Jack Lightfoot's all=sports team; or, How Lafe Lampton threw the hammer

Jack Lightfoot's all=sports team; or, How Lafe Lampton threw the hammer

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Jack Lightfoot's all=sports team; or, How Lafe Lampton threw the hammer
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Stevens, Maurice
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Pubrshers' Note "Teecll t'he American boy flow to become an atflfete, 8114 lay fhe foa11d'at1011 for a Constrtatlon greeter than tllft f of the United States."-Wl1e sayings from "Tip Top." There bas never been a time when the boys of this gr .. t country took so keen an Interest In all manly and bealthglvlog sports as they do to-day. As proof of this witness the record-breaking throngs that attend college struggles on the gridiron, as well as athletic and baeeball games, and otbel' tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude of other channels this love for the "life strenuous" la making Itself manliest, so that, as a natiolli, we are rapidly forging to the front as aeeken of 'honest sport. Recognizing this "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that the time bas arrived to give this vast army of young enthusiast a publication devoted exclusively to invigorating out-door life. We feel we are jugtifled In anticipating a warm response from our 1turd7 American boys, who are sure to revel In the 1tlrrlng phases of sport and adventure, througll which our characters pass from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY 111 WUlily. By S"bi&riplwn 11..ro Jtr year. Bntwed according-111 Act of Qngreu in 11" year 1905 in 1111 Of/ice 11/ 11" Librarian o/ Congreu, Waslti11ztq11, D. C., l>y THE WINNER LIBRARY Co. 16.s West Fifteenth$! ., N ew Y ork, N. Y. No. 29 NEW YORK, August 26, 1905. Price Five Cents. Jack Lightf oot's All=Sports Team; OR, HOW LAFE LAMPTON THREW THE HAMMER. By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACHRS IN THIS STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best all-round athlete in Cranford or a lad clear of eye, clean o f speech, and, after h e had co nquered a few of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doing t/1ingswhile others were talking;, that by degrees caused him to be looked upon as the natural leader in all the sports Young America delights in-a boy who in learning to conquer himself p u t the power into his hands to wrest victory from others. T o m Llll"htfoot, Jack's cousin, and sometimes his rival; though their striving for the mastery was a lways of the friendly, generous kind. was called the "Book-Worm" by his fellows, on ac count of his love for studying such secrets o f nature as practical observers have discovered and p ublished; so that he possessed a fund of general knowledge calculated to prove useful w h e n h i s wandering spirit took him abroa d i nto strange lan d s Lafe Lampton, a big, hulking chap, wllh an ever present craving for something to eat. Lafe a lways had his appetite and a stanch frien d o f our hero through thick and thin Wilson Crane, Ned Skeen, Brodie Strawn, Orson Oxx, som e o f the Cranford athletes who went to make up Jack's team. Reel Snodgrass, who hated Jack and plann e d his injury. Delancy Shelton, a. r ich young d ude who spent money like wate r Nick Flint, a scapegrace of the town, with all the worst t r aits of a n Indian in his makeup. S u s ie Powers, Nellie Cooner, Kate Strawn, Liiy Livingston, Dais y Lightfo o t girls who cheere d the Cranford co lors a t the great tournament. CHAPTER I. TANGLIN G R EEL SNODGRA S S A n swer m y que s ti on!" Jack Lightfoo t a cting as h is own lawyer was cross questi o nin g R eel S no d g r ass. H a lf the town o f seemed to be packed wi t h i n the l i ttl e c ourtroo m o r ab out it. Jus tice Pre nd e r g a s t a thick paunchy man, with i ro ng r a y hair, and hi s s p e ct a cle s s h ov ed w ell up on his fo reh ead, sat in hi s b ig cli air behind his high desk, l oo kin g out over the courtroom and at the wit-0ess and the questioner. Now and then he interject ed a question himself, or m a de so me statem ent o f l aw o r ad i n o ni s hed the crowd in the c ourtroo m t o k e ep quiet. It w as hard t o k e ep that crowd quiet. Jack s p a rti sans were pack ed clos e behind him, filling all that p art of the room, a nd the y were inclin e d at times t o b e n o isy. The people who occupied the rest of the room were


2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. I equally inclined to be noisy, desiring to show their feelings with hand clappings and stampings of feet at times; until the justice of the peace before Jack had been arraigned had more than once threatened to clear the room if they did not keep still. The whole thing had come about in this way: Two or three days before, a Japanese teacheiuf jiu jitsu had appeared in Cranford, coming from Cc.rdiff at the invitation of Nat Kimball, who was a believer in jiu-jitsu and desired to have hi,TI get a class of Cran ford young fellows. Jack had met the Jap on the mat in the gym and had defeated him by using American methods of wrestling. That same night Jack had been attacked on his way home, a diamond pin belonging to his sister was missed from her room, and the gym was fired by an incendiary. It was believed at first, by Jack and others, that these things were done by the Jap, in a spirit of re venge against Jack for his defeat. There were a num ber of strange occurrences, all pointing to the J ap. While Jack was trying to arrive at the truth and learn whether or not the Jap wa really guilty, he made the startling discovery that the author of these crimes was a man called Boralmo, who had originally ap peared in Cranford with Reel Snodgrass, posing as a Hindoo magician from Bombay. In trying to sei'ze Boralmo-who had invaded Jack's room and was there attacking the J ap-Jack pulled away the pocket of Boralmo's coat, finding in it later the missing pin, but Boralmo escaped; and no one had seen him but Jack and the Jap.* When news spread over town that the man who had fired the gym and committed the other outrages was Boralmo, a feeling against Reel Snodgrass arose in the minds of many people. Boralmo had already clone strange things in Cran ford and shown his criminal bent; and su s picion that Reel knew more than he would confess, that he was, in fact, Boralmo's co1ifederate, grew out of this talk. The whole thing so infuriated Reel that he a warrant for Jack's arre st, charging him with being the one who had set fire to the gym, and that all thi s talk about Boralmo was but dust to cover up his crime This warrant had been served on Jack by one of the deputies of Tom Kennedy, the cons{able, while Ken nedy was away; and the deputy, coming to Jack's *See No. 28, last we e k's issu e : "Ja ck Li g h tfoo t on th e Mat; or, The Jiu-jitsu Trick That Did Not Work" home to serve the writ, had been unnecessarily harsh, gripping Jack by the arm and marching him in humili ation through the streets to the jail, where he would have been incarcerated but for the fact that T o m Light foot hurried to his aid and Tom's father offered bail for him. Jack, arou s ed to a high pitch of indignation, had demanded an immediate trial. The J ap was g o ne from Cardiff, and Jack could not summon him as a witness, a thing on whicn Reel had counted. Only the J ap and Jack had seen Boralmo, the supposed Hindoo. Jack's mother being at the time in straitened financial circumstances, Jack declared that he would not permit her to hire a lawyer-though Tom Light foot's father ari'd Jack's friends wquld have procured for him the bes t lawyer to be had in Cardiff, if he had consented-and, the trial being now on, Jack was de fending himself with remarkable ability. The-whole town was seething with excitement. The courtroom was not only but heads filled every window, and people who could not get in or get near the windows were being told by their friend s at the windows just what was happening from time to time inside. It is small wonder that the justice of the peace was having a hard time to control this excited crowd. Reel Snodgrass was on the witness stand, and Jack was cross-examining him. Reel had already testified that he had seen Jack near the gym just at the time of the fire and had seen him running away from it. Jack had shot a question at him, and Reel had hesi tated to answer. "Answer my question!" was Jack's sharp demand. Not far from Reel sat Delancy Shelton, his face pale and his weak blue eyes looking frightened. It seemed to Del a ncy, even tho u g h he had advi s ed Jack s arrest, ihat Reel hatl got him self int o a "hole" by some answers Jack had already dragged out of him. "What was the question?" said Reel, trembling. His tanned face was as white as plaster where the tan did not cover up the real complexion. His eyes had become furtive and shifting. The b o ys behind Jack, among them Lafe Lampton, Neel Skeen and others, tittered when Reel asked to hav e the que s ti o n repeated. "Jack's gettin g him all balled up!" Skeen whispered. The jus tice rapped for order. "Repeat your question, Mr. Lightfoot I" he said.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 "Wasn't I running toward the building, instead of away from it, when you saw me?" "I-I don't think you were," Reel stammered. "Don't you know that I was? I'm not asking you what you think." Reel hesitated again. "No, I don't know it." "Will you swear, on your solemn oath, that I was running away from the building?" "I have already said that I saw you there!" he de clared, doggedly. "Answer my question! Will you swear that I was running a way from the building? Remember that you are on your oath !" "Answer the question!" commanded the justice, sharply, when Reel still hesitated. "N-no I don't know which way you were run ning." The boys behind ] ack tittered again. Once more the justice pounded his desk to enforce order, while Delaney's pale blue eyes increased their l ook of fright. "Then," said Jack, "why did you testify a while ago that you did see me running away?" "I-I thought you were running away." "You didn't see n1e set the fire?" "I saw you by that s tairway where the fire started." "At the time the fire started?" "Y-yes." Again the b oys laughed. Jack dropped that subject and took up another. "Will you swear that you did not see Boralmo m t own here the night of the fire?" "I did not him." "You did not know that he was in the town?" Reel hesitated again. "No." "You did not tell anyone that he was in town that night and you had seen him?" "No," said Reel. He had told no o ne that but Delancy, and he wondered if Delancy had repeated it. / "Tell me why you think I set the gym on fire?" "I don't know why you did it." "Didn't you say I did it for the purpose of making that charge against Boralmo and so injuring you; that Boralmo was not here, and I knew he was not here?" 1 "Yes, I beli eve I said that." "Yet you said just now you don't know why I did it!" "That was my guess; I don t know certain." "Isn't it a fact that you have said a good many things to injure me?" "No more than you have said to injure me." "That isn t answering my question." "Answer the question," admonished the justice. "Y-yes, I think l have." "You have said a good many things for the purpose of injuring me." Reel hesitated. "Y-yes." "Why?'' hesitated again-"I don't think you've treated me right. "Now, I want to remember that you're on your oath, and I'll ask you this: Didn't you have this warrant for my arrest i ss ued simply to injure me?" Reel 's hands shook. "No." "YOU did not?" "I did not." Jack continued to ask him these keen questions until, before he was through, Reel had contradicted himself on a good many points. Then, to Reel's surprise, Jack asked that Delancy Shelton should be placed on the witness stand. Delancy had not been summoned as a witness, and his amazement, as well as Reel's, was great. Delaney's face was already pale, but it became like chalk when the justice commanded him to come for ward to the witness stand. After Delanc y had been duly sworn the first ques tion fired at him by Jack was this: "Mr. Shelt on, w.ill you say 1 your solemn oath that Mr. Reel Snodgrass did not tell you that o n the night of the fire Boralmo was in town and he had seen him?" Jack did not know that this was true. He knew himself that Boralmo was in town ; his common sense told him that Reel had met Boralmo, and his c ommon sense also told him that Reel ac quainted Delancy with about everything that hap pened to him. Delancy hesitated as Reel had done, -and .Tack s aw that now he had him, and that his guess was right. "Answer the question," commanded the justice. Jack repeated it. "Yes," said Delancy, his voice shaking; "he told me that he-aw-he had been or perhaps it was-he knew, or maybe it was-that-that he had heard that Boralmo was here." "He t o l d you that Boralmo was in town that night?" Jack shot at him. "Answer me straight!"


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Y-ye-yes !" "He ha s t o ld you more than once that he dislikes me very much?" "Ye-yes "Did he tell you that he meant to bring this charge against me, or had brought it against me, simply as spite work?" Delancy appeared about to fall out of the chair ; he rapped his cane about his legs and across his knees and seemed t o bec o me stifled. Reel had t old him that. Nevertheless, he saw h ow he had already damaged Reel ; and now he lied outright to shield hi s friend. "No," he answered, trembling. "On your oath, do you say that?" "He--he didn't tell me." "Now, did he or die! he not say he had seen and talked with Boralmo ?" Delancy saw that he would have to deny what he had already said "I-I think he said-think he said he was-aw-expecting him, don t y' know ; yes, that is what he saidthat he was, or had been, expecting him." Delancy, by this hedgin g, made every body s ure that h e was swearing falsely; btit at the same time he thus s hi e l ded Reel fro m a possible prosecution on the charge of perjury. Before Jack got through with Delancy and Reel, everything Reel had said as evidence had been s o ridclled that it was worth n ot hin g Then Jack called witnesses who testified that he was up in town when the fir s t a rted, that he had rung in a fire alarm and had been the first to run toward the gym to put out the fire Jack a lso took the s tand in his own behalf, and told where he was, what he had done and what he had seen that night ; and t old it all in so st r aightforward a man ner that everyone saw he was speaking the truth. The trial was what i s call ed a preliminary examina tion befor e a jus tice of the peace. If the t estimony had been in any manner again st J ack he would have been he l d b y the justice to a higher c ourt for a regular trial. As it was, Jack was hardly out of the witness chair before the just ice had dismissed the case against him, i nserting, as he did so, a sharp l ecture to Reel Snod grass, warning him ne ver again at his peril to bring a c ase before that court unle ss he had good and abundant e r idence to back it, and plainly hinting a belief that the whole thing was spite w o rk, and that both Reel and Delan c y had committed per j ury. Delancy had been so frightened by Jack's sharp e 'C ami nation that a lr eady he had left the courtroom, and Reel hurried out as soon as he could get through the cro wd that j ammed the door. Even the justice did not stop-perh aps h e did not want to stop-the tremendous yell of triumph that broke from the mid st of Jack's friends in the court room. Dozens and scores of people were now crowding around J ack, reaching out to take him by the hand and congratulate him. Even the justice descended from his chair for that purp ose. "Jack," he said, s milin g, "I think you were cut out for a l awyer A r egular attorney couldn't have done better, and a good many of them couldn't have done as well. Let me congratulate you and assure you of my belief in your complete innocence." There were some girls in that packed courtroom, sandwiched in with som e women, among the women bein g Jack's m ot her. The girls came forward with Jack 's moth er and his sister, Daisy. The reader needs hardly to b e t old that with those girls were Kate Strawn and Nellie Conner. Another was there who had long been, and still was, the friend of both Reel and Delancy; this was Lily Livingston. She was one of the first to greet Jack, and her face was beaming as she took him by the hand. Ned Skeen was standing with Lafe Lampton, and he heard Lily Livingston's words. "Loo k at th at-look at that!" h e whispered. "Don't that prove what I've always said-that you can't trust girl s ? Hear her! She making Jack think she's the best and j olliest friend he's got; and yet, as soon as she gets out of here, she'll be saying things just as nice to Reel and Delancy. Howling mackerels, it's things l ike that which make me hate girls "Oh, the gi rl s are all right," Lafe grunted, hunting vainly thro ugh his pockets for a peanut. "Anyway, I don't care anything abo ut that; the only thing I'm thinking of is how neatly Jack showed up those scoun drels. I want to yell, and I will yell, to my heart's cori tent, as soon as I can get out of here." A little later he was outside with a great mob of J ack's friends and adm i rers "What abo ut J ack Lightfoot?" he shouted, swinging his cap. The n all bellowed, at the top of their lung s : "He's all right!"


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 CHAPTER II. REEL'S DESERVED PUNISHMENT. When Jack Lightfoot met Reel Snodgrass, quite by chance, late that afternoon, the anger that had bubbled in him all day was sent beyond bounds by the sneering words and manner with which Reel greeted him,. The place was down by the fair-ground fence, in a narrow path that led routid that way from the lake. They were alone in the path. "You got off slick enough,'' sneered Reel, "and per haps you got your friends to believe that you were in nocent, but I've heard a good many people say since that they still think you were guilty." "You mean you have said that to a good many people." "I've heard people say it." Jack stepped up to him. "Reel, you're a low-down cur and a liar!" "Don't strike me!" Reel warned. "You haven't heard anyone say that he thought I was guilty." "You're another liar; I have. I've heard dozens say it!" More than once it has been shown that Jack Light foot had a fiery temper, which he tried to control, but which often got away from him. It got away from him now. He struck Reel in the face, knocking him up against the fence. "You lying cur!" he shouted, advancing on him. "Don't hit me again!" said Reel. "If you "If I do, what?" "Well, don't hit me again!" "Take back those lies you have told about me!" "They weren't lies!" "Take them back!" "They weren't lies-you and--" Crack! did set the gym on fire, Jack's wrath exploded agam, and Reel fell to the ground, knocked down. He sprang up, shrieking with rage, and rusheq at Jack. "Reel, you scoundrel, I've stood as much from you as I'm going to! You've injured me in every way pos sible and now I'll settle with you!" Then he knocked Reel down again as the latter came at him, and when Reel tried to get up he knocked him down once more. Jack's rage was now like a volcano; he forgot caution, forgot everything he should have thought of. He seemed about to rush on Reel again. Reel drew 'h pistol, as he lay on the ground, and leveled it at Jack. His finger was on the trigger and the hammer of the weapon was rising, and his pale face, distorted with anger, showed that he really meant to shoot, when, :-vith a quick jump, Jack kicked the pistol out of his hand. "You're a coward and a bully!" Reel screamed, while his fingers tingled with pain. "And you're a cur and a scoundrel! Get up and face me like a man! You don't dare to do it. Get up, and I'll pound your face off." Reel was crawling away, as if he feared Jack's foot "I don't take back anything," he shouted, vindic. 1 "Y tive y. ou re a-Jack, wild with rage, was about to leap at him again. He was interrupted. There was a swish of starched skirts and Lily Liv ingston ran in to interpose between them She had been down by the lake, and, seeing Reel on that path, she had taken it, thinking to overtake him and walk on into the town with him. She beheld Jack leaping at Reel, his fist ciinched and his face aflame with anger. "Why, Mr. Lightfoot!" she cried, stepping between him and Reel. "Why, I'm astonished!" "He deserves it," said Jack. "He didn't get half that was coming to him." Nevertheless he stopped. Lily s appearance had suddenly brought him back to his senses. His face, which had been red with rage, lost its color and became a sickly white. Reel scrambled to his feet, cursing. "Why-why, I don't understand the meaning of this!" said Lily, still interposing between them. She was a good-looking summer girl, of jolly man ners, clad in white, with tan belt, tan shoes and a light straw hat on her head. "I knocked him down," said Jack, bluntly, at the same time breathing very hard. "And were intending to do it again?" "Yes, I was; and if I knocked him down every five minutes for a whole day I couldn't knock him down as many times as he deserves. He's treated me villain ously and lied about me until I can't stand it any longer." Lily Livingston stared at him. "Mr. Lightfoot, I'm astonished! I thought you were a gentleman!"


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "I try to be," said Jack, bitterly. Then she brightened. "But here! I'll take that back. Of course you're a gentleman But I'm going to scold you. I'm so much, ever so much, older than you are, you know, and ever so much older than Reel is, you know, that, really, I'm going to scold of you-and talk like a mother to you." She was assuming this great age, for she was but about seventeen .. "Now, see here," she said, laughing, "shake hands and be friends, can't you? Isn't there something I can do to bridge over the bloody chasm? Both of you are nice fellows, and I wish you could be friends! Don't you think if you'd try--" "I don't want him for my friend!" shouted Reel, angrily. "Come now, Reel; you and Mr. Lightfoot ought to be good friends !" "My opinion is like Reel's," said Jack; "I don't want him for my friend." "Oh, dear me! Young men are such exasperating creature s If you won't be friends you can quit fight ing." "I'm through," said Jack. Reel turned on him fiercely. "But I'm not through with you, Lightfoot!" He put his handkerchief to his nose, as if he ex pected to find blood." "From this on fook out for me!" he threatened. "Bah! I shan't let your threats trouble me," cried Jack. "Mr. Lightfoot," said the girl, "will you stop quar reling and walk with me uptown? I need an escort." "Certainly," Jack answered. He was astonished by this request. He had expected that when she went on toward town she would ac compan y Reel. They left Reel standing by the fence, tenderly feel ing of his face as if he doubted it was all there, and they walked together along the path. "Mr. Lightfoot, I want you to be my friend, and I want to be yours Can't you let up on Reel, for that rea son?" "All that you saw was his fault," Jack insisted. "You could have kept from striking him." "I don't think so; he made me too mad. What was said I don't care to repeat. Then, after I knocked him down, he drew a revolver on me. He's as big as I am, and as strong, and--" "But there is such a thing as not noticing things,' ; she urged. "Couldn t you keep away from him?" "I did; and he had me arrested." "But hereafter?" she begged. "Miss Livingston, I was in Cranford before Reel Snodgrass came here, and probably I shall be here after he has gone away. I expect to walk on the streets and conduct myself just as I've always done. If you don t want me to have trouble with him, talk with him, and tell him to keep away from me and to stop lying about me more than I can stand." "Oh, dear!" she cried. "There you go again! Don't you believe in turning one cheek, if somebody smites you on the other ?" "Sometimes, perhaps; that depends, I fancy." "But now I want you to be friends; and if you can't be that, to be my friend, at least." "Glad to do that," said Jack. "It would be so pleasant here in Cranford if these troubles could be ended. Why can't you young fellows get along nicely, as the girls do?" "Do they?" said Jack. "I'm awfully glad to know that girls never quarrel or tell tales on each other." "Now, you re laughing at me!" "Am I?" "Of course you are. But I'll forgive you. And come and see me sometime. I've never had half a chance to get acquainted with you and your cousin, Tom. And your sister, tell her that I'm coming down soon to make a call on her." Lily Livingston was really a bright and attractive girl. Whether she was hypocritical, as Skeen declared, or a girl of straightforward truthfulness, she was still very charming, and before she and Jack separated she had quite won him from his fierce and angry mood and left him laughing heartily at some witty remark she had made. CHAPTER III. REEL TURNS TEMPTER. But the mad rage that seethed now in the heart of Reel Snodgrass did not so soon pass away. He had already been drinking a little, which was one thing that had cau sed him to begin the trouble there in the path with Jack. After Jack and Lily wel'e gone Reel went down to the lake, and, taking the other path which led to the main street, he went on into town that way Going up to his ro o m in the Cranford House, where he stopped with Delancy, he took another drink of the


ALL-SPORT S LIBRARY. '7 .whisky which Delancy had brought there for his own u se. Delancy had been drinking, too, since the trialdrinking to steady his nerves, which had been badly shaken by J ack's sharp examination. Delancy came in, just as Reel pouring the fiery liquor down his throat. He was not in a good humor, for he had seen Lily Livingston walking with Jack Lightfoot. "What was she-aw-walking with Lightfoot for?" he grunted. Delancy l aid claim t o Lily Livingston, and rumor had it that sometime they expected to marry. "Curse him!" howled Reel. He took another drink, and Delancy h e lped himself to one "What are you cur sing him for, don't y' know?" "Everything!" sa id Reel, his face taking some color, whereas, when D e lanc y began to feel the effect of alcohol, his face became a ghastly white. "What am I cursing him for? Everything. See that?" He dropped into a chair and pointed to his swollen nose. "Has he-has he been-aw-fighting you?"' gasped Delancy. "He kno.cked me down! I sho uld have kill ed him if Lily Livingston hadn't come a long and stopped the blooming row." He took out his revolver and threw it on the bed. Delancy twisted his cane across his s houlders and stared. "Aw, really-fighting you? That is-aw-why she 1 c ame uptown with him?" "Yes, that's the reason." Delancy took a chair. "It's-aw-better than what I thought, anyway, y' kn ow !" He l ooked at Reel, while the latter went to the mirror to examine his swollen proboscis. "Why-aw-if you cawn t whip him yourself, why don't you hire some one to do it for you? Blawst his side, that's what I'd do!" "Who could I get?" "Aw, don't y' know, for money, you can get plenty of fetlahs who would do that." ,. Delancy h ad plenty of m o ney and it was his b e l ief tl1at money can do anyt hing. It did a good many things for him, he knew. "Name scimebody," said Reel. "I'll give you fifty d o llars if you'll whip him." He laugh e d hars hly. But when Delancy had gone oi..tt again the thou g ht planted by him had taken root. As a result, Reel that evening met Nicholas Flint, the leade r of the "Gang," as certain of the worst boys of the town were called Nick Flint had a dark face and an Apache look of cruelty and cunning. He was not devoid of brains. Even to be a leader of bad boys one must ha v e some in t elle ct. Yet when he went to schoo l he studied as little as he could. Reel Snodgrass had been drinking rath e r heavily since his encounter with Jack Lightfoot. The m o re he drank the more that memory rankled and the mor e reckle ss and vindictive he became But for th e recklessness engendered by drink he would not have gone to Nick Flint; caution would have kept him from doing that. Nick was standing in the yard at hi s home on the outskirts of the town, when Reel came along with loaf ing steps and slyly exhibited to him a bottle of whisky. Though Nick re a lly was not an Indian, he had all of the Indian love of liquor, and when he saw that bottle he came hurriedly out at th e gate "Something good t o drink, eh?" he said, wiping his dark hand thirstily a c ross hi s m o uth "Some o f the best going," Reel answered ; "Delancy bought it and I collared it. Come along, if you'd like some of it." Nick did not try to resist. Temptations like that were a j oy t o h im. His black eyes sparkled. "Sure thing!" he said, and they walked together down the road. When out of sight of t he house Reel gave him the bottle and Nick tipped it over hi s dark nose "Here, d o n t swallow it all at once!" cried Reel. Nick yielded it reluctantly. "That's all right," he said, wiping his lips "I haven t h ad a drink a s good as that since the time Wilson Crane stole the whisky from his father's office and brotlght it to some of u s fellows up in thrit old hay barn south of town." "That was b efo re Jack Lightfoo t reformed him, I suppose?" sai d Reel, with a snee r. "Oh, he ain't reformed! He's just playing good for a while. He wants to be in the b a ll games, and he knows he'd be kicked out if h e didn't walk pretty straight. J ube Marlin's another. They're lil-e the kids who get good at C hri stmas time and go stra ight along t o Sunday school so that they won't be forgotten in the Chr i s tm as entertait1111ent? and will get their names on th e Christmas tree


8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "What about Jack Lightfoot himself?" asked Reel, pleased by this kind of talk. "Just a hypocrite," said Nick. "You don't like him very well?" "About as well as you do, I guess. I hate him!" "Have another drink," said Reel as if ofi;ering a reward for virtue. "If you hate him, why don't you do him up sometime." "Why don t you?" Nick demanded. "Sit down here, by this bank,'' Reel invited, and he offered the liquor bottle agaih. His own head was not feelir{g very steady, and he was more intoxicated than he knew. "How' d you like to make some money ?" "Show me how I can do it!" cried Nick, eagerly. "Take another drink. I've heard you've got a pretty hard head. "I never struck the whisky yet that could knock me out!" Nick boasted. "That's good; wish I c ou ld say the same. But the stuff gets me down in no time." He fished something out of his pocket. "See that?" "Yes : it's a golf ball." "It looks like one/' "Well, it is one; I've seen plenty of them." "Have s o me more of the whisky, and to-morrow come to me and I'll give you a whole bottleful." "If that isn t a golf ball, what is it?" asked Nick, when he had again "sampled" the whisky. "It's a golf ball. Did I say it wasn't?" "I thought you did." "It's a golf ball, but a peculiar one. In fact, it' s a trick golf ball. The trick is t o substitute it for a r eg u lar golf ball when some one is playing; he will then hit this ball, and it will explode and shower him all over with st uff that looks like ink." Nick took the ball curiously in his brown fingers and began to heft it by tossing it in his hands. "Don't-don't d o that!" cried Reel, with sudden terror. "Why, what's the matter with it? "I've told you." Nich o las Flint, as ha s been stated, was no fool. He knew that the mere fact that he might shower himself with inklike water would not bring that look of fear to Reel 's face. He held the ball gingerly in his fingers a moment, and then pa sse d it back to Reel. "I don't think I want to foo l with it, if you're afraid of it. What's in it dynamite?" "No, certainly n ot." "Well, you acted as if yo u thought it might if I didn't handle it carefully. I'm betting there s some thing in it that will blow a fellow up. I don't think I want it round me." He edged away from Reel. "Don't be silly!" said Reel. "Well, you're the one that acted silly, if there's nothing in that ball but black water." "Have another drink." Nick never refused such an invitation. "Now," Reel went on, "how much do you want for sub stit utin g thi s ball for a regular golf ball when Jack 's playing, so that he'll be sure to hit this ball?" "I don't think I want to try it." "He and some others are going to be on the golf link s to -mo rrow forenoon. I heard about the arrange m ents In the afternoon that field meet is t o take place. The golf business i s just t o keep them in tune, without too much exercise, for the meet You could be out on the links; maybe you could get to act as caddie. S ooner or later, of course, Jack \vill lose sight of his ball, by d riving it too hard or l osing it in the grass. That will be your chance. You can g ive him this ball in place of the genuin e o ne. Be'll never know the difference." Nick grinned curiously. "Am I to throw this ball to him ?" "Nono! Of c o urse not." "Say, that whisky hasn't gone to my head enough to make me a fool There's something the matter with that ball!" "Of course there is. I've told you it was a trick ball." "Then, why wou ldn't it be safe fo throw it to him?" "Why-why it might-well, you see, it might break and spi}l the black liquid out of it, and then, of course, you wouldn' t h ave the fun of seeing him smash at it and ruin hi s clothin g "I g u ess I don't wa'nt to do it." Reel took out a wad of money, which he had gained from Delancy at poker, and e x hibit ed it to the greedy ey e s of Nick Flint. "See that? "Oh, I see it all right." Nick's eyes h ad a hun gry g l a re, and he looked as if he wanted t o sna tch the m oney and run w ith it. "There's fifty dollars, and you c a n have it, if you'll do what I say "And maybe get myself blowed up with dynamite! \i\That good would the money do me then?"


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 "You-you needn't stand close enough to him when he strikes at the ball." Reel's whisky-fuddled head has largely lost it caution. Nick grinned again, sardonically. "Then it is dynamite; I thought so!" "No, of courst it isn't." "See here! Because you're half drunk you needn't think I am, if I have been drinking that whisky!" "Have another drink!" "Not just now. Go on and say what you was going to say.'" "I'll give you fifty dollars to change this ball for the ball Jack is playing with to-morrow." "Will you give it to me in advance?" "I'll give you half of it in advance, and half when the trick is done." "And what if something happens and I go to jail for it?" Reel winked with drunken slyness. "How can you? Think how safe it will be! You can claim that you found the ball there in the grass, and that you didn't know anything about it, but sup posed naturally that it was Jack's ball." "I guess it's worth more than fifty!" saig Nick, cautiously. Yet he was hungering for that money. "Fifty dollars for five minutes work! Thinkof it!" "And five years in jail, maybe; maybe twenty in jail, or the gallows." "You'll never be an hour in jail, I tell you." "Well, now, see here; if I do take your money and do that, and get into trouble and go to jail, you bet I'll blab on you; I won't go alone!" The thought took some of the color out of the whis ky-red face of Reel Snodgrass. He took a pull at the bottle, and then he felt better aga111. "But how can you get into trouble?" he argued. "See how easy it is! If you claim that you found the ball there and thought it was Jack's, who can prove that you didn't? There was never anything safer." "Then why don't you do it ?'1 "That's easy to explain. In the first place, everybody knows of the recent trouble between Jack and I ; and they'd know that I wouldn't hunt a golf ball for him; they'd know at once that something was wrong when the-the ex-I mean the dirty water showered over him." "Tell me what's in the ball?" "Colored water-black water." "That's a lie; it's dynamite." "Eveq if it was dynamite, that wouldn't make it worse for you. You want to get even with Jack Light foot, don't you? Here's your chance. He thinks you're a tough and low-down trash." "Did he ever say that?" "Yes, he did; I've heard him say it many a time." Nick mouthed a threat and an oath when he heard this lie. "And here's your chance to get even-to do him up; and n obody can prove a thing on you." "Let me see that ball." Reel passed it to him again. "Handle it carefully!" "So I won't spoil my clean shirt front with the inky water!" He winked knowingly. His shirt was much soiled. "Mr. Reel Snodgrass, for me to put this chunk of dynamite-this little bomb that looks like a golf ballwhere Jack Lightfoot will be sure to hit it and blow himself to kingdom come--" "'Sh!" Reel warned, l ook ing quickly around. "Somebody may hear you!" "Somebody will hear this, when it goes off." "But somebody may be lying in those bushes behind tts. Talk low." He looked anxiously at the bushes, in the growing dusk. "For me to do that," said Nick, "will cost you more than fifty dollars-it will cost you fifty before I begin, and fifty more when it's done. And if nothing happens-if I put the ball there and nothing happens, I'm to have the money anyhow." "Not on your life! You'd trick me; you'd put a real golf ball there, and then claim the money." It was what Nick had thought of doing. "Well, now, what

IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. CHAPTER IV. ON THE GOLF LINKS. On the golf links the next forenoon were several pretty girls, as well as athletic young fellows. The girls were Nellie Conner, Kate Strawn, Lily Livingston, Susie Powers and Daisy Lightfoot. Susie was from Cardiff, but she had come over that morning on the train for the purpose of being in Cran ford to witness the field events that afternoon on the old fair grounds, where everything was ready for track athletics. As a consequence, Ned Skeen was one of the golfers that morning, and Ned wasn't saying anything about girls. If he "hated" other girls, it was pretty certain that for the time at least Susie Powers, the pretty golden-haired miss from Cardiff had won him over to her side completely. Jack was playing with Nellie Conner and Lafe Lampton with Kate Strawn. Brodie Strawn was play ing with Lily Livingston, and Jack's sister, Daisy, was playing with her cousin Tom. Jack had driven his ball out, and Nellie Conner now "teed" hers and sent it skipping in the same direction. A number of people were on the golf links. Seen among others was the dark face of Nick Flint but Reel Snodgrass was not there. Nick had a balI in his pocket, which he touched gin gerly with his fingers. He walked carefully, for he was actually afraid to move it roughly or jolt it. .He was sure now that it contained dynamite. His dark face was flushed, for he had been drinking heavily that morning to keep his nerve. His flushed face was all, however, which showed that he had been drinking at all. In his hip pocket, with a small whisky bottle, was the fifty dollars given him by Reel. Lily Livingston had tried to induce Reel to go to the links that morning; but he said he was sick and in-' deed, he looked so nervous and altogether so wretched that she was convinced he spoke the truth. Lily's hope was that on the golf links she might do something to bring Reel and Jack together and do away with the angry results of that quarrel and fight. Reel's mind, as he cowered in a chair at the Cran ford House, was on the links, even if he was not there himself. He was sure that golf ball contained dynamite. It had been given to him by Boralmo, and Boralmo had said it was filled with dynamite. It had been Bo ralmo's drunken hope that Reel would himself use it against Jack Lightfoot, which shows the deadly and murderous character of Boralmo. as well as his cowardliness. But Reel was as much of a coward in this respect as Boralmo himself. He kept the liquor b9ttle to his lips a good deal, that he might not think too much of what was to be done on the links, and he kept whispering to himself over and over that no one could know he had anything to do with it. He had not even told Delancy, whom he told almost everything, and he had determined if Nick Flint be trayed him or turned suspicion toward him that he would deny the whole thing and point out how improb able it was. "But he won't tell !" he thought. "It will be safer for him to say that he found the ball in the grass. He'd be a fool to say anything else. It wouldn't get him out of the hole to claim that I gave him the ball and hired him; he would still go to jail, or swing for it, and he knows that much;--he's no fool." Yet, even to keep up this belief, Reel found that he needed a good deal of whisky. He was resorting to the old method of "keeping his spirit s up by putting spirits down." Out on the links matters were interesting and lively; there was laughter there and pleasant talk, bright faces and general joyousness. Is anything more needed to show that the way to peace and happiness is also the path of honor and up rightness? The two rhost unhappy young fellows in Cranford that day were Reel Snodgrass and Nick Flint. They were fairly shivering under the terror of what they intended to do. If, among the happy hearts on the links that fore noon, one was happier than another, that heart was Ned Skeen's. He was teaching Susie Powers how to play golf and explaining to her the game. The links lay before them, an undulating field beyond the borders of the town, which was crossed by some ridges and ditches and lost itself finally over the brow of a hiII, where some trees and rocks showed. "On these links, you see," said Ned, pointing out the golf grounds, "there are, altogether, eighteen holes, about four inches wide and six inches deep.1 They are at considerable distances apart. The ball is to be knocked into each of these holes in the fewest number of shots possible." He stooped down and began to build up a "tee," or little conical mound, of sand. "The game is a sort of croquet, you know, on a big scale, with holes instead of wickets and posts. It takes a lot of walking, for the holes are from one hun-


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II qred to four hundred yards apart. Around each hole, you see, is a smooth space of about twenty yards, c alled a 'putting green.' That is to help the player in making careful strokes." He was stooping, patting his tee into shape, and now he put his golf ball on top of it, as if it were a bird sitting in a nest. "You're allowed to use a tee like this for your first shot toward a hole; after that you've got to drive the ball from wherever it lie s And some funny places you find it in, too, somet imes. But you've got to do the best you can with it. And then there are rough places, o r ditches, or walls, maybe, that are called hazards When there naturally aren't enough of these on the links, arti ficial ones are made, to make the drives difficult." Susie was paying close attention, her cheeks dimpling with smiles, and her rosy lips asking ques tions, and Ned felt rather superior as he thus in structed her. "I think it must be lots of fun," she said "Fun! It's great. Some of the fellows don't like it; think it isn't exciting enough. But that is be cause"-he l ooked at her archly-"they haven't any young lady friend to play with, I guess. It helps it out wonderfully, if you've a girl in the game with you." "Oh, does it!" she asked, innocently, though her cheeks flushed. "Then you've got to have some one to play with?" "Oh, no, you can play it by yourself, if you want to. But it makes it-er-more-more interesting, you know!" He l ooked at her again. She was a pretty girl, and Ned actually thought she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. "I should think it would be stupid if you had to play it alone!" "Well, it would be-for me!" he declared, boldly "Then you have-have some other to play with, when I'm not here?" She gave him a sidelong g lance that held a deal of mischief "No-no!" Neel protested. "Of course not. I hate -I mean I don't care for any of the girls here. I play with the fellows; with Jack, or Lafe, or some of the others It's great exercise, and builds up your muscles in fine shape Why, it makes your-your arms as hard as iron." "I don't think I shall like it, then." Neel was afraid he was getting into deep water "Won't you drive the first ball? he asked. "I think you can hit it first stroke. Try to drive it to that hole over there." He pointed to the hole. Susie got into position, as in st ructed, and swung at the balt. She missed it, and struck the ground so terrific a whack that s he almost threw herself down. "It isn't so easy as it looks, is it?" she asked, whi l e her face reddened and her hands tingled. "Try it again," urged Jed. "No, you try it ; let's see how you do it !" Ned swung back his club and let drive at the gutta percha b all, sending it flying toward the first putting green. "That looks easy." "It is easy; try again." He built up the tee for her, placed a ball on it and showed her just how to stand, how to swing with the club and how to drive it out; and this time she did fairly well. "Oh, you'll play as well as anyone in a little while ." "Do you really think so?" she asked, p1:ettily. "I know so. You got pretty close to that flag which marks the putting green. That was a splendid drive." "Was it?" "'vV as it? It was just fine. Now we'll go on and find the balls and drive them for the hole. You know we've got to see with h ow few strokes we can hole them. Keep count of the strokes, for that's the gameto get them into the holes with the fewest strokes. I'm betting you beat me!" "I hope you don't really bet, Mr. Skeen!" "Oh, no-no; I never bet; wouldn't think of doing sch a thing But call me Neel, please; it sounds stiff to call me Mr. Skeen "'vVell, then, you mustn't call me Miss Powers, but Susie." She blushed again and looked at him shyly Ned hardly knew whether he was playing golf or I what he was doing, when s he looked at him in that way; and he was resolved on one thing-he would play such a poor game that it would last an awfully long time, and he would let Susie Powers win. "I'll do it," he said, gleefully; "I'll call you Susie if you'll call me Hello, we're right at the putting green already, aren't we! I didn't realize we had walked so fast. Now, see me hole my ball." But he didn't; he had suddenly become so poor a playe,r that he drove it not more than two yards, th o ugh he made a swing apparently which ought to have sent the ball over a nearby hill.


12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Oh, this i:; fun!" said the girl. "Fun?" cried Ned. "Fun isn't any name for it!" "I think I understand now why people like golf so well." "Eh? Oh, yes; I think I do, too." "I think I should like to play it every day." "So should I; and every minute of every day." "But you have to be in that field meet this afterno on?" "Oh, bother the field meet l Yes, I suppose I shall have to be in that." Ned sighed. He wished there were no athletic field meets, never h ad been any, and never would be any again;. he thought he should like to play golf forever -with Susie Powers to play with him. Jack and Nellie had gone on ahead of Ned and Susie, but they had watched them. "Ned's got it bad," said Jack; and he laughed, a laugh in which Nellie Conner j o ined. "And he say's he doesn't like girls!" she cried CHAPTER V. NED FLINT AND THE "DYNAMITE" BALL. Tom Lightfoot and Daisy had joined with Brodie Strawn and Lily Livingston in a "foursom e," as a fou r -handed game is called; but Jack and Nellie still played on together. Many people were out on the links for the day was fine and even people who didn't play golf liked to see others play and took pleasure in walking about over the link s in the pleasant summer weather. Among these "visitors" was, of course, Nick Flint. He kept as near to Jack and Ne llie as he could, usu ally in front of them, from a hundred to two hundred yards or more, lo oking all the time for a chance to sub stitute what he now called the "dynamite" ball for the one Jack was playing. Once or twice his courage came so near failing him that he was on the point of leaving the links, but each time a sly pull at the whisky bottle he carried in his pocket put "iron" into him again and made him re solve to go ahead with the murderous deed and earn that other fifty dollars. Fifty dollars was to Nick Flint a tremendous sum of money. He had never in any honest way earned that much in his life; and as he was too lazy to work and his parents were rather poor and could give him no money, or a very little, he was always "hard up," as he called it. The mo s t of the money that came into his pockets he secured by gambling with other members of the "Gang," but that did not yield him much of an in come. Now and then, just to make himself feel better and stiffen his courage, he l ooked at the fifty dollars he had already received, counting the bills to make sure that it really was so l arge a sum as fifty dollars. Fifty m o re on top of that would be a hundred! And a hundred dollars, to the mind of Nick Flint, was almo s t a fortune! "A hundred dollars! he whis pered at times. "Just think h ow much that is-a hun dred dollars !" At last the opp o rtunity he sought came to him, al most when he began to think it would never come. Jack and Nellie were playing for the ninth hole, and had driven for it heavily. Jack's ball struck against a rock and b o unced off into a grassy spot, where it could not be found Jack and Nellie both hunted for it; and then Nick Flint, sauntering by after they had given the thing up and were about to substitute another ball, "found" it. "Here it is!'' he cried. There was a queer gasping choke in his voice as he said it, which Jack's keen ears did not fail to n otice. Yet Jack was not in a suspecting mood. The fact that Nick had found the ball where both he and Nellie had failed was not a suspicious circum stance of itself. ick did n o t touch the ball, but merely pointed to it, and m ove d back as Jack came up and saw it. "Thank you," said Jack, speaking to Nick, "your eyes are good." Then he said to Nellie: "I guess I can drive it from here." He seemed about to lift his "driver" and smash at the ball. Nick was altogether too close, and, a great fear now sweeping with overpowering force throug h his whi s k ey -s oa ked brain, and he actually turned and fled wildly away. Nellie stared at him, and Jack, seeing that he was running, l owe red hi s driver and stared, t oo "Vi/hat frightened him?" asked the girl. Jack stood up straight and sta red hard at I ick, who now turn ed t o glance ba c k, and Jack saw the fear that filled that dark, Indian-like face. "vV hy, he couldn't l oo k more frigh1ened if he'd seen a ghost!" I ellie cried. Nick was running on again.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 13 "Here!" Jack shouted "Stop, there, I want a word wlth you!" But Nick ran on, without again lo oking back. Jack looked at the ball and took it up in his hands, and Nellie came close to look at it. "It's your ball?" "Why, I suppose so; it must be. Here's where mine was lost." He scanned it closely. "It doesn't show any marks of having been battered, and--" "It looks too clean for yours, doesn't it?' she asked. Jack shook it. "Why, it sounds awfully funny!" s he said. "I thought I heard something rattle in it." "Who ever heard of anything rattling m a golf ball?" Jack shook it again. "That was just your imagination," he declared. "I don't hear anything rattle in side of it." "I thought I did!" He shook it close by her ear. "But it isn't your ball!" she asserted. "It may be another that some one lost here, and Nick, seeing it here and seeing us hunting for my ball, nat urally thought this must be mine. But why did he run; and why did he look scared?" "Yes, why did he?" "Give it up," said Jack. "Perhaps he's half drunk. I thought I smelled liquor on his breath. People do queer and unaccountable things sometimes, if they've been drinking Well, if it isn't mine I'll call it mine, in place of the one we can't find, and we'll go ahead with the game.'' Though the whole thing was strange, there was really nothing in the appearance of the ball itself to make them suspicious Nellie stood back while Jack lifted his driver. He needed a good stroke to get the ball out, and the club went back with a long swing over his head almost to his left' shoulder. He presented a strikin g picture, and Nellie Conner could not help thinking h ow handsome he was as he swung for that drive. Nick Flint had stopped, and now stood staring, his dark Indian face actually pale and the sweat of fear and almost of remorse standing out on his dark fore He wanted to yell to Jack in warning-yell to him 11,ot to make that stroke; yet fear held him, chilled him, now, and fairly paralyzed him. In that brief second, as he saw the club flashing in the sun and Jack swinging, he would have given the whole of the hundred dollars, which seemed so large a sum to him, if he had not gone into this thing. He felt as if he were choking, and reached back to get his whisky flask, and as he saw the club flash downward he involuntarily shut his eyes. But-he heard no explosion. \i\Then he opened his eyes he saw that Jack had driven the ball a few yards, and that he and Nellie were walking together toward it. Then Nick Flint felt himself become as limp as a rag, and dropped down on the ground, trembling all over and unable to stand. Why-why had the dynamite ball not exploded? That was the question that plowed through his brain. CHAPTER VI. WHAT WAS IN THE BALL. Jack Lightfoot and Nellie Conner uttered low cries of surprise, as the ball flew out heavily, without any spring to it, from beneath Jack's club; and little won der, for as it flew out it cracked open and something bright and shining spi lled out of it on the grass. It had dropped but a few yards away, and as they hurried to it, and just before they reached it, they saw a bright trail of what appeared to be shining dew drops. Nellie fell to her knees, as she came to these, and picked one of them up. Jack was at her side, and he picked up another. "Diamonds!" she cried, as if she could not believe her senses. "Are they ?-can they be? Oh, they can't be!" The thing seemed impossible. She held up the bright object, and saw it catch and flash the light of the sun. She and Jack began hurriedly to pick up the others. They saw the golf ball, cracked open, and in it a sh ining drop of what looked to be dew; but this was another diamond, There could be no doubt that the diamonds had come out of the golf ball. Nellie and Jack were very much excited, as well as astonished. "They're certainly diamonds," said Jack, "or else they're mighty fine imitations." "And they were in the ball !" "Yes, in the ball !"


14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Isn't that the queerest thing you ever heard of?" "It is." They hunted in the grass, to make sure they had not overlooked any of the shining gems. When Jack glanced in the direction Nick Flint had taken he saw that young rascal reclining on the ground some distance away staring in his direction. "Do you suppose Nick could have known what was in this ball?" he asked. "Why, I don't know! But, of course, he couldn't! He never saw this ball before, any more than we did." "Of course he couldn't. I'm awake, am I, Nellie?" She laughed almost "Why, of course you're awake, Jack!" "I began to think I must be dreaming." They were again eagerly examining the diamonds. "If these are genuine they'.re worth something," he said. "But tell me, Jack, how they got into that golf ball." "You tell me!" "The ball is a mere shell-look at it; and they were inside of it!" "I'm puzzled by it." He looked again toward Nick, and then shobted to him, asking him to come over there. Instead of doing so, Nick jumped to his feet and started on at a sharp run "Doesn't he act just as if he were crazy!" cried Nellie "It begins to look as if he thought there was some thing in this golf ball." "The diamonds?" "No, something dangerous-something that would injure some one." "It is awfully queer, the way he runs!" "Queer is no name for it!" He again shouted to Nick, and held up the broken shell of the fake golf ball. But Nick, if he heard him, did not stop; nor did he stop until he had left the grounds behind him. Jack took an old envelope from his pocket, and in the presence of Nellie Conner dropped the diamonds into it, and then put them safely in one of his pockets. "We'll take another look," she said, excitedly; "may be there are more golf balls round here with diamonds growing in them!" Her cheeks were now as red as peonies. So absorbed were they in their search, in their talk of their wonderful discovery and its possible ing, that they had not taken another stroke with club before those who were playing "foursome" came up, and behind them Kate Strawn and Lafe Lampton. When they had seen the fake golf ball and the dia monds that had been in it, and had heard the story of it, and of how Nick Flint had fled in apparent fear from the links, they were as wildly astonished as Jack and Nellie had been. Tom examined the diamonds carefully, producing a magnifying glass from his pocket for the purpose. Kate Strawn had on one of her fingers a diamond ring, and the stone in it was compared with those found. "They're diamonds," said Tom, emphatically; "I don't think there's a doubt of it. And they're valu able." "This ring cost nearly a hundred dollars," said Kate, "and the diamond in it isn't nearly as big nor half as brilliant as any one of those." "They're Jack's and Nellie's, by right of discovery!" cried Lafe, enthusiastically. "I'd interview that scoundrel, Nick Flint!" said Brodie. "That's a good idea," said Jack, "and I'll do it." Jack was ready to leave the links at once for this purpose. The golf matches stopped off short. All the players who were Jack's friends and had seen the diamonds were now so excited they knew they could not play any longer. Therefore they went back to town together, leaving Ned Skeen and Susie Powers, who knew nothing of what had happened and had no eyes nor ears for any thing but each other. At the leading jeweler's they stopped, and, going in together, they exacted a promise of secrecy from him, and asked him to say what the stones were worth. He examined them carefully, and at first rather skeptically. ... But his face soon showed his surprise. "Those stones are not large, and they are not many in number, but if I'm any judge of such matters, they're worth two or three thousand dollars!" he an nounced. Lafe swung his cap, and could hard0ly repress a yeli. "You can have diamond rings and pins and any thing you want now," said Kate to Nellie, slyly pinch ing her cheek, which was red with excitement. "But they're not mine!" she protested. 41l'hey belong to you and Jack." '"No, it wasn't my golf ball that was lost; if they


J\LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 15 belong to either of us it's to Jack; but the owner will come along, probably." Lafe went on with Jack to Nick Flint's, and Jack took the h o llow shell of the fake g o lf ball. The diam o nds had been left in the jeweler's safe for security against J oss. Nick did not see Jack and Lafe coming until they were right at the but when he did discover them he scampered out at the back door, and was just crossing th e fenc e that would hav e Jet him o ut into the w oo dland bey o nd when Jack's sharp call s t o pped him. He turned round d o ggedly. He knew it was no use to run and that if he did s o he c o uld be overhauled. "What do you want?" he snarled. His dark, Indian-like face was of a sickly yellow and his black eyes had a staring look of fright. '.'Whe re did you get that g o lf ball you gave me?" Jack a s ked. "I didn t give you any go lf ball!" "The one you s howed me-the o ne you said was mine?" "I-I just saw it there in the grass Nick was shaking now like a leaf. He believed that Jack had opened the ball and had found dynamite in side of it. You didn't put it there?" Jack asked. 0." "And you don't know how it got there?" "Why-why you knocked it there, I-I !" "Do you know what was in it?" "In it? Was anything in it?" "You don't kn o w what was in it?" "I-I d on't know anything about it; I never saw it before and I thought it was yours Wasn't it yours?" "It wasn't mine." "It wasn t mine; I never saw it before." "You' re dead sure of that?" demanded Lafe sharp ly. "\i\That made you run when Jack called to y o u?" "Of course I'm sure of it, and I didn't hear him call to me." "\i\That made you run?" Lafe a s ked. "Oh, jus t for exercise." "Yo u wouldn t want what wa s found in that ball?" Jack asked. Nick seemed about to drop in his tracks; his iaw fell 2,nd his eyes rolled. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." "That's all," said Lafe, dryly. He and Jack turned to walk a way Nick stared at them, feeling weak and strange, and began to congratulate himself on his narrow "squeak," as he termed it. "Gee!" he gurgled "There was dynamite in it, and they're looking for the fellow that put it there. Well, they'll never get it out of me. I'll die before I'll ad mit that I ever saw that ball before." Jack and Lafe were hardly out of sight before Nick was made nervous again by seeing Reel Snodgrass slip toward the house from the woodland The explosion for which Reel had listened with all the horror of expectation had not come, and he had seen Nick appear first from the direction of the golf links, and then Jack and his friends. He had o bserved that Nick was almost running, being in such a hurry and so excited that he stumbled as he hastened along; and he had seen that Jack 's crowd was just as much excited. Therefore he had hurried by a roundabout way that took him through the woodland to Nick Flint's to question him. Nick walked heavily out to meet him, and they dropped down t o gether on the bank, where, the even ing before, the diabolical plan was concocted. "Wh,at's the trouble?" Reel asked. "That's just what I was going to ask you," said ick. "What was in that ball?" "DyI mean that black water I told you about!" "Well, it's thundering funny," said Nick. "I done as you told me to, and I reckon I earned my money in doing it, too. I substituted that ball for one Jack lost, and I saw him strike at it with his club but not a danged thing happened. What did you expect would happen?" "N 0th-nothing!" "You didn't expect anything would t1appen ?" "N-no; of course not. Except that the-the water--" "Stow that black-water business There was never any black water in that golf ball, and you know it." "What was in it, then?" "Dynamite, I thought." "What-what made you think so?" "I ain't so biga fool as I look. You just now


16 LIBRARY. started to say dynamite yourself. I know you thought there was dynamite, or something of the kind, in it, and you me to blow Jack Lightfoot up with it." "'Sh!" whispered Reel. "Don't talk so loud!" "Well, I exchanged the golf balls, and now I want my money." "I don't believe you exchanged them! You weak ened!" "Oh, did I? Well, there was something in that ball, and I think it was dynamite. Jack struck at it, but 1 suppose he missed it; or at least he didn't crack it hard enough to explode it. But he must have opened it and found dynamite in it, for just a minute or so ago he and Lafe came down here and asked me questions about it." "Y didn't-didn't tell them?" "I told them I'd never seen the ball before, and pre tended I didn't know what they were talking about. But they've got the ball all right, and they've found out that there's something wrong with it. I think they've opened it. If they hadn't, why would they come ask ing those questions? But I denied everything." "That's right; stick to it." "I'll stick t o it for money-see? I done what you told me to, and earned that extra fifty dollars, and I'm going to have it, or I'll go straight to 'em and blab the whole thing." Reel's hand went into his pocket with sudden alacrity. "I intended to pay you, of course." "You wasn't acting like it. And, say-wasn't that dynamite?" "I don't know what it was-but you keep still about it. Here's the goods." He thrust a wad of bi, lls into Nick's brown fingers. Nick opened the bills and counted them, to make sure the fifty dollars was all there. Yet his greedy eyes still held their look of fear. "You're sure you didn't tell them anything-didn't mention my name?" Reel asked, anxiously. "I didn't. I didn't 1m: ntion anything. I simply de nied the whole business, and said I happened to see the ball there and supposed it was Jack's ." "Stick to it stick to it, no matter what happens!" "Oh, I'm going to, you bet! Nothing will ever drag anything different out of me." "That's right-that's right. And maybe sometime I'll have something else for you to do, and some more money.'' The greedy light deepened in the eyes of Nick Flint. Already he had made up his mind that by threat ening Reel with "blabbing" he could get more money out of him. "Oh, I'll pull his leg for him!" he whispered to him self, ::ts he saw Reel slip back into the woodland. "This gives me the hold I want, and I'll pull his leg hard. He can get all the money he needs out of that fool dude, Delancy Shelton, and he'll have to divvy some of it with me." CHAPTER VII. JACK LIGHTFOOT'S TEAM. Though he was terrified by what had occurred, almo st as much so, it seemed, as if the golf ball had contained dynamite and Jack's club had exploded it and he had been blown to pieces, Nick Flint could J.'.lOt keep away from the fair grounds that afternoon. Curiosity and a desire to learn, if possible, just what was in that golf ball drew him; yet he went in fear and trembling, and in o rder to strengthen his shaking knees he swallowed off at once all that remained of the liquor Reel Snodgrass had given him. Though he went early, he found a big crowd of peo ple streaming through the gates and the grounds al ready pretty well filled. Nick had to "cough up" twenty-five cents of the money Reel had given him, to gain admission. Ordi narily he would not have paid that quarter, but would have contented himself with pee ring through some knothole in the fence, o r viewing the athletic events from some nearby h o u se top or tree, as most of the other members of the Gang did. The athletic club of the high school and the athletic club of the Cranford Academy had selected athletes to meet a crack team from the schools of the city of Car diff, and the winners were to get the gate money. The old carriage sho p in which the high-school boys


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. had their gymnasium was not yet wholly paid for, but Delancy was smoking a cigarette, and he offered one it would be paid for that afternoon if Jack s team had to Nick, who accepted it greedily. the luck and the "stuff" in them to win, for the crowd "Could you-aw-come over by the fence there, be was coming, nothing daunted bythe price of admishind those stands-aw-in a minute? I'd like to speak sion. The Cardiff team was on the ground and out on the cinder track and they were handsome-looking fellows in their light athletic clothing. Jack had been cho s en captain o:fthe Cranford team, and e v ery member of it had been diligently training for this meet. Lafe Lampton and Orson Oxx were to show what they could do at hammer throwing. Wilson Crane and Phil Kirtland, Ned Skeen and some others, with Jack and Tom Lightfoot, were to exhibit their running powers at various distances, and, besides this, there were to be hurdle leaping and various other forms of athletic sport. The Cranford people were strong believers in the merits of the young fellows of Cranford, and, knowing that this money would go in part to pay off the debt o f the high-school boys' gym-it was to be divided, if w on, between the gyms of the high school and the academy-they were not only showing their pride and belief in the boys of Cranford, but had organized a strong band of rooters, whose sole business was to s ing songs and bellow for Cranford. These screaming partisans were already getting into in the reserved seats of the old fair ground, which brought them right in front of the place where the events were, for the most part, to be pulled off. Thes e were some of the things which Nicholas Flint saw, and of which he heard, when he had paid his quarter and had squeezed through the wide double gates. He saw Jack and his team near the dres s ing tents. As he stood on the outskirts of the crowd-he was still afraid to go close-he felt himself touched on the arm. Nick jumped as if he had been shot at, for the th o ught went through him that here was an officer c o me to arre st him. When he turned, he saw the weak, pale face of De lancy Shelton. with you, don't y' know." Of course Nick always associated Delancy in his mind with Reel. "What does he want now?" he snarled. "Aw does who want?" "Reel Snodgrass." "Aw-you're a queer guy, don't y' know! I hadn't heard that he wanted anything." "He ain't over there? Reel ain't over there?" "Man, what's the matter with you? You stare at me as if I were a ghost, don't y' know No, Reel isn't ovel.' there. I want to see you myself." Nick still stared-that strange and, to Delancy, inexplicable look on his dark face. "Did he tell you about-has he been saying any4 thing to you?" "I think you're nutty, don't y' know-bats in your garret, don't y' know! You've been drinking "Is that anything to you?" Nick snapped, ner vously. "You come over there," said Delancy, pointing with a sweep of his cane. "I want to see you a minute "Is that all ?" "Sure thing!" "Then I don't think I want to go, unless"-he hesi tated-"there's money in for me!" The remembrance of rthat hundred dollars increased his thirst for money, and he knew that Delancy was reputed to be loaded down with money. "Come over and have a talk with me," said Delancy. "Too many people moving round here, don't y' know; and-aw-y1 know, I don't want to be seen here talk ing with you." Nick's black eyes flashed sudden fire. "I'm as good as you are!" Delancy moved away; but Nick saw that he moved in the direction indicated: and five minutes later ick was behind the stands mentioned, and face to face with the dude.


18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. No one else was in sight; anh the hum of voices from the swarming crnwds on the other side of the stands made it unlikely that anyone could hear anything that was said there. "Now, what is it?" snapped Nick. "Reel's been talking to you, and I know it!" "Aw-he always talks to me a good deal, don't y' know. I'm a friend of his "And he's told you about that. You needn't lie and say he hasn't for I know better. And he said he'd not say a word." Delancy was puzzled. "You're-aw-drinking, I think. Anyway, you're talking nonsense." "He thinks I didn't try to do Jack up?" "I don't know what he thinks but if you -aw-went on, "not for anybody's money. Why. I've been in a regular sweat, ever since that!" t "I guess you know what you're talking about," said Delancy, pulling at his cigarette, "but I don't." "YOU don't?" "I've said it-I don't!" He swung his cane again. "You might tell me, though; and then we'll under s tand each other better. We'll get on faster, y' know." "Well, if you really don't know, I won't tell you." "All I know is what I've said-J want you to plan somet hing that will beat Jack Lightfoot in that race. I don't care what it is." "And you'll pay me?" "Twenty-five dollars." "Make it fifty," said the greedy rascal. "And pay could do Jack up, I'd like it, don't y' know. You mean me the twenty-five down now." Jack Lightfoot?" "No, I won't. I've been bled too much lately. I Nick wheeled about to see if anyone was near. "Don't talk so thundering loud!" he said. "Do you want to get me pinched?" "If you're clever about it, there won't be any clanger that you'll be-aw-pinched, as you call it." "Clever about it?" "Yes, don't y' know. Jack's going to run thi s after noon against Sam Monroe, of Cardiff. I've been a fqol, I guess, and have gone and put up some bets on Monroe. I wanted Jack beaten, don't y' know." ''And did you think by betting against him that would beat him?" "Aw-he's a clevah runner, don't y' know-deuced clevah, they tell me; but so is Monroe I Now, if some thing could be done to keep Jack f winning that race I'd give you twenty dollars," Money seemed to be blowing to greedy Nick in a gale. But the fact that he had already been paid a hundred dollars made him value his services more highly than heretofore. "Tell me what you want done?" he asked, in a whisper. "But no more of that other bu,siness, I tell you now!" Delancy stared and swung his cane. won't pay you anything down ; but if you can keep Jack from winning that race come to me and you can have twenty-five. "Is that the best 1 do? I won't do it for that." "All right," said Delancy, with apparent indiffer ence. "I've only got fifty dollars up on that race, y' know, and I'll lose it before I'll pay more, and I don't know that you can do anything." He understood Nick Flint better than Reel Snod grass did, in spite of the fact that he had not Reel's b I natural ram power. He walked away, swinging hi s cane. "Sa;Y !" Nick called after him. Delancy tuo1ed and poured some tobacco sm oke th rough his thin nostrils. "You've heard what I've said," was his answer. "You can come to me when it's done, if you do any thing." Delancy hardly expected that anything could be done; and at the moment Nick Flint thought the same. CHAPTER VIII. JACK'S DEFEAT. The athletic events were on, and the spectators "I'm not going to risk the hangman again," Nick were cheering. (


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The opening was a hundred-yards dash, in which Wilson Crane was pitted against Cleve Stormonth, of Cardiff. Stormonth was reputed to be very fast, in a lightning go of this kind; but the Cranford boys put a lot relsome disposition, not to speak o f his occasional habits of intoxication. It is nearly always so-I may say, always so. The fellow with ability and worthiness is the fellow who goes to the head; and the fellows who drop behind deof faith in those long, slender l egs of Wilson Crane serve to drop behind, for the reason that in some way Kennedy, the constable, was now in his element, for he was starter. He stood at the head of the cinder track, his re volver filled with blank cartridges, his h o mely face covered with smiles, and his heart filled with joviality. "All ready! he shouted, lifting his pistol, as Wilson and the b o y from Cardiff crouched at the starting line. Bang! They went down the level stretch with a flashing of bare legs and swinging bare arms, and the people were yelling. It was a pretty race, but brief; and the Cranford boys howled their delight, when Wilson first breasted the tape. The judges made their announcement: "Stormonth, eleven seconds; Crane, ten and tw o fifth seconds." "Wow!" yelled Lafe Lampton. "First blood for Cranford! Wilson, you're a flying machine-oh, you're a lulu!" Nick Flint heard him; for when the track athletics begaa Nick crowded close in by the cinder path. "Oh, you needn't beller so!" was his thought. "Wil son's no better than I am; and you ain't, neither!" "Stand back!" cried Kennedy, pushing Nick and some others back with his club. "Stand back from the track, everybody." This enraged Nick still more. He fancied that it was only favoritism on t.he part of Jack Lightfoot and some of the others that kept him from being on the baseball nine and engaged in all the other athletic work of the Cranford young fellows. He did not see that he barred himself out from everything, by the general worthlessness of his char acter, his own unreliability, his laziness and his quar-they are lacking. They lack the ability, or they lack the character, or they lack something which makes for success. But Nick Flint would never be able to see that the lack was in himself. He blamed Jack Lightfoot and Jack's friends. The one-hundred-and-twenty-yards low hurdles fol l owed, the contestants being Phil Kirtland and Jim Cleveland. "Stand back!" Kennedy warned again. "The peo ple want to see this thing. All you boys have got to stand back !" And again he pushed Nick and some others back out of the way. The girls of Cranford were not in the benches, but were near the cinder path, at a point where they could see well. They smiled upon Kirtland, and fluttered their hand kerchiefs to him, as he came leaping from the dressing tent, and was joined by young Cleveland. Phil was a handsome young fellow, well propor tioned, really good-looking, with dark hair and eyes; and, as he came in at the head of the cinder track, in his light running costume, one could see how sinewy and lithe he was. He see med to be built of steel-spring muscles, covered with a clothing of tanned skin that looked as smo th as velvet. Phil always took good care of his personal appearance. As he saw the girls waving their handkerchiefs his face flushed with plea s ure. But he did not have much time to pose and look handsome. Kennedy waved his pi stol. "Are you ready !" The contestants strained for the start. Bang! They were away, flashing down the line toward the which they began to take with splendid leaps. It was a close race, so close that the judges hesitated, finally giving the event to Phil by a narrow margin.


20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The c aller for the judges announced the time in a loud voice : Kirtl and, winner sixteen and two-fifth seconds. iA_ runnin g high jump followed; with Tom Lightfoot pitted against Ben Davis, of Cardiff. Again Cardiff met defeat, and again the Cranford enthu siasts went mad with JOY: The judge's an t n o uncem ent was : "Ben Davis, five feet ten inches; Tom Lightfoot, six feet. "\Vow!" Lafe squalled. "They can't beat us at any old thin g He dug up an app l e and began to bite into it vora ci ously. "If you go to eating now you'll not be able to throw the hammer I:' some one warned. "Oh, won't I? I'm eating to get up strength for that great event." The organizetl rooters for Cranford had struck into a song. They had composed it for a victory which they hoped Jack Lightfoot would win, but it came in just as handy now. It was but a variation of the Yale c ollege song: "Here's a Health to Good Old Yale." "Here's a health to Tommy Li g htfoot! Drink h er down, drink her down! Here's a health to Tommy Lightfoot! Drink h er down, drink her down! Here's a health to Tommy Lightfoot I For he's liv ely and he's quick; And he makes those Cardiffs sick Drink her down, down, down! The next was the two-hundred-and twenty yards run, and that was the length of the cinder path, which was a part of the old fair ground race track. This was one of the events for which the enthu siastic crowd was waiting; for in this Jack Lightfoot was to appear on the cinder path against the crack runner of the Cardiff team, Julius Chambers. Chambers was sa i d to be the best amateur runner for that distance in the country; and as the people of Cranford knew that Jack Lightfoot was pretty good, a crack race was anticipated. I If the girl s of Cranford had given Phil Kirtland an ovation when he appeared, they redoubled the war:nth of it when Jack came from the dressing tent. And the members of the Cranford team and the rooters simply howl ed, as if they were going crazy. Jack might have had his head turned by that glorious reception, if he had not been pretty level-headed. It warmed his heart. He lik ed to hear that yell _rin$ing out as if it meant to bang up against the blue skies He liked to see those fluttering handkerchiefs in the hand s of his girl friends, and see the wide-open, yelling mouths of his young chums of the athletic club. Yes, J ack 1 iked all those things; but they had not enough winning power over him to make him forget what he was there for. He was there to defeat the young fellow from Cardiff, and he was re so lved to do it. Then those yells and that cheering would have some justification, but not otherw ise. His gray-blue eyes were shining, nevertheless, and his rather fair face was flushed, as he trotted with the Cardiff boy to the far encl of the cinder path, where the race was to begin. Kennedy had. already gone down, and many other peop l e were grouped there, as well as all along the l track. The yells of the Cranford enthusiasts rang out again, as Jack and his competitor turned and got into posi tion; and the Cranford song arose once more, this time presaging victory for Jack. "Here's a health to brave J ack Li ghtfoot! Drink h e r down, drink her down!" Bang! went Kennedy's revolver. The runners l eaped away, coming with the speed of the wind toward the group of spectators near the end of the track and the people in the benches. The Cranford song was h owled now, and hats and caps were wavmg. The enthusiasts of Cranford deafened the air with their yelling, while the feet of the runners beat a tattoo on the track. Nor was the Cardiff contingent silent; it was yelling, too-yelling for Cardiff and the Cardiff champion. The spectators were squirming and writhing near the finish line, each trying to get into position to see better; when, as the runners came up, with Jack in the lead, Nick Flint, apparently trying to leap across the track to get to the other side, collided with Jack heavily.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 21 Nick was kn o cked headlong to the g round, and ski dded along th e cinder path; while J ac k trying to save himself, was thrown sprawling. The Cardiff boy passed him and broke through the tape. A great roar arose, for the excitement at that mo ment was tremendous. Jack picked him self up, trying to smile; but Nick Flint l ay where he h ad fallen, un c onscio us. Some one ran to him, and then bellowed fo r a doc tor. Jack wa lk ed over to him and l ooked into Nick's face, now a pale yellow. Nick's eyes were open, and blood was coming from hi s mouth. A fear th at h e had killed Nick clutched sudden l y at Jack's heart. "Stand back, fellows, and give him air!" he shouted; and, kneeling by the treacherous boy, he tore ope n 1 ick's shirt, and began to chafe hi s hands and breast. Dr. Miles Crane, Wilson's father, came elbowing through the cro wd, and knelt at Nick's side He l ooked serious "Get a carriage!" he said, in a quiet tone. Snodgrass' shining buggy was near at hand, and further away was Delancy Shelton's automobi l e "The auto will be quicker," said some one; and Nick was lif ted, still unconscious, and borne t o the auto Delancy was s itting in th e auto, where he had wit nessed the whole thing, and his pale face was n ow severa l s h ades paler th an usual. "Is-is he dead?" he asked of Dr. Crane. his voice trembling. "Oh, no; just hurt!" "Aw-seriously?" "I don't know; my examinatio n was too supe rfici a l ; but you see he i s unc onscious Take him straight to his h ome I The docto r climbed int o the auto and held Nick's head. Some others piled in, and the auto sped away, through the wide double gates, and on into the town, toward Nick's home. At the end of the cinder path a gro up of anxious young fellows, with a s prinkling of girls, had gathered abo ut Jack Li g htfo ot. Lafe was there, solicitously bru s hin g the dust fr o m Jack 's running trunks, and ask in g him again and again if h e was s ure he was not hurt. "Not hiu:t at all!" said Jack, with a bright look. ''I fell like a log-co uldn't c atc h myself, you know; but I'm n ot hurt." "But are you sur e you're not hurt?" Lafe demanded. "Sure," sa id Jack. "Here I'll prove it to yougive me an ap ple!" That was proof enough for bafe. If a fell o w could eat he was all right, in Lafe 's opinion. Then suddenly Lafe r ose up and bellowed with rage. For the judges, in their wisdom, a nd after much consultation, had gi v en the race to the boy from Cardiff. CHAPTER IX. E'OW LAFE LAMJ:>1'0N THREW TH'.E: 1-!AMM:JtR. Wilson C rane and T o m Li g htfo o t had regained their "wind," and were now to compete with two fel l ows from Cardiff in a mile relay race, w hi c h would be two laps round the o l d fair grou11ds race trackthat being a h alfmil e track. Bent Mu rdock was one of the Cardiff rtmners and Cleve Stormonth the other. ( Murdock and Tom Li g htfo o t were t o go the first h a lf-mile; and, when they cam e r o und the other two runner s were to drop in, taking th e ir places, and so finish the r ace Tom Lightfo ot and Murdock wen t forward in front of the judges' stand in a p erfec t stor m of applause. Murdock bowed t o the howling Cranford rooters as if he thought all their yelling was for himself alone, and hi s coo lness and grace gained many friends for him. It i s scarcely necessary to say that his friends from Cardiff were howling themselves h oa rse, in an effort to beat the Cranford yelling Tom Li ghtfoot was a trim, fine-looking young fel l ow, a good runner and a goodl ook ing boy. The Cranford girls cheered him with h a nd-cl a p pings, and the Cranford mascot, Rex, barked his loud-


' 24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Why, you little rat, I'd throw it, of course!" "Well, you'll never throw a hammer like that!" "I bet I'll throw it like that as soon as you do, you m osquito!'' But others were crowding round, and Nat and Skeen had to adjourn their sparring match to another time. "Yes, it's a good throw," said Lafe, as the people pressed to congratulate him, "but the records of ama teurs, and even high-school fellows, show some bet ter things than that." "I don't believe it!" cried Skeen. "I don't be1 ieve it!" There were other events after that-more hurdles, more races, in which Skeen and even Nat Kimball took part, together with the throwing of the discus, pole vaulting, and even a sack race, in which, with their feet in bags, some fellows from Cardiff tried to defeat an equal from Cranford, who were hampered in the same manner. There wa s much to cheer over, some things to l augh at, and a few to grow really enthusiastic about. One of the latter was the four-hundred-and-forty yards run, which Jack Lightfoot won against a Cardiff runner; thereby redeeming the defeat earlier in the day caused by that murderous interference on the part of Nick Flint. The contests were by points; and the victory and the gate money went to Cranford. CHAPTER X. NICK FLINT'S CONFESSION. Lily Livingston had her faults, but she was kind hearted. She was also a girl of unusual shrewdness. She had been looking at Delancy Shelton when he m ove d out behind the stands for that interview with Nick Flint, and she knew they had talked there together. Later, when Nick ran into Jack in that way, the suspicion came to her like a flash that it was not an accident. She knew that Delancy disliked Jack, and she knew that Nick Flint was a good deal of a young Delancy and despised Nick, and also, perhaps, I Delancy was very wealthy and Nick poor. The glitter of money had a very dazzling effect on the eyes of Lily Livingston. Yet, as said in the beginning, Lily Livingston had a kind heart. She caught a g limpse of the yellowish, ghastly face of Nick Flint, as he was whirled away in Delaney's auto, and hastening to the buggy in which she had driven down to the grounds she asked the driver to follow the auto. She arriv.ed at Nick's home shortly after Nick had been taken into it, and while his mother was wailing over him and declaring that he was dead. "I've c ome to help you all I can/' said Lily, bustling in and addressing the distracted woman, while Delancy l ounged outside, in his auto, smoking cigarettes and trembling. The doctor and a neighbor woman who had run in were bending over Nick, who had been placed by the doctor on a loun ge in the cheaply furnished sitting room. Lily ran her eyes round that room, and on int o the room next to it, surveying this latter room through the open door. The house was poorly furnished; in fact, almost poverty was everywhere apparent. Nick's mother was cheaply dressed; and she had a faded, vvorn look. Nick had brought her a good deal of sorrow. Still, he was her son, and she loved him; and now sh<; was thiuking that he was about to die. ''I'll get some water," said Lily, seeing that Mrs. Flint was hardly able to give a coherent order. She brought the water from the pump, in a basin she found; and handed it to the doctor, together with a clean towel; and the doctor began to s h owe r the water over Nick's face, for Nick still lay in a stupor. The doctor felt of Nick's pulse, placed an ear to Nick's chest, and listened for his breathing and the b eat ing of his heart. "Oh, I know he'll die; I know he 'll die!" wailed his mother. scoundrel. She thought Delancy was a better specimen "I think not!" said the doctor, kindly. "But that than Nick; but, perhaps, that was because she liked was a nasty knockdown."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "You say J ack Lightfoot did it?" "He crossed the track where Jack was racing, and they c ollided "Oh, it was Jack 's fault, and I know it!" She was crying and wringing her hands. "I think he'll be all right in a little while," said the doctor. He turned to Lily. "Will you watch here just for a minute o r two whi le I go with Mr. Shelton to my office for some medicine s I need? We can go quickly." Lily sat clown by Nick's s id e and took the basin and the towel. "Certain ly," she answered; and began to bathe Nick's head, as s h e had seen the doctor do. Nick started up, staring at her, whi l e the doctor was gone He did not know her at first, but as his mind cleared a I ittle he recognized her, and he connected her presence there with Delancy and Reel. "Reel hired me to do it," he said, wildly, though it was apparent he hardly knew what he was talking about. Lily's eyes open ed in a strange way; nevertheless, she admonished him to be quiet, and began to bathe bis head again "But I know what I'm talk ing about! Jack 's killed; and be caused me to do it; the bomb exploded and tore him to pieces, and-and-they're going to hang me for it." "Oh, he's perfectly crazy!" cried Mrs. Flint. "You must try to be quiet!" Lily urged, spe aking to ick. "But Jack's dead, and--" "Do you mean Jack Lightfoot? He's not dead." "You ran into him accidentally," said his mother, "and that's what hurt you." He stared at her, and to ssed nerv o u s ly and fever i shly. "It's a lie!" he shouted, in a tone that made Lily jump. "He's dead; he was blowed up by the dynamite in that-that-what was it? Oh, yes, that go lf ball! In that golf ball! I know what I'm talking abo ut mother! It tore him to pieces, and I put it there, and they're going to h ang me for it. Mrs. Flint threw herself on him, hysterically, and begged him not to "go on" so, assuring him that he was imagining all this; but he still ra ved, and t ossed him self on the lounge, starting up at times with a scream, under the impre ss ion that officers were coming to ar rest him. In thus throwing himself to and fro he knocked over the basin of V\'ater. His mother picked it up from the floor and ran to get m o re water. He l ooked s lyly and strangely into Lily 's face, as his mother went out, accompanied by the neighbor, and Lily sa w that his mind was still temp o rarily unbalanced by the concussi o n the brain had r e ceived in that fall. "It's so!" he whispered. "I did put the golf ball there, and it blew him up when he struck it with his golf club. I wouldn't tell anybody but you; but you 're Delaney's girl, and Delancy and Reel are cliums. You won't tell anybody about it? He hit it his club, and it blew him up ; but if they find it out they 'll hang me. You won't t ell anybody?" He heard hi s mother returning, and clutched Lily wildly by the a rm almost tearing the -sleeve o f her white shirt-waist. "Say that yo u won't tell anybody! He paid me for it; for putting the golf ball there, and for th at-that o ut at the fair grounds, and--" His mother's step was in the room. "Say you won't tell! His fiery eyes s eemed to eat int o her, as he whis pered thi s a ppeal. "I won't tell!" she promised, her lip s white. He dropped back on the lounge, and, his m ot her c om ing up with the w.ater, he began to rave again, as before. But he wa s quieter when Dr. Crane arrived in the auto and came into the ro om. The doctor saw that Nick was much better. "You're a better doctor than I.am," he said to Lily "Then I'll apply for an M. D. degree right away,'' she replied, brightly. Her face was s till pale, but she had good c on trol of herself Nick turned his staring black eyes on the doctor.


26 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "They ain't going to hang me?" The doctor laughed cheerily. "Not yet a while, my boy; they don't hang people for accidents! And Jack isn't dead!" "I know he is dead," Nick insisted; "I sa"'. him lying dead. It tore him to pieces." The doctor smiled again. His thoughts were of that encounter between Nick and Jack on the race track ; he knew n ot hing of the incident of the golf b all. ,, Oh you'll think differently in a little while! Here, take some of this !" "He's been going on just dreadful!" cried Mrs. Flint. Tiie doctor put some medicine in a spoon and in duced Nick to take it. Then he leaned back in the chair and c o ntempl ated Nick's face. "He'll be all right in a little while, Mrs. Flint!" he declared. "Don' t worry unnece ssa rily about it. He had a heavy fall, that' s all." I The doctor went away, as soon as he saw that Nick was better Lily remained with Mrs. Flint, and the neighbor w o man, wh o seemed even more helpless than Nick's mother, remained. Nick fell irtto a sleep, the result of the medicine. When he awoke, some time later Lily was still s it ting there, the basin of water beside her. Nick's m other and the neighbor had gone out into the kitchen where they were trying t o conc o ct some thing they th ought would be of benefit to Nick. Nick heard them in there, and turned his face to Lily. He looked at her anxiou s ly. "Did I talk a-a "while ago?" .. She smiled upon him. Again she was her old self -bright, cheery, even jolly. "Well didn't you talk!" "What did I say?" "Oh, I don't remember what you said-just everything, I guess." She did not wish to remember. He loo ked at her boring her with his black eyes "Did I say anything about Jack Lightfo ot?" "Well, that' s about ail you did say-you were raving about that accident down at the fai1 grounds." "Anythin g else?" He was anxious. She laugh ed m errily, tossing 11er head. "Well, n ow, you seemed to h ave a crazy idea that you had hi t him so hard that he had been torn to pieces and killed, and you seemed afraid you'd be hanged for it. It 'Vas a funny idea, wasn't it?" He still looked at her. "Yes, it was very funny. But, say"-he pierced her with his black eyes-"if I said anything more than th a t you can keep still about it, I reckon? I t hink I said somet hin g abou t Delancy and Reel; but if I did, you'd better keep still about it, for them." She lau g hed. "I've go t an awfully good forgettery But you're out of your head, I think." "I was out of my head, yes; and-and-I suppose I'm out of my head now. Yes, I guess I'm out of my he ad!" He turn ed hi s face away and lay staring at the wall. Delancy had returned in his auto, and, le arning that he was outs ide, Lily now said "Good-by" to Nick, and went out and rode d owntown with Delancy. CHAPTER XI. THE DIAMONDS. The excitement that had attended the athletic c on tests was scarcely greater than that aroused when it became known ove r t h e town that, in striking at a golf ball which had been found out on the links, Jack's club had broken it open, and it was filled with dia monds. The thing was so st r ange that people were not will in g to tJelieve it until they wen t down to the j eweler's where the diamonds, and the broken golf ball with the bit of cotton still sticking in it, were displayed in the window. After cons.ulting w i th Nellie Conner and talking' with some of his friends, Jack had decided to have the golf ba-11 and the criamonds displayed in the window, and to insert in the Cranford Item an

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. G uardian notices of their "find," saying that if anyone claimed the ball, and could furnish satisfactory proof of ownership, the diamonds were at the owner's dis posal. But advertisements were really not needed to give this singular bit of news wings. The Item spread it on its first page, with display "What's a hundred dollar-s-and that's all I gotta those diamonds?" said Nick to himself, over and over. And, somehow, it made him hate Jack Lightfoot more than ever. When no owner appeared to claim the diamonds, they were sold, bringing the snug sum of a little over heads of the "scare" order; and Mack Remington, as two thousand dollars, and this was divided between the corre s pondent of the Guardian, at Cardiff, had two Jack Lightfoot and Nellie Conner. columns about it in the Guardian, besides sending a re port to his New York paper Among others who came clown to the jeweler's win dow and stared in at those diamonds was Reel Snod grass. ick Flint was another, as soon as he could leave his bed. Nick stared until his face almost blackened. "And I might have had them!" he groaned. "How in thunder did it happen, anyhow?" But Reel Snodgrass knew, or fancied he knew. He had received the fake golf ball from Boralmo, and he had long suspected that Boralmo was doing a bit of smuggling. He felt sure that in giving to him what he thought was a golf ball filled with dynamite, Boralmo, being intoxicated at the time, had given him one filled with smuggled diamonds. And he reasoned that the possession of fake golf balls used in smug gling, the same being holloyv and prepared so that they could be opened, had suggested to Boralmo the idea of filling one with dynamite and thus making a bomb of it. And he, too, groaned, like Nick Flint, and furiously cursed his own idiocy. "Why didn't I look into the thing and see what it really held?" he demanded, fiercely, of himself. But, though they wanted those diamonds, neither Nick nor Reel dared to admit that they had any knowl edge of the hollow golf ball. "Conscience doth make cowards of us all," says Shakespeare; and it was so in this case. Reel feared that if he claimed the ball an investigation would re veal altogether too much, and Nick feared the same thing; and so they kept still, while inwardly eaten up with greed and a desire for the diamonds. "Mother," said Jack, gayly, "I think I'd better hunt old golf balls from this on; there's money in it." The reason for his gayety to those who have fol lowed these stories needs hardly to be pointed out. Lately Mrs. Lightfoot had been in straitened finan cial circumstances. She would be so no longer,-for a time at least. While the talk of the strangely found diamonds was at its heighl Lily Livingston chanced to find herself alone with Reel Snodgrass one day. "Reel," she said, "do you know anything about those diamonds and that funny golf ball?" His face grew white. "No," he said. Then added, slowly: "What makes you ask-what makes you suggest such a thing?" "Well, I was up at Nick Flint's, after he was taken home that day of the meet, and while he was half out of his mind he some awfully funny things, that mac;le me think, since this has con1e out, that--" "That what?" "Well, you don't know anything about that golf ball?" He turned on her, his face now as white as chalk. "I really don't know what you're talking about!" he declared, almost savagely. "Oh, well, then"-and she let it drop!" THE END. Next week's issue, No. 30, will be another ripping baseball story-"Jack Lightfoot in the Box; or, The Mascot that Hoodooed the Nine." The game is played at Tidewater, that lively town on the coast, and the Tidewater Tigers, one of the very best nines in the league, are the players opposed to the Cranford boys. It is a rattling good story, which you are sure to enjoy.


.-=======================================:;i A CHAT WITH YOU Undet this general head we purpos e each week to sit around the camp fire and have a heart-to-heart talk with those o f out young readets who cate to gather there, answering suc h letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to v a rious healthy sports, both indoot and out. W.e should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in yout favorite publication. It is the editor's desire to make this department one that will be eagerly tead from week to week by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of valuable assist' ante in building up manly, healthy Sons of America. All l etters rec eived will be answered immediately, but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of the date of issue. Those who favor us with correspondence Will please beat this in mind and exercise a little patience. THE EDITOR. Why don't you introduce some sort of a baseball tournament in ALL-SPORTS? Others do, and I think it must be pretty popular among the boys, from what I hear. I belong to a club, and we have some hot games through the season. We've done so fine this year that all of us are sotry now we didn't enter o ne of those tournaments in the early part of the summer. Thert we might have carried off the prize and got a full l ayout of suits and other things, as \vell as the pennant. I have t ea d eve ry number so far, and I'm mote pleased than a little over the way the stories are written. WM. D. THOMS. Indianapolis, Ind. It is now manifestly 111uch too late in the baseball season for us to contemplate such a plan as out young fri e nd has sug gested Perhaps rtext yeat we may take it up in time and do something on that ordet. But we doubt very much whether the boys really take enough intetest in the matter to warrant the publishers going to stich expense and trouble. tha t may be all left to the future to decide. Will yotl plea se tell me what the average o f a boy of sixteen is, and what Would make him pick up a little? My measurements are as follows : H e ight, 5 feet 6 inches; w e ight, 104 pounds; chest, 29 inches; expanded, 310 inches; thigh, 18 inches; calf, 12 inches. I h ave b ee n reading ALL-SPORTS fo r quite a while, and found Jack Li g htfo o t all to the good. There is an old sa ying that good stuff comes in sma ll quantities, but why not have a little mote o f the good stuff? Hoping your storie s w ill be a little longet in the future,' H. G HoYT. Newark N. J. You certainly Jack con si derable all around for a young fell ow of your size a:nd age; but the chances are you h ave just been pa ssing through the time of life wben everything gives way to quick growth with re gard to h eight. No doubt you will begin to fill out after a while. Take plenty of healthy exercise, avoid stimulants, such as liquor and even coffee being prP ductive of more harm than good, and eat suc h food as is cal culated to build up a vlgb r o us b ody Past ry a nd suc h things are especially injurious. You are from ten t o fift ee n pounds bclQW the in weight, Y 011r chest m easurement should be

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. l:ave their "wing" well rubb e d and treated from time to tim e ; but it is the regular practic e that keeps them in condition. Let a pitcher be idle a week and he grows very rusty. Jack Lightfoot I Oh, he i s a trump ; He g ives his enemies many a bump. He is an all-around athlctc-To read of him is, indeed, a treat. Lafe L ampton, he is a fine boy; To eat a good apple is his most joy. A friend to Jack, I sho uld say he is t And on the diam ond he kno ws pis biz t Tom Lightfoot, a co u s in to Jack i s he. I'd like very much if a highsc ho o l boy h i"d be. But never mind, he knows th e baseb all game, And some day on the diamond he w ill gain fame. Nellie Conner, Jack' s sweetheart, so I think; She is a fine girl-don't you wink! Kate Strawn-a be a utiful girl-Brodie's s i s ter is she, and a dainty pearl. Phil Kirtland-we ll, he is all right; He is always ready for his rights to fight. With Jac k he is not s o thick as yet; But he will come o er in a little while you bet. Brodie Strawn-a slugger on the team; He does not lik e Jack, so it docs seem But he will come over one of these days, For that is one of Brodie's queer ways. And the others, they re a jolly bunch; They like to watch L afe his apples munch. The whole team everything of baseball And it's a good te am that takes out of them a fall. I hope all the boys will read your book If only at the picture and "Chat" to look; For it te ac he s you how to be healthy and strong. And now I am done, I've finished my song. Arge nta, Ark. AN ARDl1NT ADMIRER. Perhaps the boys may not vote you a born poet, or a "sweet singer from Arkansaw," but we have reason to believe o n e and all must join in the l oya l sentiments you attempt so valiantly to express. I have read every numb er of the ALL-SPORTS LIDRARY, and think they arc fine. Jack Lightfoot is even a fine r c har acte r than the fam o us Frank and Dick Merriwell. "Loaf" i s a dandy and so i s Tom Lightfoot. Of th e girls, I like Nellie Conner best. Following arc my mea sure ment s : Age, 15 years 2 months; hei g ht, 5 feet inches; w e ight, II5 p ounds; n eck inches; shoulders, 35 inches; chest, n o rm al, 31 inches; expanded, 32% inches; wri st, 6 in ches; forearm, 90. inches; elbow, 12 inches biceps, 9 inches; wai st 26 inch es ; hips, 31 inches; thigh, inches; knee, 130 inches; calf, 12 inches; ankle, 9Y, inches. What are my weak p o ints, and what exercises do you advise for th em? H o w are my measure ment s as a whole? What sports do you think I am be s t fitted for? Hoping to sec this in print soon, I close, with best wishe s to ALL-SPORTS, the "Prin ce of Weeklies," THE UNKNOWN. Honey Grove, Tex. Your weight is jus t right, but you lack severa l in ches abou t the ches t, which should be something like thirty-four inches, n ormal. Try to increa s e your lung capacity. You also see m to be short around the hip s and calf, so that, in so me other way, you must make up for this, since your weight i s n o rmal. A s to what sports you are best fitted for, you are better able to judge. Follow what you like be st, since in that line you are. more apt to excel At the same time avoi d doing too much, since an excess may be worse than a deficiency We rather thi?1k you are in pretty good sh::ipc, Mr. Unknown, a nd it is pleasant t o kn ow that you enjoy ALL-SPORT3 so well. Herc's success to you. I have just finis hed reading one of the late s t hooks of ALL SPORTS, and I think that is a very pleasing one to r ead. I have also just got through l ooking over the Chat columns. As for my part, I never r ead any better sto ries than those written by Mr. Stevens. He writes some of the best stories ever published. If this wou ld not bother you, I wish you would please tell me if I am any good for an ath lete. My height i 5 feet 5 inch es ; age, 14 years; chest, 32)/, inches; waist, 26 inches hips 33)1, inches; thighs, 18 inches; calf, 14 inches. I am a read er of ALL-SPORTS. Hoping to hear from you soon, sin cerely you rs, RAY CONNOR. 701 Lode Street, Cripple Creek, Colo. You lack a couple of inches in chest tneasurement, Ray In previous i ss ues you will find several m e thods given whereby you may acid to your girth there, and to your advantage. Your other measurements are very fai1-. You fail to give your weight, which should be about one hundred and fifteen pounds. There i s hope that by judicious exercise you will, in good time, become a n athlete. Please answer the following questions in ALL-SPORTS. I am 17 years old; 5 feet 5 inches tall ; weight, 128 pounds Mee.Sure across s h oulders, I4)/, inches; chest, n o rmal 33)/, inches; ex 35)/, inc he s ; waist, 29 inches; around hip s 35 j l:Siceps, normal, 9JI, inches; expanded lI inches; thigh, I9}'2 inches; calf, I2Y, inches; ankle 8.V. inches. How are my meas urements? What line of athletics a m I built for? Is twelve seconds good time for me for one hundred yards? I have read every nu mber of ALL-SPORTS, and think t hey are fine. Can arsie, N. Y. C. 0. LEWIS. You are some thirteen pounds above the avera ge for your h eight Your chest is good. You are large about the waist, m ore than two inches, in fact, which would account for your h eavy weight. You undoubtedly enjoy the good things of life as well as most b oys But, again, y o u are lacking in the calf, which should measure about fourteen inch es. It would be hat d to tell what especial lin e of athletics you are be s t suited for, l acking further information. You are the best j u dge, knowin g what your strong points may be I have been r eading all abo ut Jack Lightfoot and the othe r 5 ever since the stories started, and I must say they are a fine lot. Som e of the other fellows round town and myse lf h ave decided to do some gymnasiu m work o n our own account, be cause there is no gymnasium we can u se. We have a few pieces of apparatus, and a friend of mine let us fit up part of his barn to work in. We are sav ing up to buy weights and stuff, and by next fall we will have quite a fine place. I would like to have you tell me, if you can spare the time, just how I ought to train. F ir st, I'll tell you how I m eas ure up now, and you can tell me how I compare with the average. Everybody round her e says I am good Do you think so? I lI.5 pounds and s tand 5 feet 2 inckes. Chest measure, 33 111ches; waist, 30 inches; hips, 36 inches; thighs, 20 inches; calf, 14 inc hes. Most of all the fellows are about my height, and if you could criticise me, it would h elp u s all. Now, for my part, I wish Mr. Stev ens would have more to say about the girls of Cranford. To my mind, they a r e forgo tt en t oo often. Plea s e do not answer by letter, but I would like to sec this in print. Yours, wishing success to ALL-SPORTS and to the 'Winner Company, MICHAEL A. STACHOWICZ. West Hammond, Ill. For your h e ight, tb' e ave rage we i g ht of an athlete would be something like one hundred and two pound s so that yo u ca n see you are quite considerable to the good. The chances are y our ath letic training will take off some of the extra when you arc in the harness. Your chest is fine, also th e measurements for thigh and calf. You will find the various apparatus in a gymnasium u seful up t o a certain degree, but we should im agine that, at this time of yea r out-o f-d oo r work, baseball, long t ran'ps, rowing a;1cl the l i ke w o uld give you greate r satisfaction, lc::iving the indoor business to that time when the snow and cold prev ent your doing these other t h ings


.. 30 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hint s upon various athletic and pastimes, in which our boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that m a y be eas ily unders tood. Just at present baseball is the topic in h and, and instructive articles may h e found in back numbe rs of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, as follows: No. 14, "How to Become a Batter No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to Cover First Base." No. 17 "Playing S h ortstop." No. 18 "Pitch i ng." No. 19, "Pitching Curves." No. 20, "Th e Pitcher's Team Work." No. 21, "Play ing Second Base." No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, "Playing the Outfield." No. 24, "How to Catch." (I.) No. 25, "How to Catch." (II.) No. 26, "How to Run B ases." No. 27, "Coachi n g and the Coach." No. 28, "How Umpire." HOW TO MANAGE PLAYERS The various talks on baseball we have had in this department have been intended for boys who have formed among th emselves a nine t o play the game Such an organization ne eds a great deal of in st ructi on, and to pro vide that has been the purpose of thes e papers. We n ow c o me t o a talk th at must be somewhat vague and ge n e ral in t e rms, a tal k o n how to manage players. Upo n no other rock hav e so many promising boys' clubs sp lit as upon that of mismanagement, and yet manage ment of a t eam i s th e one s ubj ect upon wh ich no writer can g ive practical advice. The difference between :nan aging tw e lv e or fifteen b oys who want to p la y ball differs fr om the management of an army only in degree; the principle o f th e thing is the same. A man has to be b o rn to mana ge an army; he cannot be taught how to do it he must hav e it in him. So, for the same reason, a mu s t be a born manager to handle a nine It im p lies th e kn ac k of dealing with human nature, of making people do what you wan t them to without their knowing they are b e in g made to do anything; of knowing what t o make them do, and what to l et them do themselves. If any of you boys who r ead these sentences ever hap pen t o r emember that d e finition l ater in life, you will wond er if yo u r eally un._derstood it when you read it. In a small t e am the best man to manage is the cap tain. Usually he is th e boy who had the enterprise and persistence to ge t the fellows together to play ball in the fir st p l ace, and, as a genera l thin g, he is a clever player himself h as some understanding of the game, and can pick a good man for a position To watch his com panions, perfect team play, re move unsuitable men from positions and se lect others for th em, ke e p an eye o? physical conditi o n of the p l ayers and see that practice 1s frequent, regular and aimed to, weaknesse.s-:--these are a portion of th e managers duties. In addition, he arranges for ga m es, attends t o all corresp onde nce, has char ge of the money, l ooks out for transportation and generally ta kes car e of the club 's It is to be seen that, in a l arge club, th e positions of captam and mana ge r could n ot be h e ld hy one man ; but in a small team th e captain c an r eadily tak e charge of the little that the team has, and at th e same t ime assume the field dut ies that usually fall to the manager. The manager's most important work is to get th e most playing out of his team; to get all out player h e has in him; to keep every player e nthusia stic and de t ermine d to do his best in every game There i s but one way to do this. Make it as pleasant for each player as possible. A bit of advice h e re a bit of triticism there, praise when it i s deserved-these are the three tricks to keep a mart working. Get him interested in his own playing and in th e team's success, make him realize the value of team work as well as of individual excellence, and tr y to make him believe the team can overcome any oppo n en t that comes up against it. The necessary thing in a game is to have the team han g together. Self-con fidence in each individual player and in the players as a body is essential t o success. If a team firmly believes it can win, the boys will play like Indians. Never call a player down on the field. There is no surer method to wreck a team than for the manager to scold his players while they are in the presence of oppo nents. In fact, criticism of individual work, even before the other members of a man's own team, should be re sorted to but seldom. A few words in private will prove just as effective, and will not injure the player's self esteem, as a r eproof before others will. But never criti cise a man before the opponents-unless, of course, you want to have your team sour on you and lose the season. Never knock. A boy may be stupid, slow, dull, but n eve r knock him. No matter how good-natured a fel l ow may be, there will come the day when he must resent c ons tant jesting at his expense, and the manager will find one member of the club on his hands who is dissatisfied. To have one dissatisfied member is like putting a rotten apple on a shelf with good ones-they'll all be rotten in short orde r. So, if one player sours on the manager, the others will first grow lukewarm and then turn against him, too. In picking your t eam, select your players carefully, and then be s l ow tb change. Never make more than one change at a time. The pitchers are the worst trials of the manager; lik e an operatic tenor, you must have th em, and they are the hardest to manage The men on the infield must work together, and a perfectly running team cannot be created in a jiffy. It takes time and hard work to build up an effective infield, and the men should be given plenty of time to develop. Outfielders and first basemen should be first-class batters, since the work on those positions in the defensive game is much l ess im portant than that of any o th er position. Every player should fully und e rstand that he must com e up to the club's standard as a player, but at the same time, he should feel a certain amount of confidence in the good will o f the manager. Every player has his off days, and h e should not feel that a slip on such a day means his dismissal from the team. At the same time, discipline shou l d be always maintained. The team is a team, out for scores, and every player mu s t realize his importance and the nec essi t y h e is under with regard to responsibility for its success. Practice makes perfect, and the manager should see that the players get all the practicing they can stand The one way to develop team work is by practice, and th e s uccess of the modern game lies in team work. Prac tice alone strengt h ens men where they are weak. Some hard hitters are poor bunters or p l ace hitters; here is the manager's task. Make suc h men practice until they are able to do the work they should. Develop the players as much as possible in practice; get them accustomed to, and able to understand, one another If you succeed, your team will be like a needing only an occa. siona l fillip to keep on runmng perfectly


' THE RED RAVl:N LIBRARY SEA STOE?IES This library represents an entirely new idea. It is totally different from any other now publish ed. The stories detail the adventures of three plucky lads who set out to capture the notorious Captain Kidd. Every real boy bas longed 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. 1-Capt. Kidd's Sea Swoop; or, Carr ied Off by Pirates. 2-Capt. Kidd's Buried Treasure; or, Adven tures of Three Boys Among th e Buc caneers. 3-The Silver Cutlass; or, Thad and His Chums Lost in the Swamp. 4-Defying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powde r 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 Fl y ing-Scii,d. 9-Capt. Kidd s R e venge; or, Thad Among th e Tigers of the S ea. 10-The Chest of Doublo ons; or, How Three Boys D efied the Buccan e ers II-The Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons. 12-Capt. Kidd's Stratagem; or, Sim ple Simon Takes Soundin gs. 13-The Red Rav en's Prize; or, How Young Thad Sail e d a Pirate Barque. 14-Naile d to the Ma st; or, The Last of Capt. Kidd's "Hole in the Wall." 15-Capt. Kidd's Long Chase; or, Thad and His Chums in th e Tropics 16-Set Adrift by Pirates; or, Thad's Adv e n tures in the Saragossa Sea 17-To Sink or Swim; Qr, Thad <\nd His Frie nds On Blue Water. 18--,Capt. Kidd's Dra g -Net ; or, How Young Thad Hoodwinked the Buccaneers 19-The Phan t om Pirate; or, Thad and His Chums on th e Haunted Ship. 20-The Winged Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon. 2:i:-Capt. Kidd in New Orl eans ; or, The Pirate Scourge of the Rigolets. -22-Tiger of the Sea; or, The Three Castaways of th e Gulf 23--"l'he Pirate s of The Keys; or, Our Boys Afloat on the Spanish Ma in. 24-Capt. Kidd at Bay; or, Marooned On a Sand-Spit. 25-The Silver Barque; o r, Capt. Kidd's Last Prize 26-:-Among th e Buccaneers ; or, Thad and His Chums in Desperate S traits. 27-1The Red Scourge; or, How Morga n, the Buccaneer, S t ormed the Citad el. 28-The Chase of the Slaver; or, Thad Among th e Indigo Planters. 29-Morgan's Coast Raiders ; or, Thad at the Sacki n g of Maracaibo. 30-The Buccaneer's Ghost; or Thad's Adven tures with the Pearl Divers. 31-The Sea Cat; or, How Our Boys Held the Fort. 32-The Phantom Galleon; or, Thad' s Adven tures Along the Isthmus. 33-A Blue Water Free-Lance; or, Thad Adrift in a Leaking Pin nacle. 34-A C orsai r of the Carribees; or, The Un luck y Silver "Pieces of Eight." FI'7"E For Sale by all Newsdealers or sen t, postpaid, upon rece ipt of price by publishers : : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St.-. NEW YORK ) \__) f


7 COME BOYS, COME GET THE ALL=SPORTS LIBRARV1 11 Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundaUon of ooostltutlon greater than that of the United States.1111 -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. -1! 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, hands ome colored cover s, and e.ach story is of generous length. You are l ooking for a big :five cents wbrth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things, it has its imitations 1-J ack Li ghtfoot's Challenge; or, The Win ning of the Wager. 2-Jack LighVoot's Hockey Team; or, The Ri va l Athletes of Old Cranford. 3-J ack Li gh tfoot's Great Play; or, Surprising the Academy Boys. 4-J ack Lightfoot's Athletic Tournament ; or, Breaking the Record Quart er Mile Dash. 5-Jack Lightfoot in the Woods; or, Taking the Hermit Trout of Simms' Hole. Li ghtfoot' s Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. 7-Jack Lightfo o t's Crack Nine; or, How Old "Wagon Tongue" Won the Game. 8---Jac k Light foot's Winning Oar; or, A Hot Race for the Cup. 9-J ack Lightfoot, The Young Naturalist; or, The Mystery of Thunder Mountain. 10-Jack Lightfoot's T eam-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. II-Jack Li ghtfoot' s H ome Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfo o t, Pacemaker; or, What Hap pened o n a Centur y Run. 13-J ack Li g htfoot's Luc ky Puncture; or, A Y o un g Athlete Among th e H oboes. 14-J ack Lightfoot, th e Magi cian; or, Quelling a Mutirly in the Nine. 15-Jack Lightfo ot's Lightning Battery; or, Kid napin g a Star Pitcher. 16-J a ck Li g htfoot' s Strategy; or, H a re-and, Hounds Over Cranford Hills. 17-J ack Lightfo ot in the Saddle; or, A J ockeYi for Just One Day. 18---Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, A Traitor 011 the Diamond. } 19--J ack Li g htfo ot's Cyclone Finisli; or, How. Victory Snatched From Defeat. 20Jack Lightfoot in Camp; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-J ack Li ght f oot's Disappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Li g htfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-J ack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseba ll. 24-J ack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mi l e Clip 25-Jack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26-J ack Lightfo ot's Hard Luck; o r A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth 27-J ack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. 28--Jack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The JiuJits u Trick that Failed to Work. 29-] ack Li ghtfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw th e Hammer. 30Jack Li ghtfoot in the Box; or, The Masco t that "Hoodooed" th e Nine. FIV-E CE:N"TS. : : : For Salo by all Newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, upon of price by publlshors : : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK f I


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 the Amerithe All-Sports Lz"brary. The stories will deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read, there-can boy how '1-'9 fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that to become an ath, lete and so lay the is new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. foundation of a const?tution greater than \' u;:;::gs f!l. L IKE all other good things Th e All-Sports Lz"brary has its imfro1!_Z Tip Top. Y\J_ itations. We warn our boys to be careful not to be taken in W E think that the 0 quotation from ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the All-Sports Library is attempting to do We firmly believe that if the American boy 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 ati.y publication for boys by these counterfeits. Be sure to get The All-Sports Library as no other can compare by all new3dealers, or sent, postpaid, by the publish ers upon receipt of price J T would be hard to find a boy who is not interested PR5E in athletics to some extent. All our schools have basebail, hockey, football and track teams and when teams play their rivals, interest Ams high indeed. THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West Fifteenth Street s NEW YORK


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