Jack Lightfoot's iron arm; or, How the new "spit" ball worked the charm

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Jack Lightfoot's iron arm; or, How the new "spit" ball worked the charm

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Jack Lightfoot's iron arm; or, How the new "spit" ball worked the charm
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. / pmg th e key into hi s pocket. Having don e that he came back, dropped heavily into his chair, and stared at the smiling face before him. "You see it's this way," he explained; "I'm occupy ing these rooms with a friend, Delancy Shelton, and I don't care to have him see you, if he should happen to bump back here suddenly." The man l a u g h ed and rubbed his hands together; they were s mall dark, lean hands, with l o ng, slender fingers "If he found the d oo r locked:" Reel went on, "and cou ldn t open it -for I've bolted it as well as locked it, yo u see-he d think something was the matter w ith the l ock, and would hustle away to get some h ote l man to fix it ; a nd then, while he was gone, you c o uld get out "But if I didn't want to get out?" "Then I'd have t o tumble you into that closet and turn th e key o n you, and keep you there a while; for I d o n t want him to see you." The man h e was a small laughing si l en tly in hi s chair, while merrim en t showed hi s white teeth and made hi s fiery eyes sparkle more th an eve r. "vVhere in time did yo u come from?" Reel de mancled. Answer me that. I thought you were out in Chicago "I was ; but o n e doesn't have to s tay in Chicago I wor ked East, giv ing exhibitions on the way; and being in this vicinity I thought I'd drop in and give you a call. Of course you're glad to see me!" "VI ell, yes, I am glad to see you, or ought to be!" "That's good--ought to be? Where would you be n ow, if I hadn't helped you?'' "Right here, I guess." "Oh, you would-not!" "I think I would. At any rate I'm here, and I find it so pleasant alt ogether that I'm going to stay. Un less. -he hesitated -"you chip in and make trouble for me." "I'm in need of mon ey," said th e man hun g r ily; "how much have you got." "Nothing." "Not a thing that you'd think w orth n ot ice." He put a hand int o hi s pockd and pull ed o u t some small coins. "That's everything I've got." "Your uncl e Snodgrass isn't shelling out to you?'' "Not on your life, he i s n't. He's as close as th e bark on a beech tree." "You mi ght crack his crib some dark night and get what you need or want." "I don't care to ri s k it." "And about thi s fellow who's sta y in g with you?" He leane d toward Reel eagerly. "Has he got any money? He mi1s t ha ve, o r you wouldn't be putting up with him I think. And the s e things show it." He n odded t oward the rich furnishings which De lancy had put into the rooms. "What's his name?" "Delancy Shelton." "Rich?" "Yes, rather rich." The man l ooked craftily round the r oo m at the pictures and other things. "I think I'd lik e to in vestigate this-if I find I have time; it mi g h t b e wor th i t to me, and you c o uld he l p me. But"he turned t o R e el again -"! came here to-n i ght for so m ething e lse. Reel did n ot a n swe r. His face was still and he seemed to fear or dread this man. "I came ove r to see Snodgrass I'm to give a n exhibiti on to-morrow night s l e ightof-hand hypn o tism and all thatin Cardiff; so I've only thi s one ni g ht, and to-morrow, to do what I can. I want m o ney, and I've c o me to get it out of Snodgrass." The mention of the name of Snodgrass seemed to change him. He had at first lau g hed in a sarcastic way; but now his black eye s g litt e r ed like the eyes of a s nake, and his lean, b ea rded face became wolfis h in appearance. Still Reel said nothing. The m an see med to fa sci n ate him. ""\tVill you r friend thi s young fellow y ou r e stopping with be back soo n, do yo u think?" "\Vell, I'm n o t expectin g him for an h our or so; but he may come b ack at any minute."

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4 ALL-SPORTS LIBR:\RY. brought it out of him. Those eyes seemed t o scorch cringing beggar to the snappy-eyed fakir that he \\ as to his heart and see everything in it. now pretending to be. So Reel made a full confession, and admitted that ".You saw me do that in Bombay?" he was hanging to Delancy because he could get money out of him and found him useful in many vvays. "And that other yo un g fellow, what was his nameLightfoot ?" The man's eyes became more snakelike, and he leaned toward Reel, moving h _is head as if it were the swaying head of one of his cobras. "By all the gods of India, how I hate that fellow!" The words came like the hiss of a snake. "He's here yet," said Reel. "How I hate that fellow! But for him I should haYe got away with that money from the safe, all right. But for him I shouldn't have been hunted over the country."* "Yes, hunted, by detectives. Snodgrass wrote to the Pinkerton Agency, and they put some of their best men on my trail. But -he laughed-"how could they find Boralmo, the Hindoo magician, when by stripping off these clothes and washing my face and making a few other changes Boralmo was able to drop out of existence altogether?" He said this lightly enough, but Reel was trembling. "I should think you'd be afraid to come here, then?" "Afraid?" He sniffed. "You've seen me do some of my conjuring tricks?" "Yes ; a good many of them." "You saw me once, in Bombay, disappear from sight in a crowded street, when men were hunting for me, by simply turning my outer garment, changing my turban, and looking like this?" He pulled the hood of his upper garment round his head, twisted one of his arms around until it seemed still and paralyzed, turned his up until but the whites were seen and they seemed blind and sight less and elongated hi s face until it assumed the woefu l look of an outcast and beggar of the Bombay streets. Like a flash he altered in an instant back from the *For the story of Boralmo's fir st visit to Cranford, when he brought Reel to the place with him, and of what he did there. ,ee No. 18, "Jack Li gh tfoot's Dil emma; or, A Traitor on the Dia mond." Read it again, if you have it; and if you haven't it, b u y that number, for you'll find in the sto ry of Boralmo's entrance to Cranford one of the best stories of thr:: series "Yes," said Reel. This wonderful man always astonished him. He admired him, too; a nd feared him even more. "If I could do that-well"-he snapped his fingers "the Pinkerton detective isn't born that can take me! But"-he shrugged his houlders-"it's annoy ing, to be chased that way. But''-he laughed again -"if I was afraid of the dogs would I dare to go over the country boldly giving my exhibitions? I'd go into a h ole and hide, wouldn't I? Come over to Cardiff to morrow night and see me. I shall stand before the whole town-or before as many of the people of the town as will pay to come out to see me." "But ndt as Boralmo ?" said Reel. "Oh, no. But as Prof. Mountjoy, the Great English Prestidigitator and World-Renowned \t\Tizard. Am I a wiz? \t\T ell, I guess!" He rocked back on his heels and smiled till his little burning black eyes were fairly concealed by their lids. "So, that's what brought me here-that is, as far as Cardiff; and I came on over this evening to see you and Snodgrass." "vVhat are you going to do to him? He's treated me well," said Reel, uneasily. "Oh, you want me to let him alone! I shan't kill him. I only want some money. I know he keeps it in that little safe in his room. He's a fool to do that. He ought to put it in one of his banks. How much is he worth anyway? A million?" "Yes, I think so; perhaps more." "You ought to thank me for bringing you here, then; for, of course, you'll be his heir; and if I should kill him to-night when I make my call on him, that would hurry you into the inheritance, wouldn't it? I may do that, too. See how many things you have to thank me for! I brought you here, remember!" "I'd have come without you, I guess." "Think so?" "\!\Tell, now, why wouldn't I?" "Because you h adn't sand enough to make the start. l found you there in Bombay, with that old Hindoo,

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1\LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. who was dying. You didn't even know about those he said, finally, rocking back again on his .i1eels. "You papers he had." were getting along with him fine when I had to cut and "I knew he had some papers." run. You were on his ball nine, and sold the signals, "He thought I was another Hindco magician, one and how did that come out?" of his caste, and, finding he'd have to quit this world wherein he'd been such a rogue, he gave them to me and told me his story. I did the rest. I took those papers, I learned what was in them; an
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' G ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "See here!" he said, sharply. "I've been easy on you. I asked you for m o ney, and you showed me about enough to buy me a dinner to-morrow. I brought you over here and to this town, didn't I, and to Snodgrass' house; and then you say you could have done those things yourself? But let me tell you some : h;ng-." He bent forward, weaving his head from side to side as if it were the head of a cobra, while h e hissed out the words, and tho s e red eyes seemed b oring their fire into Reel's throbbing h ea rt. "Hear what I've got to say----;-tmp, brat, beggar that you are! Hear me! And be sure now that you are not the Reel Snodgrass mentioned in those papers at all. What was your name in India? Answer me that." "I was called Gunga Sin g h but that wasn't my right name; that isn't an English or American name." "You don't kn ow what your r ea l name was-brat that you are! Who are you? You don't know, your self! I took you from that Hindoo magician, Boral mo. He had you with him and was u sing you to h elp him beg, and to assi s t him in his c onjuring tri cks. Isn't that so? You base-born sco undrel, tell me if th a t isn't so?" I Y-yes, I suppose it's so!" Reel stammered, his face as white as chalk now under its coat of tan. "You suppose it's so? You know it's so! Let me tell you!" he hissed the words, swaying hi s head and pu s hing those fiery eyes closer up to Reel's face. "Hear me! I told you that you were the boy men tioned in those papers-that you were the so n of a sea c ap tain named Snodgrass, who died i n India, l eav ing a son there; a sea captain who had some m o n ey, and had a brother in America who was wealthy. The Hincloo, Boralmo, got the papers and the moneyGod knows how, I don't-and, years after, you we re foundstrolling round with him. I suppose you've told these people wonderful stories of the fine style you lived in in Bombay?" Reel winced, for he had done that yery thing. "Before you fell in with the Hindoo you were in an English orphan asylum in Bombay where you learned all you know in the way of an education They punishcd you, for you were always a thieving and unruly brat; and yo u ran away; and then you were found by me, with Boralmo. Did he tell you that you were the son of the sea captain?" "I-I thi nk he did." "Brat, viper, vampire, don't you know that he didn't? He told you nothing." "I knew something of what was in the papers." "And t oget her we got up the scheme to come here, and for you to pose as a Snodgrass, and get the Snod grass millions-we thought it would be millions; and I was to keep in touch with you, and when you came into those millions we were to divide them, half and half. Viper, scullion, son of a clog, isn't that so?'' He was boiling over with venom, which he spat and gurgled at the youth who cowered now 'before him in the chair "Now, say to me that you didn't need me-that you could have got along without me Scullery slave that you are Speak to me in that way, will you! \i\Thy, I can write a l etter to Snodgrass, and--" He stopped, g u rgling, carried away by his furious passion. Reel was crouching in hi s chair, trembling as if he feared this writhing man would leap at him and st rike him lik e the serpent he a lmost seemed to be A step was heard in the c orridor. "Delancy!" Reel gasped. "He's coming!" As if he were a snake, Boralmo writhed across the floor, slid into the clo set, and disappeared from view. Reel sprang up and turned the key in the lock and shot back the bolt, dropping tb.e key with a flutter into his pocket. Delancy came in finding the door slightly open, and dropped calmly into a chair. He was smoking a cigarette. "Whew!" he said "It's deuced hot, don't y' know!" He took up a fan an
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ALL ,-SPORTS LIDI\.Y1Y. 7 a measure. He felt that it must be ghastly white He was shaking like a leaf and his lungs seemed to be panting. For that reason he did not speak. "What do you -aw-think about it?" said De la ncy. "I don't know," Ree l ma naged to answe r. "Well, don't y' know, I've lost so infe rn a l mu c h money a lready, betting against Cranford, that I'm get ting weak-kneed." "Maybe you"d bette r drop it," said Reel. Delancy glanced at him. "Sick, old m an?" he asked. "vVell, I -that is, I have a h eadache." "Come ge t a drink." He rose from the chair switching his cluck trousers with the light cane he carried, and which h e had held across hi s knees. "Come on. Nothing like a drink to se t a fellow up all right, y' know." "I don't think I care for it," Reel contrived to stammer. "Then I'll go get one fo r myself. Funny thing about that, Reel. In winter, when it' s cold, a drink will mak e a fellow feel warm; and in summer, when it's hot, don't y' know, a drink of something coo l y' know, with cracked ice in it, will made a fellow fee l cool. Better come and have something." "Don't want it!" c;aid Reel, desperately "I do," Delancy answered, and went out through the doorway. When he came back, ten minutes later Reel had i11 a measure regained his nerve, and the closet was no longer occ upied. Boralm o was gone. CHAPTER III. JACK RUNS INTO A TRAP. Jack Lightfoot stopped and stared with ment, as he saw a strange Oriental figure drop into the darkness from a point near the rear stairway that came clown from the upp e r rooms of the Cranford House. By rare good fortune, as it seemed, Jack had been passi .ng there, o n his way home, at a rather late hnur, after making a call on his frie nd, L afe Lampto n The subject of that call can be readily g u essed It was the b aseball game to be play ed the afternoon, with Highland. "Boralmo !" Jack gasped "It must be can't be any other !" As the figure had van i s h ed in the da r kness, J ack rnov ed in the directio n it h ad taken; and b eing qu ick of foot soon came again in sight of the crouching form, which was now but a bunch of m ov in g black in the half da rk ness, for Bo ralm o kept away fr o m th e street lights as much as h e could. The s treets w ere de s erted and a mist from the l ake made everything dim and ghostly even where th e lights sho ne. Jack h ad to act with boldness and caution in order to keep near enough to this sku lkin g figure to fol low it. But he managed to do so. He rnight n ot have succeeded so well if Boralmo h ad known he was being purs ued ; but the pretended Hindoo h ad no inkling of that. When h e g l anced bad' ,at intervals, J was not to be seen and no figures moved on the streets. Jack followed Bora lmo so closely that h e saw hi m when he entered the yard of the SnoclgTass resi dence, and approached the d oor A light was burnin g in one of the rooms Snod grass' library and reading room w here the eccentric millionaire often sat up until a l ate hour with hi s and hi s books Ins t ead of ringing the bell as Jack expected him to do, Boralmo in so me manner, to Jack's amazement, opened the door. "He must have ske let on keys!" was Jack's thought. Yet Bora lm o had be e n known to do so many m ys t e r ious th in gs that J ac k was more than half prepa red to think h e cou ld have go ne r ight through the wood of the door if he had s o desired. He saw t he door close behind the crouching figure, but he heard no sound; he hadnot heard the slightest sound when the door opened The wh i te door s t a red s ilen t ly at him nmv, as if it

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8 A LL-SPORTS UBR.'\RY. had n ot b een tampered with, rind Jack almost felt t hat he m ust hav e be e n d reaming. Then he did a th ing which und e r other circum stances he would not h ave done. He ran softly round to the room where the light shone, and stood close by the window. Near this window h e had s t ood one night a number of weeks before when Boralm o tried t o rob Snod grass' safe; a thing Boralmo -vvo uld h ave acco mpli s hed but for Jack's interference. Jack was sure n ow that the man wa s Boralmo who m he had known a s a juggler; atfd he had no id e a but that the man was a Hindoo. "I don't know but that I ought to go for Tom Ken nedy," was his thought. The idea of eavesdroppin g did not appe al to him. Besides if s een there b y that w ind ow his presence might be mi s con st rued. Yet he wa s afraid to leave for the time nce essary to get Kennedy. So he stayed, while telling himself he ought not to do so; and while still arguing the matt e r with him self he began t o hear voices in the library. Snodgrass had apparently b een taken by surprise by the stealthy and unexp e cted entrance of th e man he, also supposed to be a Hindoo. Jack heard him start up with an exclamation of as tonishment. Then he heard Boralmo say so mething in broken English that had a peculiar accent. "How did you get into this hou se ? And what are .. you doing here, anyhow?" were the first words that Jack heard. "Door not closed," said Boralmo fawningly. "Glad see you. I think of you much since I been away." "And I've thought a good deal of you, too, you scoundrel!" "Glad see you," said Boralmo again and Jack be lieved he had squatted down on the floor He remembered hO\v the fir s t time he had ever seen this strange man he had been squatted on the floor of that room, with a c obra box be s ide him and Reel standing near him ready to assi s t him in hi s feats of magic Jack wondered if Reel was a ware of the fact that Boralmo had returned to Cranford, and concluded that h e e i ther knew, or that Boralmo had tried to see him at the C r anford House. Sno d grass was talking again, denouncing Boralmo and threate nin g him with arr est; and the pretended Hindoo was answering in oily tones. "I come to tell you somet'ung which is ver' gre't int' est to you," purred the pretended Hindoo. "You scou ndrel if you'll wait here a minute, I'll send an office r to arrest you Appare n tly he started for the door, but the voice of the magician re strained him. "Hear first what I say he begged. "It mean much to you-much money, much good for the boy, Reel; hear w hat I have that I wou l d say Jack knew that Snodgrass had stopped, and he coul d imagin e that he was looking at the Hindoo crouched o n the floor. "Go o n and say it!" said Snodgrass, s hortly. "It concern your broth er in Bombay; ver' gre't int' est t o yo u it is, and to Reel. I will tell you." Apparently Snodgrass had dropped again into hi ch air and was listening. "When I first see your brother in Bombay many year ago, he say he haf a brother in dis country. He de scr ibe h i m and it is you -ver fine man, ver' good man, ver' rich man. He say, 'you see the boy-he is neph ew of this ver' great man in America.' Then he give m e th e papers, which I haf bring you. You have the paper s His voice was sinking into a singsong cadence, and J ac k knew what that meant. He kne w that if this clever fellow c ould only get Snodgrass to listen to him a little while he would be able to h ypnotize him and so gain complete control over him. J ack's heart was b eating anxiously What ought he to do? Sho uld he ru s h into the house, after summonmg the m e mbers of the fami ly by vio l ently ringing the doorbell; or ought he to hasten away in search of Kenned y, the night watchman? As h e deb a t ed, hearing that singsong, m onotonous

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRAR Y. 9 v01ce m the library, he thought he ca u ght the so un d of footsteps on a side street. "I can send that man fo r Ken nedy, whi le I w atch by the window !" He moved back soft l y and t h en l eaped away. But when he reac h ed the street w h e r e h e h ad h eard the footsteps no one was to be seen. Whoever had been walking there had vanished p e r haps by entering one of the houses Jack ran back into the Snodgrass yard, and again stepped close up to the window. He was resolved now, if what he hea r d convi n ced him beyond doubt that the magi c i an was t r y in g t o ge t control of the old banke r that he wo ul d s umm o n the family by a violent ringing of the doorbell. But as he thus stepped close up to the window something swished in the darkness, and a silken cord dropped out of the g l oom and fell ro u nd h is neck. He was jerked backward so violent l y t hat t he soft c ord seemed to cut through to the bone and dis l ocate his neck, and with a ringing in h i s ears he b ec a m e almost instantly unconsc i o us. CHAPTER IV. AN UNPLEASANT EXPERIENCE. \ V hen Jack Lightfoot came back to himself he knew what had happened, though he was blind and dizzy, and that cord seemed still to be cutting into h i s nec k with deadening and paralyzing force. He knew that when he moved away from the w i n d o w the Hindoo had heard him, and had in all proba bility come out of the house and laid for him What had h appened since? Jack did not know how long he had l ai n t h ere u n conscious. He tried to get on his feet, ree l ed around, and fe ll to the ground again, where he remained, gaspi n g. He made sure that the cord was not on h is nec k ; for, thinking it was, he had put up his hands and tried to tear it away. A s he lay thus gasping, with his head throbbing and his whole body apparently on fire, he ag<'.in h eard :voices in the library Ree l was in there, talking with Snodgrass. J ac k li s t e ned for the voice o f the Hindoo, but did n o t h ea r it. The c oo l dampne s s of the mi s t fr o m the lake touched Jack's h o t brow and seemed by degrees to revive him Finally he sa t up still weak and giddy When he l ooke d off a t the one street light that was visible it see m ed t o da nce up and down and to flicker. "He c ame near killin g me, I gues s !" J ack fe lt tenderl y o f his aching throat. I g u ess I ne ver came so near to having my neck b roken!" S ittin g up s eemed t o m a k e him feel better, and he kn ew tha t hi s mind was clea1: ing. A ft e r a little l o n g er w a iting t o g et back his breath a n d h i s fa culti es, Jack climbed to hi s feet and made his way p a in fully ro u nd t o th e fr o nt doo r. "Perha p s I o u ght t o go fir s t for Kenned y was hi s t h o u g ht, as h e r efle c t ed that Re e l w a s in the hou s e and t hat Ree l w as hi s o p e n en e m y n ow. Bu t h e did n o t know jus t w h e r e to find Kennedy a n d h e set his h a n d t o th e d oo rbell. Its rin g went so und ing thro u g h th e h o u se, and brought Reel Snodgr ass to the doo r. Ree l stared as h e ope n ed th e doo r and Jack pu she d in staggering, by him. "What do yo u want?" R eel de manded. "Are you drunk? Get o u t of h e r e "I want to see Mr. Snodgr ass," J a ck panted. "I'v e got so m e th ing to say t o him-som et hin g t o tell him "He won't see yo u It's t oo late. What's the matter with you a nyway?" 0th-nothing," said Jack. I want t o see Mr. Snodgrass Ree l m igh t have him o ut o f th e h o use, for just then Ree l was so much s t ro nger th a n J a ck that the feat wo ul d n o t h ave b ee n difficult But S nodg r ass h ad hear d J a c k, a n d c ame now out of th e h all th a t l ed t o th e libr a r y He c a m e fo r wa rd, seei n g J ack nea r the d o or. "Wh a t is it?" h e as k ed. "It's J ac k L i g h tfoot drunk!" There was a comb ina t i o n o f a n x i ety and sneering s c orn in the words

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I O ALL-SPOPTS LID1<...\RY. "Nothing of the kind!" Jack protested "I'm not drun k-you k now I n eve r touch liquor i n any s h ape. M r S n odgrass, I want t o see you. It's ve r y im p o rt a nt. "Yes! W hat i s i t ? said S nodgr ass, i m pa tiently "Th re was, you kn ow, a m a n in your your libra ry-a w hil e ago. It \Yas t h e same m a n who tried lo rob you o n ce b efore; a n d I think h e c a m e to rob you again-Boralmo! Yo u r eme mb e r him. Bo r almo, the Hincloo." "\\That's this?" g a sped S nodgr ass Ree l h ad t urn ed p a le-so pa le that his t a nn ed fa ce s h owe d g ha st l y b e n e a t h t h e hall la m p "It's no n sense," sa i d Reel ; "th e r aving n o n sens e o f a dru n k e n fool. Light foot, get out of he re! How dare yo u c ome he re, when you've bee n drin k ing?" "I h aven't b een d rinkini !" J ack p r otested s t iffe n m g "You kn ow I n eve r dri nk. I un de r stand what I'm t a lkin g a b o ut a n d Mr. Snodgrass k n ows i t's true t oo. Bo r a lm o was in that l ibr a r y ther e a lit11e w hile ago-n o t so v e ry l o n g ago, I'm sure. See h ere!" Reel' s ac cu sa ti o n h a d stu n g hi m to i n dignat i o n and th a t h ad still further cleared his b r ain and brought hi m m o r e n early ba c k to his no r mal condition. He put his hand to his throbbing neck, where a red line showed "See, there must be a mark here, for I ca n feel it burning like fir e I was pass ing the C r anford House, I saw Boralmo in the sha dow of the bu i lding near that rear stairway. He came this way, and I fol lO\\ed him. I h eard him t a lking w i th 1\1r. Snodgrass in the Lbr ary. Mr. Snodgrass was th r eateni n g to send for a n officer I t hought I h eard some one pass ing on th e st r eet, and I ran out the r e to tell him. I didn't find him \\Th en I ca m e back in t o t h e yard a rope, or a c o rel, fell o \er m y neck a n d I was t h row n clow n sensel ess. I do n t k now h ow l o n g th a t was ago, b u t it c ouldn' t h ave been long; and i t was Bo r a lrno w h o t hrew the cord ro u nd m y neck." Though Reel as frightened, he maintained his scornfu l and u nbelieving demeanor. "But Mr. Snodgrass knows that Doralmo was 111 the library talking with him Snodgrass gave him q, q u eer look. J ack, I g u ess you'd better go on home You.re c erta i nly a lit t l e queer t o-night." Jack ree led with bewilderment. T o one was in there talking with you?" "Certainl y not, except Reel." J ack star ed at Snodgrass "Perhap s you d idn't know it, or don't remember it; p erhaps he-perhaps he hypnotized you." Ree l la u g h ed again, o r made a pretense of laughing, in that s c ornful, sneering way he had used before. "You don't expect anyone to believe such non sense, Lightfoot! You'd better go home." "Yes, you' cl better go home, Jack," sa i d Snodgrass, rather more k i ndly "You'll wake my wife and the servants Better go on home-that's a good fellow." "But I'm sure somebody was in there, and that ;t was Bo r al m o," Jack insisted "See m y \Vould I have do n e that myself-coul d I have done it? And, perhaps, he took something You may find something gone Reel shot a wicked look at him. "If anything is gone, you took it; you mus t be the tt1ief, if there's been one, for you seem to know so much about it." "But my throat! Jack urged. "Oh, that's nothing! You could run against a clothesline and do that, or you could draw a c ord tightl y round your own neck and make a mark like that. That's nothing. And,". he added, impatiently, "we're getting tired of your nonsense and foolish ness. C lear out." Jack turned to Snodgr ass. "Will you l ook, please, and see i f anything is missing from the library? You know what Boralmo tried to do w h en he was here before Nothing so touche 1 the o l d banker as an appeal to his money. He had his little safe in that room, in "Ha! h::i !" he roa r ed, t r ying to lau gh. "That story which he u s ually kept a P-O od deal of ready cash, as s h ows that you're so dru n k yo u don't know yo u 're well as valuable papers. It was not far from his bed, t all ing about!" i n the ad j o ining room .. He l iked to h ave so me o f his

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II wealth by him, in tangible form; for the sa m e r easo n probably, that makes a miser like to finger his gold. He turned back to the library; and, unlocking the safe by the combination, held a lighted l amp down and l ooked into it. A cry of dismay came from him. Jack passed Ree l with a leap and was m t h e l i brary, after passing along the hall that led to it. He saw Snodgrass down on his knees before the safe, the candle shaking in hi s quivering hand. "My money!" Snodgrass was gasping. "Gone It's gone!" "Then Boralmo to ok it!" sa id Jack. "You scoundrel," Reel s houted at him, "you t ook it!" J ack t irned and faced him. There was a blaze in hi s eyes now that made Reel duck back and put up hi s hand s "If you-if yo u hit me, I'll have you pinched "I don't intend t o hit you; but you're a l iar and grand s c o un drel, 'way down to the bottom of your dirty, black heart, and you know it! Jack cried. "Say again that I took that money, or know anything but what I have told you, or have sa id a nything here but the truth, and when we meet again I'll settle wit h you for all your past in su lts." He was aroused to a pitch of fiery anger. He knew h e had tried t o d o n othing but what was right and honorable, and t o have Reel meet his efforts i n this way simply maddened him. Reel shrank back agai n st the wall his face as white as a sheet, wherever its heavy tan would let this white ness show through. Snodgrass was gasping over the loss he had dis covered, and was digging papers and account books out of the safe as if in the vain h op e that he might yet find h e had put the money in another compart ment. "We're wasting time here," said Jack, who really wanted to get out of the h ouse, and for some time had been telling himself that he was a fool for having en tered it. "Boralmo was here a nd took that m o ney. I'm sure of it; and he'll get clear out o f the country with it, if something isn't"done to stop him. Mr. Snodgrass, with you r permic;sion I'll go a n d ge t M r. Ken nedy." Reel interposed again. He d i d not wa n t t o h av e Bora lm o followed. "If yo u bring Kenn edy h e r e He stopped, for Snodgrass was spea kin g. "Jack," h e said, rising t o hi s feet a nd s h a k i n g with his emotions, "I d on't know w h a t t o t hink of t hi s Boralmo hasn't been here, b ut the m oney is go n e Tell me honestly what m ade yo u th ink th e m o n e y would be gone, or t hat anything wo uld be go ne? '{ "Because he took i t himself," said Reel, dodging back to get o u t of th e way if J ac k s tru c k a t h im. "He feared h e h ad b een see n nea r t h e h o use, a nd so he came to the door wit h that silly l ie a b out i t That's the truth u ncle, a n d I k n ow it. Jack was o n the poi nt of jumpin g a t Reel, being unable to stand this. "Jack," said S nodgrass, nervo u s l y, it b egi n s tot o l ook very st r ange I s h all put t hi s int o th e h a nd s of detec t ives to -morrow; and if-if yo u r eally kn o w anything abo u t i t if yo u are n t re all y drunk and im agining what yo u 've t o ld--" He stopped, hesitating. "Then you don't be l ieve me?" said J a ck t r e mblin g violently "I don't know w hat to be l ieve, Jac k ; I don't kn o w what to believe. Ree l says--" "Reel 's a liar a n d a scou n d r e l i f he i s yo u r nephew!" "Jack!" Snodgrass faced h im. I wo n t h ave th a t in here! Reel is my nephew, the so n o f m y bro th e r who died in far-off India, and you m u s t n o t s peak o f him in that manne r I think yo u'd b ette r go h o me. I really think you've been dri n k ing Jack stood trembling. "All r igh t," he sa id. "I've tri ed t o do my duty." "You must have been d r inking, J ac k. I d o n t wa n t to think you to o k that money, but-well, I shall put th e matter into the h ands of detectives to-morrow, a n d they'll begin an i nvestigation as soo n as they ca n g et here In the meantime-" Jack turned back into t h e hall. His hear t was h a mm eri n g, hi s fa c e wa s flushed and

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/ I2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. that line on his throat seemed still to be cutting to the vertebra. "All right, I'll go,'' he managed to stammer. "Good night, Mr. Sn o d g rass." To Reel he said not a word. Reachin g the door h e st irn1bled throug h it, and then hurried clown the s treet! He was weak and shaky, and he fairly stumbled as he walked. CHAPTER V. SOME O F THE AFTE RMATH. Jack Lightfoot wa s a v e ry hum a n so rt' of b oy. Was it any wonder, then, that he f e lt hurt and indi g nant, outraged in his feelings, by what had occurred? "Let him lose his money! he said to himself, thinking of Mr. Snodgrass. "I shan t trouble ab o ut it, and I don't care! I've done m y la st!" He began to see, too, in what light he would be placed by Reel. That cle ver y oung rascal would prob ably now make Snodgras s belie v e that i f J ack wa s n o t drunk when he invaded the h o u se, he wa s pla ying at heroics. Reel knew of cour se, that Snodgrass' mann e r t o ward Jack had ch a nged in the l as t f ew w eeks B efo re the first c o ming of Boralmo, Mr. Snodg. r ass h a d b e en Jack's warmest friend and a dm i rer am o n g the b usin e s s men of Cranford Now he seld o m spoke to Jack, and he came no more to the ball games. It would be a clever thing for Reel to make Sn o d gras s believe that what Jack had done that ni ght h a d been backed by a de s ire to re i n s tate him s elf in that gentleman's e s timation. By ru s hing t o the house and teiling that s t o ry, J ac k -so Reel could claim-had m eant to m ake Sn o d g rass think he was play ing the part of a her o in hi s beh a lf. These were amon g the thou ghts t h a t s we p t throug h J a ck's whirring mind a s he s tu m bl e d h omewa r d a n d m a d e his he art a nd hi s h ead burn. J a ck h a d n eve r tri e d t o play at h ero ics. He f e lt pretty s ur e h e was n o t a h e r o an y m ore than any o f the o th e r b o ys of th e t own. H e v vas s im ply strai g h L forward in his th o u g h ts and m et h ods W h en h e s a w that a thing ought to be d o ne, h.e did it without thinking much of the doing then or afterward. He had acted in that impulsive way in foll ow ing Boralmo to Snodgra ss'. If he had really been trying to play the hero the way he h a d been treated w o uld h a ve bee n good pay for him; for he wa s c o min g a way now a b o ut as humil iated ape! be w ildered as an y tin c a nn ed pup tha t ever went howlin g thro u g h the stree t s of C r a n fo rd J ack r ea ch ed h o m e a nd s t u mbl e d up to his room. His m o th e r h eard h im S h e h ad already reti r ed "You r e l ate, J ack. I sat u p fo r y o u a w hile I h ope yo u won' t stay o u t s o l ate again." "I'll try n o t t o,' h e promised I was kept late; but I'll t ell yo u about it in t he m o rnin g H e did not w ant to t e ll h er t h a t night fo r h e knew i f h e did s h e wo uld n o t ge t a w i n k of sle e p, the thi n g wo uld worry h e r so She had b e en s eriol.1 s ly ill a few da ys befo re, but w a s n o on the ri g h ro a d t o re cov er y Still, she was n o t yet s tron g a nd h e knew she needed all the s leep s he c ould g et. J a ck s a t d ow n b y t he o pen wind ow, l oo kin g out t o ward th e l a k e whe re t he miilt hun g thick. The n h e g o t u p a n d l oo k e d at that r e d li n e on his ne c k in t h e loo king g l ass, a t t h e same t im e passing hi s fin gers a l o n g it. H e sat dow n aga in, a n d glan ced out t oward the la ke. H e wa s re s tless and unh a ppy. "Ought I g o to Ke n n e dy t o -ni ght and tell h i m a b out that? He d e cided t h a t h e wo uld n ot. H e wo uld fir s t h a ve to t ell hi s mothe r w h y h e w i s h ed t o go o u t again and Sno d g rass and Reel w o ul d deny that a n o fficer was need ed. "Let M r Sn odgr a s s l oo k out fo r hi s ow n mo n ey!" he sa i d angrily. T h e n he refl e cted m o re c a lmly, that if Sn odg r ass h ad been u nder t h e h ypno t i c con tro l of t h at maste r h ypnotis t Bo r alm o he w a s n o t resp o n sible fo r wha t h e had do ne It see m e d a st r a n ge t h in g t o J a ck, as i t w i ll t o a n y one that t h e will o f t h e h ypn o t i zer, if that will 1s

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LIBRAI<.Y. 13 strong enough, can so control the mind of the person it has influenced that he w ill not know he has been hyp notized, and will do, even afterward, the thing that has been suggested to him. Jack believed now t hat Snodgrass had been hyp notized by Boralmo, and for that reason did not know what had happened, and even did not remember now that Boralmo had visited him. It was a strange thought; and the whole thing was so startling and out of the common that Jack was kept a w ake a long time that night, even after he had gone to bed. But by degrees drowsiness overcame even his ex cited and active mind. W hen he awoke he found he had overslept, and it w as broad day, with the sun shining into his room. He arose and dressed hastily, and went to his moth er's room She was up, and had descended already to the lower floor. \ When he joined her she looked at him anxiously There was a little of that red line still visib le. and her eyes noticed it. She asked about it, and Jack had to explain. He told her the whole story, from the moment he s aw B o ralmo until he came home. "Why didn't y o u tell me last night, my dear boy?'" He explained why he had not done so He could see that she was very much troubled and somewhat excited But she was indignant as well-indignant that any on e could accuse Jack of drunkenness and treat him in that way. Before she was through di s cussing the matter with Jack, Mr. Kennedy, night watchman and constable, came int o the yard. \i\Then he kn o cked and asked if Jack was in, Jack in v i ted him int o the h o u se. "You'll excu se me m a'a m ," sa id Kennedy, doffin g his cap to M r s Li g h tfoot, "but it's a queer tal e I've heard, ano I thought I'd come down and tell Jack ab o ut it, and you, too. "I don't belieYe it, of course; that is, I dont be lie, e that ab out J ack kn owing him so long, you know. But Snodgrass reports that his safe, the one at his house, was robbed last night. Jack came there, afte r the robbery, with a story that Snodgrass says is fishy, about how he'd seen that old Hindoo back here agai n and that he thoug h t the Hindoo did it. Snodgrass says that he's always thought Jack straight, but this thing stumps him, for he says that Jack claimed that he-that is Mr. Snodgrass-had been talkin' with the Hindoo, when it wasn t so. So he wants me to ke e p an eye on Jack, and all that-on any money he may spend, and things of that kind. Now it ain't ri g ht, o f c o urse, for an officer to go to tellin' a thin g like that to the feller he's told to keep an eye on; but I kno w ed Jack h a d n ot hing t o d o with the robb e ry, and so I says as much to Sno dgras s himself. I says to him s trai g ht : of that kind.' 'Jack' s 0 K, and w o uld n' t do a thing And I know he wouldn 't. But t he other thing stumped me." He looked appealingly at Jack and his m o ther. Mrs. Snodgrass had taken a chair, arld loo k ed dis tressed They were in the pleasant sitting room, which fa ced toward the lake, and the water could be seen throug h the window. The mist of the night still hung like smoke on its surface. "I'll tell you the whole thing," said Jack And he did, from the beginning, just as he had t old it to his m o ther. "Snodgras s has wired for a detective or two, I un derstand," said Kennedy "and they'll be down h e re prowling round pretty soon They'll come to me fas t thing, of course. I understand this thing now, I thi nk, and I'll put 'em on right track. I wis h I could run acro s s that H i ndoo; I'd crack his rascally blac k head with my club." He glanced round the room "Where's that knife, Jack, that he tried t o rip y o u up with whe n he wa s here before?" Jack climb e d t o hi s own ro o m and go t it. It w a s a cur v ed bla de of Ori e ntal \\' O r k m anship, a wickedl oo k ing thin g, an cl it had s lic ed J ac k 's coat op en, when he tried to s'"op Bo r almo t he r e in SnrJ, gras s' yard, after that previous attempt at robbery. "So he' s b a ck here a g ain!" said l enn edy, l ooking

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at the knife. "\Vell, I'll keep my eyes open for him. If he 's in the town I'll find him. It's a funny thing to me that a chap like that, that you'd be s ure to notice enn in the crowd of a New Yark street, can get into such a place as this and slip out again without being seen by dozens of people. But maybe others besides Jack did see him. I'll go o ut and make some in quiries." He returned the knife to Jack, and after a few further words went away. Less than ;111 h our later Jack_ 'waS: telling the story of his singular experiences to Lafe Lampton and Tom Lightfoot; and still later he was telling it to Ned Skene and Nat Kimball, and to some other young fel I 10\YS who came down to the shed room to talk over the came that was to be played that afternoon S hortly before noon Jack and his nine and their su b st itutes went down to the diamond in the fair GTOunds and practiced up a bit. The re Jack was showered with questions, for the st or y had sp read That red line on his neck was still visible. But Jack did not want to talk of the matter, except A number of Cranford fan s had already gone and were halfway to Highland when Jack and his nine s tarted. The girls, Nellie Conner and Kate Strawn, had rid den over in Delancy Shelton's auto, with Lily Living ston and her mother, Mrs. Randolph Livingston. De lancy "tooled' the machine for them, and felt a supreme sense of his own importance. Reel had not gone with "Girls are no good," grunted Ned Skeen; "I mean, generally speaking. You saw that crowd with Delancy. Bah! that makes me sick!" "Sing low, Ned, sing low," warned Lafe Lampton ; "remember sweet little Susie with the golden hair! Ned Skeen got red in the face, but maintained his ground. "\i\T ell, it's so, isn't it?" "What's so?" "That a girl will do about any old thing for a ri d e in a buggy or an auto, or for a box of or a plate of ice cream, or a soda. That's so, and you know it. Those girls went by, smiling like sunshine, sitting there with Delancy. He's a fool, and worse; yet they'll to his closest friends. He was not at all sure that he make him think he's the whole thing, just because he had acted either sensibly o r courageously. The whole owns that auto and they get to ride in it now and t!1 ing seemed very regrettable, and he was so hurt and then. I tell you g irl s are hypocrites!" indignant that he almost felt that hereafter he would "\i\Thew !" said Lafe. "Take a bite of apple; it's bet n o t even stop a robber if he saw him openly going into ter than ice cream, to cool a fellow down when he s Snodgrass' safe. hot." CHAPTER VI. THE HEROISM OF TOM LIGHTFOOT. Jack to ok no part in the search for Boralmo, which many excitable and curious people were carrying on, n ow that they had heard the s tory and the report was circulating that detectives were coming to sift to the bottom the mysterious robbery of Snodgrass' safe. Jack knew that Reel was slyly spreading damaging reports against him; but Jack paid no m ore attention to this than he did to the furious and excited sea r ch for the slippery "Hindoo." He went right on getting his nine into good condition for the game; and when the time came, he set out with them for Highland, riding uc1t of Cranford with them in a big wagon. "I'm not hot," said Neel; "I'm disgusted." Jack and all the other fellows laughed at him. "Oh, you're all a set of idiots!" said Skeen "Howl ing mackerel s if I couldn't do anything but sit there and laugh like a fool about a thing like that, I'd-" __ .... ,,.._..,... "Have a bite of apple,'' Lafe urged. Neel st ruck at it and knocked it down into the wagon. Lafe picked it up, wiped it off, cutting away some parts that were soiled, a1id again began to munch at it. Nat Kimball looked at him with alarm and disgu st. "Yo u'll cl ie, one of th ese days!" "Sure; when my time come s ." "But this wagon's full of germs; and there yon're

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J 16 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. In thus going out to get the child Tom increased his danger, for while the weight of the child was not great enough to do it, his added weight began to tear the roots of the tree from their holding ground, and the tree began to sink over into the gorge. He glanced upward with a sudden fea r at his heart. Then his face brightened, for he saw Jack up there with the lines in his hands. Yet Tom Lightfoot well knew that unless the boys lowered those lines to him in a he was in for a nasty fall, and it might be a fall that would be fatal. Jack shot the lines over and l:legan to lower them as if they were a lasso. He let them slide quickly through his hands. "Catch 'em, .. he sa id, l ying face downward and giving them a swing that took the lower ends into the tree. The tree was s l owly bending over, and the roots were cracking ominously, when Tom caught the lines that Jack had sent down. He l ooped them round his body, under the arms, securing them with a quick, yet safe, turn. "Haul away!" he shouted And the lines began to ti ghten, as the stout-muscled young fellows above began to draw on them. Tom's weight was lifted from the breaking tree; and, with the child in his arms, he was swung over against the wall. Then those stout arms above began to draw him and the child slowly up, T o m helping all he could by digging his toes into the crevices of the rocks and c atching hold Df such vines and r oots as offered The woman .swooned, when Tom and the child were dragged ou t in safety on the top of the cliff. "There's a cabin over there; some kind of a house, anyway, in among the trees," said Jack. "Take 'em there." Then they lifted the woman, and with Tom still carrying .the child, the whole crowd hurried to the cabin a log house of one story and a garret, where they hoped water was to be fo u nd, though the house seemed wholly deserted. CHAPTER VII. SETTING A TRAP FOR REEL. But the house was not deserted. The tanned face of Reel Snodgrass, wJ1ich had been at one of the broken windows, drew back and disap peared from view when the athletic members of the Cranford baseball nin e came in sight. l:nawa re of this fact, Jack and his friends bore the woman and child int o the house. "There's an old well out here," said Skeen, "and there's water in it, but we can't get it.'' The woman was in a faint, and water was needed "Use the lines," said Jack, "if you can find anything to draw the water up in He began a searc h through the cabin, looking for an old pail or pitcher, or anything that would hold water. He found nothing but an old tin can; but by making a hole in this by driving a nail through it, he 'fastened it to the lines, and it ser ved very well for a bucket with which to draw up the water. Jack's manner was now somewhat excited. The woman recovered quickly, and explained that she had been gathering berries on the edge of the gorge when the child fell over, and that she lived at a farmhouse some distance up the road. \ Ve'll take you there in the wagon," Tom sug gested. The child still looked big-eyed and frightened, but she did not seem to be suffer ing otherwise from the effect of h e r fall. Jack tapped Tom on the shoulder; and, passing to the end of the cabin with him, whispered: "Keep still about it and go away with the whole crowd, leaving me here. Reel Snodgrass is in that cabin, hiding somewhere. I saw him cuddling down behind an old barrel when I was hunting for something to draw water with." "Then Boralmo is here!" "I don't know." \i\That do you intend to do?" "I saw a place I can hide in, better than the one he had, and when you go away I'll be in that hole. Then I'll see what Reel's up to." "And get yourself into trouble. Boralmo will knife you, if he finds you there." "But I expect you to come right back with some of the fellows. Your going away is to be a pretense. Send some of the boys on with the woman and the child in the wago n I'll hide there. And then you're to come back, a\1d if Boralmo's here we'll capture him." "Better try to catch him now." "Do you think so? He's pretty slippery! And we're not positive he's here, you know." "\Ve can make a search for him." Jack s t oo d thou g htfully, digging the long toe o{ his pitcher' s shoe in the sand

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18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Let's get into the woods; that will be the safest." Jack saw no one but Reel, and again the v01ce seemed to come from that empty barrel. "All rig,ht !" Reel replied. He toward the back window, that opened to ward the woods. Jack waited for the Hindoo to pop up out of the barrel, as Reel had, but he did not pop. Jack saw Reel leap through the window. Feeling that he was being tricked in some way, Jack now rolled out of the barrel. IIe ran to the barrel from which Reel had emerged and dom1 into it. There \yas no bottom in the barrel, but a hole was there, which apparently went under the floor of the ca bin. Jack pushed the barrel aside and saw that this was so. A hole large eno ugh to admit a human body went clown under the cabin floor. The boys were now at the cabin door. "Some of you guard this hole!,. he cried. "The others this way!" He sprang through the window, and went clown before a club hurled from the unclerbnish. Some of t he boys rushed to the hole in the floor, and others ran to the window. The latter saw Jack scrambling to hi s fee't. "This way!" he shouted again, and clashed into the woods. But the search of the woods y ielded nothing. The thickets were and Reel had been given a fair start. Jack was puzzled as to the Hincloo, whose voice only he had heard. But when the cellar below the floor of the cabin was searched, a hole was found there, in the broken cellar wall, and it was plain that the Hindoo had gone through that and thus gained the shelter of the brushy land beyond the cabin. Jack and his friends had seldom been so disap pointed. CHAPTER VIII. THE DARING OF BORALMO. In a secluded room in a little-frequented hotel in Highland, a man who seemed to be an Englishman, sat looking from a window. The man had come to the hotel but a few minutes before, had made some inquiries about the ball game of the afternoon, and then asked for a quiet room, say ing he expected a caller soon. This caller came after a while, being shown up to the room; and he was Reel Snodgrass. Of course the man was Boralmo. "What's. the outlook?" Boralmo asked. Reel seemed to fear him, for his m an ner was con ciliatory and meek. "I can get plenty of bets, for even the Highland people them se lves don't feel very sure that their team can win this afternoon." "At what odds?" "Two to one, in a good many cases "Take all the bets you can get at those odds. Bet against Cranford." Reel hesitated He did not lik e to advise this man, for often that had brought a stinging rebuke. Yet he "Unless you know just what you're doing you may l ose !" "I know what I'm doing, unless you show yourself to be a lunkhead Has your friend, Delancy, come?" "He got here a long time ago." "And the Cranford nine?'' "They came in a while back." Boralmo s miled, while his burning eyes sparkled. Do what he would he could not disguise those blaz ing orbs "They must have had a blooming search for us through those woods !" "Yes, I think so; they got here late." b o red Reel again with his fiery eyes. "You're pretty well up in the tricks of olir profession, I think? Could you manage to use a litt le drug that I can give to you?" "Just how ?" said Reel. He had taken a eat and sat looking at the man. Boralmo took a small phial out of his pocket and held it up. It contained a colorless liquid. "Well, if yo u could get even the tenth of a drop of this stuff into the food or drink of the members of that nine they'd be in no condition to play ball this afternoon." "It would kill them?" Reel gasped "No, you fool! If they were dead they couldn't play ball, could they; and if there was no game how could you win those bets I intend to have you make? Do you think you could work it?" Reel shook his head. "I'm afraid not I don't mix with th e m now, you know." "Well, why don't you? Do you know you've shown

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' ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Reel's face had whitened under it s tan b ut he w as still trying to talk t o the Cranford yo un g fello ws, while this dapper man tried to sell hi s p er fume." "Oh, we don't wan t any perfume!" cried Skeen. "Go along with you!" "But the exquisite odor!" said the man; and he hel d some of it under Skeen's nostrils and flirted some of it on his clothing. "Smells like burned rags!" said Skeen, disdainfully. "Ho w can you expect to sell stuff like that? Take it away! Howling mackerels, take it away; I don't want any of it! The m an drifted cin, apparently much dis app o inted but hunting for other Cranford ballplayers ; and Reel Snodgrass went in search of men who would be willing to wager good money on the game of the after noon. "A wonderful man!" he whispered to himself, a s he saw the dapper fellow searching here and there for more victims. He knew that the dapper man was Baral.m o CHAPTER IX. KNOCKED OUT. Brodie and Phil, and the others wit h them, wen t into the restaurant s h ortly, and there had someth in g to eat. While they were eati ng, each was taken violentl y ill, with vomiting and pains in the stoma ch "It's that confounded meat!" said Skeen. "Ptomaine p oiso ning," said Wilson Crane, who was the son of a docto r and knew a few things about dis eases. "That meat was tainted." Brodie, as soon as he felt able to do so, roundly abu sed the proprieto r, claiming that he had served m eat unfit to eat. The propriet o r insisted that the meat was fresh "Well l ook at u s said Brodie. "Every one of us sick and we we re all right before we came in here and ate your rotten s tuff." "And you know," s aid \i\Tilson, chipping in, but wit h hi s han ds he l d acro s s hi s paining stomach, "that m ea t some ti mes in war m weath e r gets what they call p t omaines in it It's a sort of g e rm po i so n I g u ess I do n t k now muc h about it, but that's what' s the matter with us, and I'm betting on it." P h i l Kirtland angrily t hreatened to sue the man for v.; hat h ad h appen ed. G e rms! c ried little Gnat K i mball, hearingo f i t and rushing in. "Perhaps you fellows will b e lieve in germs a fte r t his! You've a lways been l a u g hing at me--" "Cut it out, Kimball!" groaned Brodie. "Don't say germs to me-don't say anything!" Jack did not know of this until so me time later. Brodi e a nd his compani o n s recovered in a measure from the severe pains, after all had visited a doctor, who gave them something in the way of medicine. But they were still doub led up with every mu scle in their bodies aching and sore, when the time came for them to go upon the diamond and meet the players o f Highland. "A pretty kettle of fish! grunted Brodie, an g rily. "It's enough to make a fellow : believe that scoundr e lly re s t aurant keeper put s o m ething in our food for the purpose o f kn o cking u s out. I wonder if any o ne out side of our crowd was poi so ned by that meat?" "There wasn't," said Wilson; "I made inquiries. The restaurant keeper said, too, that that proved that it wasn' t anything he had served at hi s table s "It w as his rotten old meat, all right! Lightfoot Brodie looked up at Jack, "I guess we're gone up fo r this afternoon! I can t go into the game." None of the boys who had been at that restaurant were able to go into the game. "Then w<:;'re beat before we begin to play! said Lafe. "Jiminy crickets, fellows, this is tough! Don't yo u think you can pull yourselves together?" Brodie, Phil, Ned Skeen and Wilson Crane, four g o od p la yers, with one or two o f the best substitutes, were knocked out. CHAPTER X. THE WEAKENED NINE. When Jack Lightfoot l o oked at hi s batting list he was genuinely discouraged. This is what he had to hand in to the umpire; a nd the list, al so, that was given in by the Highland captain: CRANFO R D J u b a l Ma rim, 3d b. Na t Kimb a ll, ss. l\fac k R e min gto n, If. T o m Li g htfo o t, 2d b. Bo b B r ews t e r, rf. S a u l Messenger cf. C o nni e Lyn ch, 1 s t b. L a f e L a m pto n, c. J ack Lig h tfoot p HIGHLAND. P e rli e Hyatt, cf. S o l Ru ssel, p Tom J o hnson, 3d b. Bill M ill er, If. Kit C a r ver, 1 s t b. Ben Y a tes, 2 d b. L i nk P o r te r rf. Phin ss Ca l e Young c Bro die S t rawn, the reliable s lugging batte r wa s n o t the re.

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' 2 2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. sin g le, and then 111 stealing second bag; so that Jack f e l t that h e deserved warm prais.e for it. J ack was b es t owing praises generously whereve r h e could, kno:w ing that h e must keep up the cou r age of his rathe_r we ak n ine. Mac k Re m ington now secu r ed a hit, in t h e seventh, a nd was brought h ome by a great three bagger, wh i ch L afe s lammed to the ball-ground fence. Tom L i ghtfoot, following Lafe at the bat, brought L afe home. Thus two more runs were made, b r inging the n um b e r up t o four for C r a n ford. But Bob Brewste r follow ing Tom Lightfoot, drove a b all st raight into the hands of the pitcher; and, being third m an out, t h e run getting ended for that inning. J ack's h opes were rising again, when he went into the b ox, in the second half of this inning-the seventh. J ac k was u sing the spit ball as he had never used it b efo r e and h e now stru c k o u t t h e first man up. B u t t he spit b al l was a treacherous t h ing handle. J a ck was n ev er thoro u ghly ab l e to understand it him s elf A ll h e k new was t h at when h e cou ld control it perfectly it w as a terror to the batte rs, for it increased t h e cur ves and had a wo n derfully sharp drop right in fro n t of the p l ate, so s harp a d rop tha t a l mos t every ba t ter struck ove r it o r missed i t He knew, in addition to this, that it gave a wider o u tcurve, a g r eater in-j u mp with an in-shoot, and mo r e speed ge n erally with every sort of ball he t h rew. And all he did to secure this was to mo i sten one side of the ball w ith sa l iva, and throw it j ust as he wou l d thro w any othe r ball. It fooled him someti m es, by not curving at all. But, in doing that i t also, as a genera l thing, fooled t h e batter at t he same time. J ack Chesbro, the famous pitcher, who uses the spit ball so much and so effective ly, says, as a theory, it is probable that the air piles up denser against a wet ball th an aga i nst a d r y one, a nd so g i ves i t more effective n ess ; b u t h isn't even sure of t h at. A ll h e k n ows is tha t i t does the work for him A n d that was about al l Jack knew :Perhaps it is all anyone knows There was one thing which Jack had d i scovered and whi ch kept him us ing the spit ball with almost every g a me he was better ab le to control it. K n owi n g how much depended on him and Lafe, he was u si n g i t in this game for all it was worth. P itch i n g now t o the seco n d man at the bat, the b all went nearl y st r a i g ht. and the batte r got it this t i me, d ri ving it as a hot grounder through the hands o f N a t Ki m ball, at shor t :Kat hustled after it like a chicken after a grasshop per, with the Highland fans howling l ike maniacs They had clone a good deal of howling that clay, and had their throats rasped by this time, so that their yelling was a hoarse roar. Jack struck out the next man with t he spit ball, mak ing two men clown. But the next batter slammed a "wind-jammer" into deep right, catch ing a wide cu r ve on the end of his bat, and the Highland fans opened out again in anothe r hoarse roar. The runner from first went to third on that two base h it. The next batter up Jack struc k out; thus making three men who had gone down before the spit ball in that inning And no run had been made by the Highlanders. Jubal came up again, in the first half of the eighth, laughing as usual. The pitcher sent a hot one over; and J ubal, instead of being hit, was hit by the ball, as he tried to get o u t of t h e way of it. Jubal was fair l y knocked clown, b u t he went to fir st, declaring that his constitution was shattered. J u bal wou l d h ave his fun even while bei n g killed Nat Kimball followed J u b a l ; a n d Nat wen t o ut, as h e usually did. After that, apple-cheeked Mack Remington went out in the same disconcerting way Torn Lightfoot took up the timber, with two men out; and Jubal gained nerve and strength enough to creep ou t from first bag. Tom drove the ball into right field, and took sec ond; whi le Jubal galloped along to third and started for home Tom went on to third, when he saw Jubal leave the bag there, for the right fielder threw to the home plate. But Jubal was safe, on a slide. Tom did not score; for Bob Brewste r now we n t under, making the third man out. But the score had been advanced, and was now five. Then Jack, trusting to the sp i t ball again, struck out three men straight. A nd the ninth inning opened, with Cranford at the bat, and the score standing -six for H ighland and five for C r anfo rd. CHAPTER XII. JACK LIGHTFOOT1S IRON ARM. It will be remembered by those who read the story th;i.t preceded this, that Jack Lightfoot and some of

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 23 his nine had come back from the Maine woods, where they had had some wild experiences in running the rapids of icy rivers, in a pretty well-used-up condition Jack's arms and shoulders were so sore that in one game, against Tidewater, he could not pitch at all. Phil Kirtland pitched in that game, and the Tidewater Tigers simply ate up the Cranford nine. Then Jack had gone into the pitcher's box against Mildale, the poorest nine in the league with his arm in no better condition, and the Mildale pitcher, who was a new man and a wonder, had put it all over him. A few days later Jack again met this Mildale pitcher in a second game, and had defeated him; and the Cran-, ford nine had, at Mildale at least, regained their lost pre:>tige, after a hot fight. All those things were now more than a week old. In the meantime, Jack had been doctoring his arm. He knew how to do this, and how to take care of it. A pitcher's arm is his capital, and he must handle it lovingly. Jack also knew how to save his arm, with the body and shoulder swing, putting much of the work of pitching on the body and shoulder, and thus saving the arm muscles. And now, for all that the pitching of the spit ball called for all this strength and skill, his arm had re gained its strength; and wa s like iron, in this game with Highland. He had used the trying spit ball right through, and his arm was standing up to the work in great shape There was another thing Jack Lightfoot had learned, by much observation, and he was working it in this game, where he was so hampered by a poor nine made up so largely of inferior substitutes. He had learned that it is possible to make the batters do, to a large extent, what a clever pitcher wants them to do. the handle of the bat, and he could not p l ace it, or do much with it More often the batter missed it. For batters who stood well away from the plate Jack gave the spit ball with a w i de outcurve. When they did not miss this ball, they caught it on the tip end of the bat, and could neither control it nor send it out with much force. There were many things of this kind that Jack had figured out for himself, by clever headwork, and he found them useful now. The ninth inning had opened with Saul Messenger :it the bat. Saul a lways looked lik e a pugilist, as he carrle into position, with h i s wheatlike shock of yellow hair, his heavy shoulders hunched, and his heavy, pugilistic jaw thrust out, and an air of do-or-die in his face Saul could seldom connect with the ball that the Highland pitche r sent in, and he had no better luck this time. ','If we only had Brodie, and Phil, and Skeen :it the bat now!" Tom muttered, when he saw Saul s trike out Alas! those batters were still groaning in the benches, almost too sick to see. The drugged "perfume" which Boralrno had held under their noses had done its work well. Connie Lynch, the blue-eyed Irish lad, struck out, like Saul Messenger. "It's all up!" groaned Skeen, who could still see and knew what was happening, even if he could not do anything more. It looked so. This was the ninth inning, and two men were out. Not a run had so far been made in the Inning, and Highland was already in the lead. Lafe Lampton took up Old Wagon Tongue. Before doing so Lafe took a bite of apple, as if it were a st imulant; and hitched his trousers, like a sailor, as he stepped int o position. The Highland fans were yelling for the purpose of This was in the line of head work, and Jack believed "rattling" him. in headwork for the pitcher' position, as well as for But-old Lafe drove the ball for all he 'vas worth. every other position on th e ball field. It was so great a hit that it brought th e Cranford By studying the batting style of the Highland men fans up s tanding, and gave them reason to yell with he knew which among them were likely to strike high. all their might, for i.t was going for the ball-ground On such men he worked the spit ball with a sharp fence drop in front of the plate. When batters were trying to sacrifice he kept the ball high, as he had found that it is hard to make a place hit on a high ball. \Vhen a batter had a habit of standing as close to the plate as was allowab le, Jack put the ball close in to his body. That made him strike it, if he got it, with "Over the fence!" some one howled. But it was not over the fence : The fielder was flying after it, and Lafe was flying for second, which he took easily. \i\Tith two men out, it was too grear a risk to try to get third, and Lafe stopped, knowing that Jack was now to come to the bat.

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24 ALL-SPOJ.{TS LiDRi\RY. Sol Rus sell wouncl-1,lp w i t h a terrific swing, ancl s h o t the ball to Jack with all his might. Jack let it go by. It was not what he wanted, and he was a good waiter; and in his experience in the pitcher's box he had fou1'lcl th a t a good waiter is a trying proposition t o the s lab man. "On e strike!" sa id the umpire. The Highland fans again their hoarse yell. They were sure n ow that H i g hland m ust win. As plea sed as anyone was Boralmo. He kn ew the fine points of the game, and had watched it closely. His only regret all through it was that he had not b een able to kn ockout m o re of the Cranford players with I:is "perfum e." He h ad clis co\'erecl that som e very good men wer e l eft, and that if the game was won by Cranford i t would be through the stick work, bat t e r y work and fieldin g of these men He wa s particularl y sorry he had not been able to kn ockou t J ack Lightfoot. He could see that it wa s Jack's p it ching and his fielding from the s l ab that :vas t Bing, and was the chief thing th a t had kept Highland from piling up more runs. Yet, on the whole, Boralmo was no w, as the g ame I neared its encl, pretty well satisfied He did not see h ow Highland could lose. They were one run ahead, and wou l d have the who le second half of the inning to even things at the bat if Lafe made a run now and tied the score, or even if two runs shou l d be brought in. He l ooked round for Reel. Reel was starin g a t him but turned his face away when he beheld tho se fiery eyes t u rned on him. "Ah! if that f ellow h ad b u t a littl e nerve," was hi s tho u ght. "If h e had Jack Lightfoot's n e r ve It take s nerve, b a cked with sk ill of course, to carry off things in thi s world. But I'll pull nearly two thousand dollars out of the baseball gamblers who have gatherec;l here to-clay, a nd I ought t o be satisfied. That, with wh a t I took fro m Snodgrass' safe la s t night, and what ever I may be able to pick up from my exhibition at Ca rd iff to -n i ght, ought to sat i sfy me." He stroked his beard comp lac ently It was n ot black and there were n o wavy kinks in it. And hi s h air w as not blac k, but a so f brow n. The dark s t a in was gone from hi s face. He turned his fiery eyes on J ack Lightfoot at the bat, and watched him and the batt e r y, and smiled, when he saw tha t the fielde r s were away o ut. "They'r e afraid of that c h ap Well, they've a right to be! He's a goo d one. What a fool Reel was to a nta go nize him ope nly. He o ught to have made that fell o w believe that he was the best fri end h e had in the world. A n d then he could have u sed him. Now, they r e at sword's points. Reel's a fool." The ball was coming in aga in. Jack seemed a b o ut t o s trike at it. But, ag : ain, h e l et it go by. "On e ball!" Boralmo h eard the umpire sho ut. A little later he heard : "Two balls-and one strike!" Lafe had been p l ay ing off sec ond, watched clo sely by Russe ll, t h e pitcher, an d by the man behind the bat. Lafe did n ot int end to run the risk of a s teal ; he was merely trying to get well out from the base, to be r eady for that w ild dive h e intended to make fo r third w h e n Jack connect ed with the ball. Aga1nthe ball came in; and Jack did not stri ke at it. "Three balls !" Sol Russell was so afraid of Jack's battii;ig ability that he was putting the balls too far o ut. Jack s miled. He knew that Russell wo uld get the next one in; and he knew, t oo, that Russ ell was get tin g nervous. He had been in jus t that position so many times him self that he could tell h ow the pi tc h e r wo ul d feel. Rus sell, being afraid that "four balls" would pass Jack to fir st, put th e sphere now right over the rub ber; but sw iftly, and with a curve. It was the ball J ack h ad been patiently waiting for. He lift ed i t. A wild yell broke from the Cranford fans whe n they saw tha t ball sho o t into th e air from J a ck's ba t and go sailing lik e a bird o r a bullet. Neel Ske en forgot t he cramps in his stomach and the terrible bass drum that h ad been booming under hi s shill. He l eaped t o hi s feet, and stared, open -m outhed, at t he speeding ba ll. "She's going over the fence!" he screeched, un ab le to c o ntain his feelin gs "See her go! See her go Howl ing mackerels, see her go!" The runners were goi n g, as well as the ball; and the fiel ders were goi n g, t oo The center fielder and the ri ght fie lder were sprinting, and t he shortstop was gettin g out, to be ready to receive the ball when it was th rown in. "Over the fence!" was roared from grand stand and bleachers, w h e re the people were standing up and y elling in their excitement.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 2 5 Over the fence the ball had g o ne, dro ) )ing down out of sight. And Lafe anCI Jack came in, bringing two runs. Boralmo groaned with disgust. "A run ahead now!" was his thought. Then he took courage again. "But that will end their rungetting. They've got two men out, and those two fellows were about the best batters on their list. That will encl their run getting; and when Highland comes to the bat they can pull in something, I'm sure." Yet he had been made nervous. The Highland ballplayer had been made anxious, too. And the Cranford fans were howling CHAPTER XIII. HOW TI-IE GAME WAS WON. "Hooroar Haw, haw!" Jubal Marlin came to the bat, swinging his two bats, and then casting one away. Jubal had begun to think that this was some sort of a luck-getter. He. was a left-handed batter, and turned his right shoulder toward the pitcher's box as he lifted Old Wagon Tongue. He laughed again, bellowing out his guffaw, and patted the end of the bat. "Give 'em tew me right there; easy ones!" Sol Russell stood twirling the ball round in his fingers. That great over-the-fence hit of Jack Lightfoot had made Sol very nervous. "Don't hit me ag'in !" Jubal begged, for he had received a pass to first that way in this game; "er, if yeou do, hit me easy! I'm lookin' fer things that air easy." I "Cork up your mouth and attend to business!" was the cu rt order of the urn pi re ; and Jubal subsided, though he still c o ntinued to grin. The ball came over once, twice three times. Jubal seemed to have taken a lesson from Jack and to have become a waiter. Two of the three were "balls," and that suited him. Russell, fearing the batter, though Jubal was not the best in the nine, was putting them wide out; and when he tried to throw wide balls to a left-handed man he was not a great success. Seeing that he wa giving "balls," he tried to get them close in, and came near hitting Jubal. Jubal dodged and roared out his laugh. The next ball struck him, in spite of his attemp t to get out of its way; and Jubal had again drawn a painful pass to first. Nat Kimball took up the timber. "Oh, if either Brodie or Phil we r e 111 t h at pl ace !'' thought Tom Lightfoot. His fears were well grounded. Little Nat did the he could-and struck out. The side was out, the run-getting was ended; and, with a series of wild whoops, the eager Highlanders came bounding in from the field. They were to have their chance now. Cranford was but one run ahead-the score being seven to six. "Do 'em up now, old man said Lafe, patting Jack affectionately on the shou l der. "\ Vork that o l d spit ball again, and you'll do it. I'll ho l d it, no matter how it comes." He put on and mask, and squatted behind th e batter, looking through the bars of the mask, with hi s hands on his knees, his legs bent, and hi feet we ll apart. He saw Jack moisten the ball a n d w i nd-up for the throw, and saw the wet sphere shoot through the air with almost the speed of a bullet. It was ho easy thing to hold Jack's throws when they came that way, and the sp it ball h ad a te n dency to slip and pop ollt of the catcher's mitt. But Lafe was equal to it. He was like a stone wall behin
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26 ALL-SPOHTS LI B F:.\ ,-, shoo t the s p it ball out of his fingers, swing with a r m, shoulder and body. The speed was something terri fic; and braced for it. making a great Lafe saw that, It was str a ight ove r t h e rubb e r, with a wonderful drop. The batter knew he had to swing; and h e swung, in wild desperation. Plunk! Onc e more it was i n the of reliable old Lafe; And Lafe was rece1vmg praise that was equa lly strong, equally deserved, and equally plea sant, not only from the Cranford nine, and their friends, and the the Cranford fans, but from many other peo ple of Highland, who were able to appreciate good work no matter who did it. Delancy whirled up on the outskirts of the crowd with his reel devil auto, and the Cranford girls who had come over to Highland with him trooped, or rather crowded, out to meet him after telling Jack how won derful his pitching had been. once more that Cranford yell was rising; and once m o re the umpire was shouting, while his voice quiv ered : Skeen looked at them with disgust marking his face "That's the fly in the ointment!" he grunted, and doubled up again and dropped into the benches. "\Vhy in can't gi rl s have some sense; why can't they forget a ride, or anything lik e that, and show a fellow like "Three strikes; you're out!" And the gam was over, with Cranford one nm the l ead. Highland had failed to make "good" in that last Delancy that even an auto can't .1y them?" inning, and h ad gone down like hay under the blade Skeen was fuming thus when he heard his name of the scythe before that whistling spit ball, fired by called. Jack Lightfoot' s iron arm. CHAPTER XIV. CONCLUSION. The rage of Boralmo was almost choking him. He panted and gasped, and his fiery eyes flamed. He fairly threvv himself out of the bleachers. II is hand went to the pocket which held his knife "No, no!" he gurgled. "That will not do! I sh ou l d be pinched, and it would be all up with me!" He almost fell, as he struggled in the crowd B u t no one heed ed him. Grand stand, bleacher s and ball grounds were ring ing with cheers, and people were almo st tra mpling on each ot h er in their excitement. Ned Skeen had a gain forgotten the cramps that had distressed him, and was dancing with j oy in front of the benches Brodie and Phil and all the others, a l so i gnori n g their condit ion, were pushing out to where Jack stood, anxi o us to take hi m by the hand. Jack and Lafe had saved the day, aided by th e good stick work of Tom and Jubal. "Howling mackerels, I shall die of joy! Skeen was gasping. "Shake, Jack i said Phil Kirtland, his envy and jeal o u sy forgotten fo r once. "I wish I could have been i n that to help you, but I c ouldn't; and you did great work!" "Lightfoot," cried Brodie, thrusting out his brown paw, "you' re all ri ght! If I've ever sa id anything dif fe rent I take back to-day." He looked up. Susie Powers, of the go l den hair, stood there, smil ing and extending her hand. Skeen's face grew radiant. "Glad to see you glad to see you!" he said, beam ing with joy. And he forgot his cramps, forgot that girls are "awfu l," and gave himself up to the happine ss of the moment. * Jack was moving along with the crowd, in the direc tion of the town, when he heard a He stopped and glanced round. He saw an Englishman near him, and the English-man had said something to a man who had jostled him. Jack st ared into the face of the Englishman. The Englishman's fiery eyes sa w this scrutiny. Jack seemed to be abou t to move toward him, or leap at him. A knife flashed in the man's hand; but, instead of using it, he turned and writhed through the squirming crowd l ike an ee l sliding throu gh a man's fingers. Jack stared and began to follQw. It did not eem p oss ible, yet the thought had come to him that this man's voice strangely resembled Bor almo's. And there was the further fact that the man had seemed so anxious to get away in a hurry. Jack pushed on, panting and excited, called at by some of his friends, who did not under stand what he was trying to do.

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.. ALL-SPORTS LIBR..\RY. But lhe Englishman had v : .mished "Oh, he couldn't have been the same thought J ack. "This was a white man and the other was a Hindoo Dut it was funny, the way h e got throu g h the cro wd, when he saw me l ook ing at h im!" He saw Reel. Reel seemed to be looking in the direction this Eng lishman had been goi ng. Jack moved up to him, and tapped him on the shou l der. Reel tu rned roun d with a start, and hi s face paled. "vVhat do you want?" he snarl e d "Glad to see you again," said Jack, with a peculiar smile. "You r emember when I saw you i11; that cabin this afternoon, and Boralmo, your old friend, the Hincloo, was under the cabin Aoor \i\ T ell, there goes a man who has a voice very like his." He pointed in the direction the man had taken, and at the same time studied Reel's face. It had paled to a ghastly mixture of white and sunburned tan. "Lightfoot, I guess you're crazy-or drunk! Your head is as much out of gear as it was when you came to my uncle's claiming you had h eard Boralmo talkin g with him in the library. I think you'd better see a doctor." He moved away Jack rejoined his friends in a few minutes, but sai d nothing to them of the Englishman; though, later, in talks with Lafe and Tom, with Skeen and some other of his intimates, h e told what he had seen, and what Reel had said, and how he had l ooked and acted. * The next day, at Cranford, Reel Snodgrass was given a start that was even more nerve-thri lling than the one which Jack had given him The Pinkerton detectives, whom Snodgrass ha
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A CHAT WITH voull Under this general h ead we purpose each week to s i t around th e camp fire, and h ave a heart-to-heart talk with t hos e of our young readers who care to gather there, answeri n g such letters as may reac h us asking for informat ion with regard to various l-:ea!t11y ports, both indoor and out. We should a l so be glad to h ea r what you think of the leading characte rs in your favori te publica tion. It is the edito r 's desire to mi!ke this department one that will be eage rl y read from we e k toweek by every admirer of tl.e Jack L ightfoot stor4es, and prove t o be of valuable assist. ance in buildin g up manly, h ea lthy S ons of America. All letters r ecei1ed will be answered im mediately, but m a y not appear in print under five w eeks, owing t o th e fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of th e d a t e of issue. Those who favor us with corresponde n ce will p l ease bear this in mind, and exercise a littl e patience. THE EDITOR. I h ave been buyi n g ALL-SPORTS eve r since it started. I have a little b oy ten years old, who never when Saturday comes, to m a r ch down, proud as a peac oc k, to get the latest number of ALL-SPORTS. He i s very mu ch int e r ested in J ack, and tries to liv e up t o his character. I think J ack i s a splend i d example to eye r y Amer ican boy. I have not see n any letters from Conception yet, but I ca n safe ly say that all the best boys in town re ad it. I am very well pleased with all of Jack's fri ends, especially with Tom. L afe a l so i s a nice boy, although I s h ou ld be wo rri e d if my b oy ate th e way he does. He will ruin his d i gestion. I hope he takes a cup of ho t water before brea k fast eve r y morning. That i s a n excellent cure for such t rouble, and I r ecommend it to all my friends Al so avoid p ast ry a n d ric h cook ing. I h ope Phil Kirtland, who must be a n ice boy at bottom, w ill finally become fri ends with Jack. Whe n my boy ge ts old enoug h, I am go ing to send him to college. What college would you r ecommend, and where i s J ack goi ng? I have not said all I should like to say, but I will write aga in, if I may. Regards to M r. Stevens MRS. L. E. Z Concepti on, Mo We s h all a l ways be glad to hear from you, dear madam It i s a matter of pride to us that we have the indorsement of the mothers of ou r r ea d e rs. As to se l ect ing a college we cannot pretend to give advice on this matter. Moreover, it will be some ye a r s b efore y our boy will be r eady, and he will the n prob a bly h ave a prett y clea r id ea hi1jlsel f where he wants to go. J ack's in te nti ons in go in g to college we do not know. That is a matter the future narratives on l y will make pl ain. Many thanks for your kind suggest i o ns. M r. Steve n s sends regard to y o u and to your litt l e boy. Noti c ing the large amount of corres pond en ce that passes through your h ands s howin g that t he ALL-SPORTS weekly is increasing in favo r throughout this country, I herewith inclose yn u a few words from one who p l aces a high v a lue on you r efforts. The athletic man to-day sta nd s first in the eyes of the boy ho aspi res to be anything; I have found it so by taking into account the attention paid by the you t h of the n atio n to the rreat college and profe.ssio n a l contests in various sport s and their eage rn ess to witness the sa m e that they may learn how to do it themselves by observation of the best examples. Of the meaning of this training they know nothing, and your weekly, in showing them the high mora l trend of all sincere amateur sport, is doing a great work. You are opening the way fo r a ll m en to see just what kind of men are s ucce ssful,..and what it means to be a m a n in the light of an American. An earnest wisher of your s ucce ss, J oHN C. REDDIN. Denve r, C o l o The va lu e in ALL-SPORTS you have p ointed out i s certainly a great one and we hope that our weekly may hav e the b e n eficial effe ct in this way it s hould have. Many thanks for your express ion o f appreciation. I thought I would write lo you and let you know what l thought o f your ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. I think it is th e b est ever, and I think J a ck and his fr i ends are all fine fellows The boys of our neighborhood h ave formed a club and we have followed the exampl e o f the Cranford boys, going in for gym nas t ic work an d forming a baseball club. We have a little apparatus and are saving up fo r more. Some of u s belong to the Y. M. C. A. and have had gymnast ic tra i ning, so that we can instruct the others. How do you throw the spit ball, and what is it? what do you think of my measurements? I am 14 years old and 5 feet 2 in che!t in height. l\Iy weight is 103 pounds. My chest expansion i s 3 l inches; waist g irth, 25 inches; hips, 31 inch es, and ca lf, 12 Inches. I have practiced r egularly and take goo d care of mysc:lf go ing lo bed fairly earl y and getting up at s i x every morning. l a l so take a cold bath daily, wliich I think is very good Best wishes to all. C o lum b'us, Ohio. STEVEN KAMPS Your measurements are excellent, Steven, and show the r esul t of training and care for one's se lf You are doing an excellent thing in h e lpin g the boys of your nei ghborhood to train themse l ves 'Ne wish you every s ucce ss. By th e time this letter is printed y o u will have read, in our "How To Do Things," a dis cuss ion of the sp it ball, how to u se it and its value. I have b een r eadi n g ALL-SP01ns for the last few weeks, and have come to l ike it very much. The sto ri es are well to ld and every detail is made plain to the reader. The characters, to o a re very good. But there is o n e thing I do not understand, an d that i s why eve r y author who writes a sto ry about a group of boys makes the leader the kind of a b oy that never grew on sea o r l and. From the description give n i n the list of character I thought that Jack was just an o rdinary sort of f ellow, who had his weak points, and who tried lo overcome them. But I haven't seen anything of such a character in the stories. The J ack Lightfoot of the stories i s just a fellow who was born first in eve rything, can do everything, from play ball to preach, without any p r evious practice and to the amazement and admiratio n of all b eho ld ers. It seems rather silly to me the way we are led to believe that Jack can occasionally fail; he was of th e kind t hat cou ldn't fai l-the author wouldn't let him. Now, I t hin k that i s a mi sta ke. I t h ink th at the stor ies l ose in ii1te r es t i f the c haracter i s too perfect. Fellows who do everything fine, and w h o have strong prejudices and a keen sense of what i s proper, a r e not a bit pleasant in real life, and among any decent fellows would be chucked in the head until the swe llin g came down, a nd I don't think th ey are any more interesting or valuable in a story. I sup pose the author h as some purpose in view in making hi s c h a r acte r s as h e d oes, and that my remarks may be considered quite un called for. But I like the idea of ALL-SPORTS, and since I h ave been seei n g critical letters in "A Chat vVith You," I thought I wou ld t ake the liberty of writing a letter like this. I want to see the ALL-SPORTS have a long life, and I feel certain that fellows will tire of J ack Lightfoot if he keeps on being such a prig. With best wishes t o Mr. Stevens and the pub-lis h e rs, I a m, WINFRED GOFF. L oga n s port, Ind. Y our criticism does not seem t o us altogethe r just. If you had read the earlie r numbers of the series you would have seen that Jack did have grave defects of character which he was obliged to overcome, a weakness against which he had to wage a hard battle. He was not depicted as he is at present, by any means; it was clearly shown that he had to overcome himself b efo re h e could gai n any prominence. As for the fact that J ack can d o a nythin g here again you have overstated. He cannot run like 'Nilson aane, for an instance. At the sam time, i n order to be l eade r in a n ything. a man or a boy must p ossess superior qualities-he must be ab l e to see clearly and

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a -1 .in k quickly or his orders will be first proved ineffective, then i'.:igrantly ignored, and he will los e his position. Jack could n e t be leader unless he possessed superior powers, and Mr. Stevens cl r ew his character understanding thi s fact full well. At the same time, we must admit that Jack i s an altogether exceptional boy, and that he is much cleverer than we thought he was going to be at first. V./ e are' glad to hear from you, and hope that you will favor u s whenever you have anything to say which you believe the readers of this column would be in te r ested in reading, as your present letter undoubtedly is. I have been reading ALL-SPORTS s ince the first numb er, and I want to tell you that I think it i s fine. It seems to me that the author has hit upon just the right kind of sto rie s to please the boys of to-day who are not particularly interested in stor ies of foreign travel, and who like to read the adventures of boys like themselves. I greatly en jtly the "Chat with You" and the letters. I have noticed that some o f the boys who write to you get pretty excited o n the sub j ect of jiu-jitsu, and say they think it ought to be suppressed by l aw, and so on. That is very foolish and unreasonable. From the way they write, it seems to me that they know nothing about the method of fight ing, and get all their ide as from the foolish stories told in the newspapers. Jiu-jitsu wrestling is a method of fighting invented by the J apa ne se, and thought out and brought to perfection as a method of se lf-defen se for small people against big and stronger people. It is no more cruel than the English an d American method of fighting, if not l ess so. There are three tricks u se d, two of which enab l e the fighter to break his opponent's arm and the third may be fat al. But th ese move s are not a bit worse than a blow, the cut under the chin, or a bad throw, When a man fight s he ta kes chances on a broke n limb, anyway. I think the real cause of the objection i s that people are very much a fraid o f it because they don't know how to work it. An objection has been made that the method would be all right if only re spec table people kn ew it, but that it would be very dangerous to the people at large if thieves and other low characters knew it. I don't think we would be in a bit more danger than we are n ow If a thug hold s a man up he i s liable to do him as much injury in the plain, old-fashioned fighting as he would by jiu-jitsu. In fact, as I said before, you take chances anyway when you get into a fig ht, and since jiu-jitsu is harder to learn and requires a better brain th a n m ost thugs possess, the man who knows how to fig ht that way will be able to defend him sel f better than he could if he stuck to the old-fashioned methods and had had no trai ning. I hope Jack and his friends have a pleasant summe r, as well as Mr. Stevens. I am going away for the s umm er, and I would like to h ave you sen d me my copies to the a ddre ss I in close. BENJAMIN F. GAYNOR. Springfield, Ohio. Your ideas on jiu-jitsu will be somewhat new to most of our readers, who, in common with a great many older people in the country, l oo k up o n thi s method of fig hting as being very dangerous and a menace to the commun i ty But, as you say, a man takes chances when he goes into a fight, anyway. I have seen a number of l ette rs in this column attacking Phil Kirtland on the score of hi s supposed vanity, his snobbish ne ss, his purse-proud inferiority, his clothes-on, in s hort, everything and anything about him-and I want to say that I think these attacks are not only uncalled for, but th;it they are narrow and mean. It does not seem to me that Phil eve1 displays any really bad qualities; he i s not a prig, and h e is anxious to be first; but tho se qualiti es are no more sin s in him than they are in Jack Lightfoot, and Li g htfoot, w e are frequently tolu, i s perfection. Phil is cer t ain l y shrewder than Lightfoot, so I sup p ose that makes him the bugaboo he i to the Jac k admirers. That Phil w a nts credit for all he does, and l ikes applause wh e n ever he exce ls, is no sign of weakness of charact er. So far as I have re a d or heard, few men do d o much for anything but rewards of one kind or another. George Washington d e voted him se lf to the Continenta l cause becaL1se he, in co mmon with the vast majority of his fellow inhabitants of this country, wanted freedom from taxation. H e did not simply start out on the warpath all by his lonesome because he h;id it merely as pure wisdom th ;it freedom was a gooii thing. He went g unning for a ce rtain definie ohjec!, ;md h e kept at it until he got it I cannot see why Phil should be aLtackcd because he has a perfectly natural ambition. Then. he is a tta cke d because J ack sup pl
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3'J ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Ti'mely essays and hints upo n various athletic sports and pastim es, in which our boys are u sua lly d eeply and told in a way that m a y be easily und e r s tood. Ju s t a t present baseball i s th e topi c in h and, and ins tructive articles may b e found in ba ck nun:ibers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, a8 follows: No. 14, "How to Become a Batter." No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to Cover Fir s t Base." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop." No. 18, "Pitching.'.' No. 19, "Pitc hing Curves." No. 20, "The Pitc h e r's Team Work." No. 21, "Play ing Second B ase. No. 22, "Cov e ring Third Base." No. 23, "Playing th e Outfie ld." No. 24, "How to Cat c h." (I.) No. 25, "How to Catch." (II.) No. 26, "How to Run Bases." COACHING AND THE COACH. Few amateur teams place upon coaching and the coach anywhere n ea r this department's and officer's real value as of prime importance to successful team work in a game. Many teams altogether neglect this important feature of playing; the majority o f the remainder delegate anybody and everybody, the handiest man at the m o ment, vested in brief and seldom convincing author1ty, "to go up along the lin e and h e lp the runn e rs out," or, rath er, in. Perhaps one amateur captain in five thou sand is awake to the fact that at many moments of the game the coach is the man who win s o r loses, and puts in the position one who is capable of taking the r espo n s ibil ity; the success of such a captain's team is the reward of his good sense, for success follows a good coach as sure as his shadow follows a man who walks in th e sun. But the wise captains are few and the foolish captains are many. The games come out one way and another; men pla y ing together a long time come to und e r sta nd eac h othe r, and, although better work mi ght be done with a coach, fair success is had without one, and the captains reason: "What's the use?" Probably everyone who reads this has played checkers or drau ghts You can recall games in which you and your opponent wefr fairly even l y matched, the game was close If you sto p to think of such a game now, you will re alize that the man who won, nin e times out of t e n, stopped a nd th o u ght b e fore he made his final moves That's t h e p o int about coaching. Checkers and bo ys on the diamond are mighty different; the boys are alive, for one thing For another, each boy diff e r s from each checker in that if he makes a mistake he makes i t himself. He i s p art o f the game and cannot size up the board or fie ld as well as he could if he were in the position of the checker player moving his men ove r the b oa rd. But th e coach i s th e checker player. He sees the whole fie ld and at certain tim es, if he plays the other players, th ey and he will ,;,in. And just because success requires knowledge of the game at the moment and of the value to the score o f certain plays and players, the coach who can estimate on the play i s the man the team n eeds. A properly coached team will win more games than a b etter team which has no c oach, simpfy becau se th e better team ca n not dev e lop team work in the face of the m any peculiar situations the game d e velops, falls back on individual work and, at the dangerous moment, one man fails and th e team goes down. The coached team is a combina it play s and is played. At th e crucial moment it wms. The coach should, in th e fir st place, th o r ough l y under stand the powers of hi s own m en as base runners. Some base runners are s l ow, some speedy; some men never ca n make a good slide, some men make their most bri lliant p la ys s liding ; some men a r e easi l y rattl ed, some never wake up; some get exc it ed and can't see their way at all, some see twer:.ty ways to ac t and can't decide which they'll adopt; but one thing every player knows-that at so m e thrillin g moment every base runner will l ose his head a nd do th e thin g h e shou ldn't do. The coach must know hi s men from head to foot and understand the particular cussedness each will clevel op under stress At the same time, the coach must va lu e properly the fielding and throwin g ability of the defensive team; an overestimate is safe r than an und e r es tim ate. He must be able t o size the people h e is playing against rapidly and to play his men in accordance with his know l edge of what they can do and what their opponents can do. Coac h 's place is a t third. Coac hin g at first is se l dom call ed for. The runner must keep his eyes g lu ed on the ball and start for second w h en his judgment prompts except in certa i n cases when his work as a runner affects the play of o th e r s vitally, and then he must play in concert with the team as exp r essed by the coach. \ V h en the player starts from second, on th e ot h e r h a nd, he must be guided a lm os t altogether by the coach. Many a championship game has. been won by obedience to the man at third w h o kept the base runner on his way to h ome without the base runner ever knowing what sort o f a ball he was runnin g wit h and what the rest of the wo rl d, except the coach, was doing. The base runner s hould n ever be o bli ged to turn his h ead toward the play but sho uld move at top speed, working a lt ogether on sig nals from the coac h. The Joss of a fraction of a se c ond may m ean a great deal, and implicit reliance on the coach i s th erefore a necessity Just the duties of the coach in baseball terms are hard to describe He is the gene ral of the base runners, and, s tandin g along th e line, has th e task of planning ad vances from base to base to home. He works with sig n a ls, give n by hi s cap, crossi n g his l egs or even a n od of the h ead. The character of th e sig n als i s of little mo ment as long a s they are fully under stood and visible to the player. As mu c h time s h ou ld be g i ve n to the perfection of the working of the coaching department as to any other feature of a team's play. The importance of frequent prac tice in this work cannot be overstated Familia rit y breeds assurance in thi s case, and, until the w h o l e team learns to work like clockwork of which the coach is the main spring, s ucc ess cannot be certain. As for the best man to act as coach, the id eal is hard to find Coac h s h ould understand the game itself and its tricks He sho uld know his own men and be able to guess right the o pp o n ents Usu ally base runners make th e best coachers, because they can feel the other men. That sor t of close un de r sta ndin g which enables a man to appreciate the feelin g of another is the prime requisite. Combined with these qualities must be those qualitie s without which no man can be a success on the diamond, n o matter what his position-judgment, coolness and a guick wit.

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. THE RED LIB (!RY SE.A STO:R.I:ES, 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 who set out to capture the' notorious Captain Kidd. Every real boy has long e d to read more about the doings of this bold 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. I-Capt. Kidd's Sea Swoop; or, Carried Off by Pirates. 2-Capt. Kidd's Buried Treasure; or, Adven ture s of Three Boys Among the Buc caneers. 3-The Silver Cutlass; or, Thad and His Chums Lost in the Swamp. the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. 5-The Jolly Red Raven; or, Capt. Kidd's Dar ing Raid on Old New York. 6-The Corsair Captain; or, Thad and His Churns 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. 9--Capt. Kidd's Revenge; or, Thad Among the Tigers of the Sea. 10-The Chest of Doubloo11s; 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; o r, 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. 18-Capt. 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 op the Spanish Main. 24-Capt. Kidd at Bay; or, Marooned On a Sand-Spit. 25-The Silver B;;irque; or, Capt. Kidd's Last Prize. 26-Among the Buccaneers ; or, Thad and His Chums in Desper ate Straits. 27-The Red Scourge; or, How Morgan, the Buccaneer, Stormed the Citadel. 28-The Chase of the Slaver; or, Thad Among the Indi go Planters Coast Raiders; or, Thad at the Sacking of Maracaibo. 30-The Buccaneer's Ghost; or Thad's Adventures with the Pearl Divers. 31-The Sea Cat; or, How Our Boys Held the Fort. 32-The Phantom Galleon; or, Thad's Adven tures A long the Isthmus. 33-A Blue Water Free-Lance; or, l:'had Adrift in a Leaking Pinnacle. 34-A Corsair of the Carribees ; or, The Un lucky Silver "Pieces of Eight." FIV-E : : : For Sale by all Newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, upon receipt of price by publlsbers : . WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165WestFiCteenthSt., NEWYORK I

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. COME BOYS, COME GET THB ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY iu Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution gi'eater than that of the United States.,, -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, dor..'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 story is of generous 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. I-Jack Lightfoot's Challenge; or, The Win ning of the Wager. 2-Jack Lightfoot's Hockey T eam; or, The Rival Athletes of Old Cranford. 3-Jack Li ghtfoot'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. o -Jack Lightfoot's Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. 7-Jack Lightfoot's Crack Nine; or, How Old "Wagon Tongue" Won the Game. 8-J ack Lightfoot's Winning Oar; or, A Hot Race for the Cup. 9-J ack Lightfoot, The Young Naturalist; or, The Mystery of Thunder Mountain. 10-J ack Lightfoot's Team-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. II-Jack Lightfoot's Home Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Hap pened on a Century Run. 13-J ack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, A Y oung Athlete Among the Hoboes. 14-J ack 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-J ack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jockey for Just One Day. 18-Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, A Traitor 011 the Diamond. rg-Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, HoW; Victory W a!'> Snatched From D efeat. 20Jack Lightfoot in Camp; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-J ack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot's 1Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball. 24-Jack Li g htfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-Jack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26--J ack Lightfoot's Hard Luck; or, A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm 28-J ack Lightfoot the Mat; or, The Jiu Jitsu Trick that Failed to Work. 29-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. 30Jack Lightfoot in the Box ; or, The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. : : For Sale by all Newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, upon receipt of price by publlshers : WINNER LIBRARY CO 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK

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BUY IT AT ONCE many of our boys have bicycles, some have boats, others l like :fishing and shooting. A LL of these sports will be carefully dealt with in "Teach th e Ameri-the All-Sports Library. The stories will deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read, there fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that to become an ath7 l e t e and so lay th e "f" foundatz'on of a conis new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. stitution greate r than w th a t of the United States." Wzs e sayings LIKE all other good things The All-Sports Library has its imitations. We warn our boys to be careful not to be taken in by these counterfeits. Be sure to get Th e All-Sports Library that the quotation from the fam ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a as no other can com pare few words, just what the All-Sports Library is attempting to do. We \I\ firmly believe that if the American boy by all news-dealers, or sent, postpaz'd, by the publishers upon receipt of prz'ce of to-day can only be made to realize how surely the All-Sports Library will give him an insight into all matters relating to athletics, our library will attain the mightiest circulation reached by any pub1ication for boys. } T would be hard to find a boy who is not _interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have baseball, hockey, football and track teams and when these PRICE teams play their rivals, interest runs high indeed. Then, too, THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West F ifteenth Street : NEW YORK


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