howling-howling. The ball was coming in. Sol Russell ran out to get it. But when he turned with it to throw to the rubber, Jack had thrown himself in a slide and was safe. Tom Lightfoot now sent a ball into right-and was caught out. Brodie Strawn had two strikes called on him-an unusual thing for Brodie-and then pulled two bags. Then-it was a sickening thud for his proud spirit -Phil Kirtland, in trying to make a place hit that would bring Brodie in, sent the leather straight into Russell's hands, and was out! But what a change had been made in the score cards! Now the score stood seven to seven. The game was a tie. CHAPTER XI. THE NINTH INNING. The Highland boys came to the bat in the opening of the ninth inning feeling rather queer. They had gained their great lead not through su perior playing, but through treachery, and now they had lost it. The thing for them to do now was to get as many:

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26 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Jack was in hisroom upstairs; and when his mother called up that Reel was in the yard, Jack asked him to come up into his room. Reel looked confused and humiliated as he shuffled in, something like a peacock after its gaudy feathers have had a soaking in a rain storm He dropped into a chair almost without a word of greeting. Jack sat down close by him, after giving him a friendly greeting. "I want to tell you how that was," said Reel, in a l ow voice. "Of course you've made out a bad case against me, in your mind. But ler me tell you how it was He looked at Jack keenly with his bright eyes, fairly b oring him with them. ''All right," said Jack. "Go ahead. I'm quite will ing to hear whatever you've got to say by way of ex planation." Reel began to talk in an apologetic tone. B ut instead of beginning the explanation which Jack expe cted, he began to talk about the Hindoo and his marvelous skill as a magician He told of the life of a wandering magician in India, and of his own life as h e wandered from place to place with Boralmo. It was a marvelously fascinating tale that he SJlun, whether true or false, and Jack was soon listening with the greatest interest. According to Reel's story he had been pretty well all over India, encountering many strange people and m eeting many queer adventures. As he ta1ked on Jack began to grow sleepy. Noticing it, he tried to straighten up, but somehow t he charm of Reel's words kept him from doing so, and he sat there in the chair while Reel continued his fascinating narrative. Then he struggled again, al most fiercely this time, but Reel's will overcame him. After a little Reel arose with a strange smile on his face, and Jack sat still in the chair, staring as if at vacancy. Taking from Jack's desk, near at hand, writing ma terial, Reel put them in Jack's hands and told him to w r ite, dictating the words : "DEAR MR. SNODGRASS : I find that I was mistaken in what I said against Reel. He did not do the things I thought, and I beg your pardon and his for saying that h e d i d." Jack not only wrote this, but when Reel told him to he signed his name to it. Reel put the slip of writing in his pocket, replaced the writing material where he had found it, and th& went out of the house. He spoke to Mrs. Lightfoot, in the hall below, saying that Jack was going to bed and then he let himself out of the yard a.t the paling gate and hastened on uptown. Jack still sat m the chair, without motion, after Reel's departure. After half an hour had passed he struggled as if he were trying to arouse himself from sleep. The fact that, on discovering he was falling asleep under the hypnotic influence of Reel's words and eyes, Jack had made a fierce struggle to throw off and over come the influence, had kept Reel from succeeding as fully as he believed he had. Jack was temporarily well under the influence which Reel had been able to exert. He had again been taken unawares, and so had suc cumbed. But the resistance he had made bore now strange fruit. He did not recover his ordinary wide-awake con sciousness, but appeared to be in the telepathic state \Yhich sometimes accompanies the hypnotic trance. This is the condition which clairvoyants are said to fall into when they see things that are otherwise un knowable. / Jack had some singular telepathic power now. He knew what had happened to him, though unable to cast it off. He knew that Reel Snodgrass had been there in the room and had thrown him into this con dition. More than that, he felt that Reel contemplated something sinister and deadly, or that the Hindoo did, against Mr. Snodgrass. He seemed to see Reel as he retreated up the street toward the Snodgrass residence. Whether this was telepathic seeing or merely his fancy that he saw Reel can hardly be known. It seemed to him real, at any rate. with the feeling on him so strongly that the Hindoo meant harm to Mr. Snodgras s Jack got out of his chair, put on his hat, and walked softly downstairs He was now like one who walks in his sleep. He looked straight ahead of him, as if he did not see any thing, yet h e opened and closed the lower door, went s oftly: into the yard, and then on into the street.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. His mother had retired, when Reel told her that Jack had gone to bed, and she knew nothing of the fact that her b o y was now leaving the house. When in the street Jack took the familiar path to the residence of Mr. Snodgrass. As he hastened al ong he seemed to see Reel enter the h o u s e and g o into the room where the Hindoo was. He knew thi; ro o m for he had been in it once himself. It was the bedr oo m which Snodgrass occupied very o ften, and adj o ined the library connecting with it by a curtained d oo r, so that late at night, when tired of reading or writing, Snodgrass could slip in there and g o t o bed without disturbing anyone in the house. Jack seemed to see Mr. Snodgrass in there, confro nted by the Hindoo. Reel did n o t appear to be present in this room now, and Jack did not now seem to kno\v just what had b e c o me o f him. But he saw, or thought be saw, the Hindoo v ery plainly, and the presence of the Hindoo in that roo m b o ded ill o f s o me kind to Mr. Snodgrass. With this feeling on him, Jack quickened his steps and w a s soo n in front of the Sno dgrass house. The stre et wa s gloomy and the hou s e was dark. All ab o ut the h o u s e and within it was silence. If Jack had been in his nonnal ordinary state o f min d he w o uld have stopped at the gate, for there was n o thing to be seen or heard to create the least susp1c1on. Yet he sti11 belie v ed he saw into that room. He seemed to be able to l oo k right through the walls, his v i s i o n pentrating s o lid sub s tances as the mysterious x -ray penetrates solids. Whether he saw anything or n o t he had the feeling and the belief that he did. A certain cunning caution came to him now. He knew if he rang the bell that would arouse the h o u s e and warn everyone within of his presence. He chuckled a s he thought how clever he was to think of that and to take precautions. Hence, after passing through the gate, in doing wh i ch he made no more sound than if his feet were sh o d with velvet, he walked softly round the house until he approached the window which he knew opened int o the bed chamber that adjoined the library. A t t his p o int s omething seemed to snap in Jack's head. He reeled drunkenly, as if he were about to fall. He put his hands to his face, for a mist swam before his eyes and he felt giddy. But instantly the feeling was gone. Jack looked around. He had come out of the hypnotic, sleep-walking trance, and was bewildered. At first he did not know where he was, and he felt confused. Then he saw that he was in Snodgrass' yard. More, he saw that the window near which he stood was open. Beyond the window he heard strange words in some outlandish tongue-words that seemed to be muttered as if the speaker were talking to himself. Then Jack recalled what had happened to him. The thing was as hazy as a half-remembered dream, but he recollected enough of it to enable him to under stand how he came to be there in the darkness by that window. The whole thing was so singular and uncanny that he felt himself trembling, while perspiration came out all over his body. He began to wonder, too, what would be said if he were seen there. The words he had heard now came again. They showed impatience and irritability. Then a tiny light flashed, coming from what ap peared to be a small, electric torch. By that light Jack saw the Hindoo down on his knees before Snodgrnss' private safe, while Snodgrass himself lay stretched on the bed as if dead. All Jack's fears for Mr. Snodgrass' safety, and the feeling that the Hindoo meant harm to him, came back. Yet he hesitated, trembling. He could not afford to make a mistake here. He was about to run round to the front of the house and ring the bell for the purpose of summoning Mrs. Snodgrass or the servant. Then he heard the Hindoo at the open window. The light flashed again, and showed that the Hindoo bore some sort of bag in his hands. The Hindoo let himself through the window, closed it softly after him, and turned as if to go. Though he had no proof more than he had seen, Jack was as certain Boralmo had rifled the safe and now had its valuables in that bag as he had ever been of anything in his life. At any rate, as he had seen the Hindoo slip softly out of the room, in this suspicious manner, Jack felt that he could with justice now interfere. He stopped only for a moment to consider the danger to himself. It was great enough to have de terred most boys. Then he called for help as loudly as he could, and threw himself upon the astonished Hindoo. So sudden and unexpected was Jack's assault that the Hindoo tumbled back against the wall, dropping the bag out of his hands.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Help!" Jack yelled, clutching the little, brown man by the throat., "Help! Help!" His voice rang through the silent street. The Hindoo, struggling and frantic with sudden fear, struck at his assailant with the knife he carried in his belted sash. The keen blade ripped through coat, .and its point scratched the skin. Jack half released his hold and struck the knife hand a terrific blow with his fist. The Hindoo struggled again and cried out strangely, / while Jack clung to him and once more called for help. Then the agile magician slipped out of his gaudy upper garment, as an onion peels out of its skin, and Jack fell back holding the garment in his hands while the Hindoo fled out into the darkness. There were cries of alarm in the house and a patter of running feet on the street. A light flashed in the bedroom, shining out into Jack's pallid face, and a shriek came from the lips of Mrs. Snodgrass. Kennedy, the night watchman, came leaping into the yard, ewinging club and revolver. He saw Jack reeling and white in the light of the lamp from the window. "What's up?" he demanded "Take this!" said Jack. "I'm going into this room!" He tossed the garment to the bewildered watchman and sprang through the window. Kennedy was about to follow, when Jack told him to pick up whatever he found on the ground by the window. Within the room J(:k found Mrs. Snodgrass bend ing over Snodgrass, who had come out of the hypnotic state into which the Hindoo had thrown him. Jack came to the conclusion later that the cry which the Hindoo uttered had released Snodgrass from his singular trance. The private safe of Mr. Snodgrass was open and the money it had held was gone. Snodgrass was reeling as if he could not understand where he was or what had happened. Mrs. Snodgrass begged him to lie back on the bed, insisting that he was sick. "No, I'm not sick," he declared, "but I feel queer. Something's the matter with my head." "Where is that Hindoo? Did he do that?" Mrs. Snodgrass asked, indicating the open safe. Snodgrass stared at the safe. "How did that get open?" he inquired. "The Hindoo opened it," said Jack, "and I think he took whatever of value was in it. He had something in a bag, which he dropped when I tackled him. Mr. Kennedy now has that bag." "And I've got a queer knife here, too," said Ken nedy, now coming through the window. Snodgrass was staring. "The Hindoo ?" he gasped. "What Hindoo ?" "Why, Snodgrass, are you crazy?" said his wife. "What Hindoo? That's a pretty question." "Well, I say again, what Hindoo? What are you talking about?" / Then he remembered, hazily, as Jack had done, some of the many things that had occurred to him. He had undoubtedly been hypnotized and induced to give up tj:Je of the safe. And he de clared, later, that he must have been under hypnotic influence when he did some of the other queer things of which he had been guilty that week. But he stuck to one thing, and that was that Reel Snodgrass must be his nephew, for he did have a brother who died in Bombay, leaving there a son, under the circumstances which the Hindoo and Reel had reported. But Reel had vanished, too with the Hincloo. The money and other things taken from the were found in the bag. The knife that had s lashed Jack's coat and cut to the fles h Jack kept as a souvenir, while Snodgrass took possession of the queer East Indian garment which had dropped from Boralmo as he fled. "It's a lucky thing he left these things," said Jack, speaking to Kennedy. "Otherwise there are people who might think I am lying and had something to do with robbing that safe myself. But I don't feel at all proud of what I did, when I remember how easily Reel threw me into that queer trance." "But Reel will come back!" said Snodgrass, posi tively. "He is my nephew, I'm sure, and he'll come back. I don't believe that he had anything to' do with this attempt at robbery. He'll come back!" THE END. Next week's issue is No. 19, and it is another capital baseball story, "Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, How Victory Was Snatched from Defeat." The base ball season is in full swing now, and nearly every boy in America is playing the great American game. And every boy will want to read and will be pleased with this baseball story.

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A CHAT WITH YOU Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around the camp fire, and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young who care to gather there, answering such letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various healthy sports, both indoor and out. We should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your f,avorite publication. Besides answering the various letters and giving advice on athletics, we are publishing from week to week a short essay upon some timely topic, such as "How to pitch a drop ball," and other things that most boys desire to know, told in a manner that may be easily understood. It is the editor's desire to make this department one that will be eagerly read from week to week by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of valuable assistance in building up manly, healthy Sons of America. All letters received will be answered immediately, but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of thcYdate of issue. Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience. PITCHING. Once there was a young amateur ball player who did not want to be pitcher. That's a fairy story. Every real boy thinks that he is the pitcher, the coming pitcher of the game. There's something doing round the pitch er's box all the time, and every live American lad wants to be where there is something doing. Then, there is the fun of putting the other fellows out. As the Bow ery boy said: "De pitcher's de cheese," every time. Most professional players were pitchers once before they took up work in other positions, and the captain of the amateur team usually finds everyone thinks he can pitch, and mighty few who are willing to play elsewhere, until they learn better. If you want to pitch, ask yourself if you have fair control of the ball. Standing in the box, can you place the ball where you want it to go? If you can't, you'll have to learn how to before you can play ball in that position. Don't trouble your head about speed, but prac tice until you can hit your mark every time. And don't make the mistake of training yourself to hit a bull's-eye. The man behind the bat is not a target. Pitch to a catcher over some sort of a plate, a square of ground, a piece of board, a glove ; aim to send the to the right, to the left, over the center. If you can, get some one to take the bat; but if you can't do that, practice over some sort of a plate. When you can place the ball where you want it to go, you've got control of the ball, and that means that you can pitch and have the batter at your mercy. Forget curves, unless you're left-handed, "south-armed,'' as the professionals call it; then, pitch to overcome that habit. A left-handed pitcher will do some queer stunts unless he has perfect mastery of the ball, and he must work hard and constantly until he is able to throw as straight and sure as the right-handed man. 'Vhen you can control the ball, it's time enough to think of curves; many a good pitcher never uses these, and many a great game was played before they ever were thought of. But first, last and all the time, the success ful pitcher must be able to send the ball where he wants to, without the shadow of a doubt. Don't pitch with your arm only. Learn to use every muscle of your shoulder and back. Lots of young play ers think all they have to do is to stand both feet flat on the ground and let the ball drive by the good strength of their biceps. It ruins the arm. Let your body swing with your arm, and when it comes to the throw you'll have the battery of swing, back, neck and shoulders be hind the ball. Such play will not injure your control in the least and will save your arm. Take care of your arm. That's your bank, and if you neglect it you may find yourself out of the game for good. Don't consider any indication of wrong as too trifling; if your arm aches, take a rest. The player who goes on the principle of always working is a fool. A little idleness is a good thing. Keep the arm protected, but not wrapped up. To wear bandages is to weaken the muscles and eventually lose power. Don't use ad vertised remedies, to take away1hat tired feeling; many a professional player has burned all the life out of his muscles by trying such nostrums. Avoid them. Protect your pitching shoulder, too; constant exercise develops these muscles so highly that they become very sensitive to even slight draughts. Wear a piece of flan nel for protection's sake. When your arm gets tired, rest it and rub it with witch hazel; let it soak in a warm bath now and again. When you can, give it a little massage or rubbing. With proper use of your body and these simple remedies when tired, and judicious rest, your arm will seldom trouble you. Pitching is a big subject, and as our space for is limited, further points in the pitcher's work, with a discussion of some of the season's plays, will be deferred to the two succeeding issues. Will you please tell me what a boy of fourteen should measure and weigh to be just about the right thing? I am five feet four inches tall and tip the scales at a hundred and twenty-seven. J. B. L. Raleigh, N. C. All we can say, my dear boy, is that you are evidently living on the fat of the land in your borough. Raleigh must be a healthy place to grow up in. You could easily knock off fifteen or seventeen pounds and still be in prime condition, for the proper weight of a young fellow of your height is something like one hundred and ten pounds. Still, it is difficult to tell with boys of your age, usually grow'mg very rapidly. 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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 1ctic development, we would say a girth of some 33 inches around the chest; 26 inches about the waist; hips, 33 inches; thighs, 19 inches, and calf 13 inches, would about fill the bill. Take more exercise and reduce your weight, if you wish to be called an athlete. Fat is the deadly enemy to distinction in that line. Perhaps you may think it a funny thing for me to say I felt glad Jack Lightfoot's team was beaten at base b'1ll in a recent number of the ALL-SPORTS. An author, in my opinion, makes a big mistake when be has his hero a l ways win in everything he attempts. Boys soon learn t o l ook upon such a character as unreal, since it does not stand to reason. He must have bis poor days, and take his "knocks" along with the rest. Of course every reader and admirer delights to see Jack come out ahea,d in the majority of his battles, though only through superior abilities and a shutting of his teeth together with a snap, rather than because luck favored him. Mr. Stevens seems to understand a boy's nature from the ground up, and I hope he will continue to give us such genuine stories of real "sport" as he has up to the present. We are not ashamed to be found reading the ALL-SPORTS LI BRARY. Indeed, I take mine home openly, and the rest of the family are pretty nearly as much interested in the Cranford crowd as I am. I would like very much to see this in print, bet:ause I really think many boys believe just as I do about Jack. He's all right, and so are some of the other fellows. I think that Phil Kirtland would become quite a fine character if only he could throw off hi s desire for show, and wanting to play to the galleries. Mt. Sterling, Ky. DAVID R. CooK. We rather think you will find that Mr. Stevens can be depended on to look out for his boys. He tells us that it is his desire to gradually develop the characters of several who figure in these stories, building them up by degrees, as they meet with trials and adventures in the wide field of sport, until he hopes his r eade rs may have come to look upon them in the light of old friends, and gladly renew their acquaintance from week to week. And what you say about the rest of the family liking ALL SPORTS pleases us because that is what we are trying to make it, a clean sheet, of which no lad need feel ashamed. Is there any way in which I can increase my height? I am very 'Sensitive about being undersized, and would go to a great deal of trouble if in some way I could only grow faster. I am fourteen. A Bov. Now we fear you have put us "in a hole," so to speak. You remember the Good Book declares most positively that in no wise may a man increase his stature even one cubit. All we can say is that there seems to be J?lenty of hope for you. At fourteen we have seen many lads who appeared to be stunted in their growth when, in fact, th ey had not as yet the growing age. Meeting them a few years later we found them husky young giants. Keep cheerful, exercise freely, feed well, and above all, avoid the use of stimulants and tobacco, for thes e do more to retard the natural growth of young fel lows than all other agencies combined I write in connection with your publications. They are taking right along in my town, considering what a short time it has been since they made their appearance. My first order of two copies for each has been increased to eight. They are, indeed, all that you claim for them. How about an applause column for ALL-SPORTS? We could then tell who the readers were all over the coun try. I am a reader of, as well as a dealer in, your pub lications. I like to sell good books to boys, and I think ALL-SPORTS the best on the market. Ripley, Miss. J. R. BAINS, Manager "Little Bonanza News Company." Those are cheery words, and we thank you, friend Bains, for the deep interest that you have taken in ALL SPORTS, both as a reader and a selling agent. You evi dently know about what the boys want, and what will do the most good in making them more vigorous, manly and generous-hearted. We hope to grow in time; but, after all, it is quality, not quantity, that counts, and our best efforts will be directed toward excelling all others in the class of material we offer the great reading public of "corning men of America." I see you have opened a department where the readers of ALL-SPORTS can have a friendly chat once a week, and perhaps compare notes in connection with athletic matters. That is as it should be. I have always thought that such a thing drew the readers of a boys' paper closer, and aroused a greater interest in what was going on. I con fess that I'm a great admirer of your publication. In the first place, the stories please me, being just the kind I've always liked. Then again, I find that I can pick up many useful hints in connection with things athletic, to which my fancy seems to run. And now that you have found it necessary to open an applause and athletic department in order to answer the many letters received, my joy is complete. Count on me to stand by you right along, and more than that, I think every boy who enjoys ALL-SPORTS should feel it his duty to interest his com rades. I've already influenced three fellows to take it, and every time they see me they declare it's all I boomed it up to be. By the way, is my weight up to the standard for a young fellow standing five feet six in his socks? I tip the scales at a hundred and twenty-three pounds. Thanking you in advance, and hoping that I may see this in the Chat columns soon, CHATZ G. BROWN. Rahw ay, N. J. We think you present our case very strongly, friend Chatz; and can only r epea t once more our assertion that we feel confident of heing able to influence any lad for the better who becomes a constant reader of ALL-SPORTS. By this we mean both morally and physically. While Jack and l)is chums do not pose as saints, but healthy boys, prone to stumble and even fall at times, they have high aims and ambitions, and seek to elevate themselves as they move along their appointed path in life. And we warmly thank you for spreading the fame of ALL-SPORTS among your friends. Such missionary work is the best evidence of your deep interest in the success of your fa vorite paper. As to your weight, you seem to be pretty close to the average, only a couple of pounds too heavy.

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comE BOYS, CET THE L -SPORTS LI R A RY u Teach the American boy how to beoowe an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United States.,, -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story is of ge!lerous length. You are / looking for a big five cents worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things, it has its imitations. 1-J ack Lightfoot's Challenge; or, The Win ning of the Wager. 2-Jack Lightfoot' s Hockey T earn ; or, The Rival Athletes of Old Cranford. 3-Jack Lightfoot's Great Play; or, Surprising the Academy Boys. 4-Jack Lightfoot's Athletic Tournament; or, Breaking the Record Quarter Mile Dash. 5-Jack Lightfoot in the Woods; or, Taking the Hermit Trout of Simms' Hole. 6-Jack Lightfoot's Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. r 7-J ack Lightfoot's Crack Nine; or, How Old "Wagon Tongue" Won the Game. 8-Jack Lightfoot's Winning Oar; or, A Hot Race for the Cup. 9-Jack Lightfoot, The Young Naturalist; or, The Mystery of Thunder Mountain. lo-Jack Li g htfoot's Team-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. II-Jack Li g htfoot's Home Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Hap pened on a Century Run. 13-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, A Young Athlete Among the Hoboes. 14-Jack Lightfoot, the Magician ; or, Quelling a Mutiny in the Nine. 15-Jack Lightfoot's Lightning Battery; or, Kid naping a Star Pitcher. 16-J ack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and Hounds Over Cranford Hills. 17-Jack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jocl{ey for Just One Day. 18-Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma ; or, A Traitor on the Diamond. 19Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Fiqish; or, How Victory Was Snatched From Defeat. 20Jack Lightfoot in Camp ; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-Jack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. I 22-J ack Lightfoot's "Stone..,.., Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. . For Sale by -11 Newsdealers, or aeat, postpaid, upoa ncelpt of price by publishers . : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YOR.11

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I IHI: RED RAVl:N LIBRARY SEA. This library represents an entirely new idea. It is totally different from any other now published. The stories detail the adventures of three plucky lads wlto set out to capture the notorious Captain Kidd. Every real boy has longed to read more about the doings of this boid marauder of the seas and the opportunity is now given them. The stories are of generous length and without equals in thrilling adventure and interest. The best sea stories ever written. 1-Capt. Kidd's Sea Swoop; or, Carried Off by Pirates. 2-Capt. Kidd s Buried Treasure; or, Adven tures of Three Boys Among the Buc caneers. 3-The Silver Cutlass ; or, Thad and His Chums Lost in the Swamp. 4-Defying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. 5_,The Jolly Red Raven ; or, Capt. Kidd's Daring Raid on Old'New York. 6-The Corsair Captain; or, Thad and His Chums Afloat. 7-The Death's Head Rovers; or, How Thad Outwitted the Coast Freebooters. 8--.Walking the Plank; or, The Last Cruise of the Flying-Scud sr-Capt. Kidd s Revenge; or, Thad Among the Tigers of the 5ea. lo-The Chest of Doubloons; or, How Three Boys Defied the Buccaneers. II-The Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons. 12-Capt. Kidd's Stratagem; or, Simple Simon Takes Soundings. 13-The Red Raven s Prize; or, How Young Thad Sailed a Pirate Barque. 14-Nailed to the Mast; or, The Last of Capt Kidd's "Hole in the Wall." 15-Capt. Kidd's Long Chase; or, Thad and His Chums in the Tropics. 16-Set Adrift by Pirates; or, Thad's Adven tures in the Saragossa Sea. 17-To Sink or Swim; or, Thad and His Friends On Blue Water. lhCapt. Kidd's Drag-Net; or, How Young Thad Hoodwinked the Buccaneers. 19-The Phantom Pirate; or, Thad and His Chums on the Haunted Ship. 20--The Winged Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon. 21-Capt. Kidd in New Orleans; or, The Pirate Scourge of the Rigolets. 22-Tiger of the Sea; or, The Three Castaways of the Gulf. 23-The Pirates of The Keys; or, Our Boys Afloat on the Spanish Main. 24-Capt. Kidd at Bay; or, Marooned On a Sand-Spit. 25-The Silver Barque; or, Capt. Kidd's Last Prize. 26-Among the Buccaneers; or, Thad and His Chums in Desperate Straits. 27-The Red Scourge; or, How Morgan, the Buccaneer, Stormed the Citadel. 28--The Chase of the Slaver; or, Thad Among th_e Indigo Planters. 2sr-Morgan's Coast Raiders ; or, Thad at the Sacking of Maracaibo. FI"'V"E For Sale by all Newsdealer10, or sent, postpaid, upon receipt of price by publishers WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK

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Thrilling Tales of Bold Buccaneers in THE RED RAVEN LIBRARY A new five-ce n t li b r a r y fo r b oys, totall y diffe rent from any other now bein g pub li shed. It deal s with the adventures o f a trio o f lads who so u ght to capture the old time s e a ti ge r s T h ese tales do not g l o rify p iracy. but d e t a il i n a m os t entrancin g way, the exp eriences of our heroes in s uppressing Captain K idd a n d the freeboo t e r s o f the S pa ni s h M a in. The stories are of generou s l e n gth and the cover s the mos t attractive eve r put on a fivecent library. HANDSOME COLORED COVERS Price, 5 Cents SOLD BY ALL NEWS DEALERS HERE ARE THE LATEST TITLES: l l. The Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons l2. Captain Kiddt s Stratagem; or, Simple Simon Takes Soundings l 3. The Red Ra vents Prize; or, How Young Thad Sailed a Pirate Barque l4. Nailed to the Mast; or, The L a st of Capta i n Kidd's "Hole in the Wall" l5. Captain Kiddts Long Chase; or, Thad and His Chums in the Tropics l 6. Set Adrift by Pirates; o r Thad's Adventures in the Saragossa Sea l7. To Sink or Swim; or, Thad and H i s Friends on Blue Water l8. Captain Kiddts Drag-Net; o r, How Young Tha d Hood:vinked the Buccaneers 19. The Phantom Pirate; ot, Thad and His Chums on the Haunted Ship 20. The Winged Witch; : or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon If your dea ler d oes n ot sell this library a n y number w ill b e sent to a n y ad d ress, p ostpa id upon r e c eipt of Fiv e Cents by THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 2 Duane .St., New York


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