Jack Lightfoot's lucky find; or, The new man who covered short


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Jack Lightfoot's lucky find; or, The new man who covered short

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Jack Lightfoot's lucky find; or, The new man who covered short
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Pubr.ISherS' Note "Teacll the Amerloaa f>oy bow to bteome 1111 atbtete, anc! tay tbe foundation for a '5onstltatlon greater than mat of the United States."-Wise sayings from "Tip Top." There bas neve r bee n a time when the boy .. of this great country took so keen an Interest In all manly and bealtbglvlng sports as they do to-day. As proof of this witness the record-breaking tbronis that attend college struggles on the gridiron, as well as athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and sklll. In a multitude of other channels this love for the "life .strenuous" Is making Itself manifest, so that, as a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front ... seekers of honest sport. Recognizing this "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that the time bu arrived to ll'lve this vast army of young enthualuta a publlcatlon devoted exclusively to invigorating out.door life. We feel we are Justified In anticipating a warm response from our aturdJ' American boy .. who are .. ure to revel In the stirring phases of sport and adventure, through which our characters pass from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY l111Hd W111111y. By S11&1&riplil11t 1a.50 /er y1ar. Bnter1d accordinr to Ael of Congre11 in 1114 yea,. roo5, in tlu OQice o/ llu Libra,.ian o/ Conzr1s1, Wasl1inrto1t, D. C., by THE WINNER LIBRARY Co., 165 West Fifteentlz .jf ,1 N e w York, N. Y. i. No. 31. NEW YORK, September 9, 1905. Price Five Cents. JACK Ll6HTFOOT'S LUCKY FIND; OR, The New Man 'Who Covered Short. By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS .STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best a ll-round athlete in C ranford or v icin ity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after he had conquered a few of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doing tlzingswhile others were talking, that by degrees caused him to be looked upon as t h e natural leader in all the sports Youn g America delights i n-a boy who in learning to conquer himself put the power into his hands t o wrest victory from others. Tom Lightfoot, Jack's cousin, a n d sometimes his rival ; thou g h their striving for the mastery was a lways of the friendly, generous kind. Tom was called the BookWorm" by his fellows, on ac count of his love fo r studying such secrets of natur e as practical observer s have discovi:red and p u b lished; so t hat h e possessed a fund of general knowledge calculated to prove useful when h i s wandering spirit took him abroad into strange lands. Ned Skeen, of i mpnlsive, nervous temperament, one of those who followed the newcomer, Birkett, being clazz led by t h e dash of his manner, and the free way in which he flung money around. Lafe Lampton, a big, hulking chap, with an ever presen t craving for something to eat. Lafe a lways had his appetite along, and pcoved a stanch friend of our hero through foick a n d thin Phil Kirtland, Jack's former rival, but w h o just at present was working on thtl ball team with Lightfoot. Nat Kimball, an undersized fe llow, whose hobby was the study of jiu-;itsu, and who had a dread of germs. Brodie Strawn and Wilson Crane, member s o f the Cra nford base ball team. Chick Gridley, the fellow who covered s hort," a n d also covered himself with g lory both a s a ball p layer a n d as a n amateur detective. Mack Remington, w h o was i n trainin g for t h e activ e life of a r e porter. Neil Burdock, Sandy, Chalkeye, a trio o f desperadoes, bent upon making money ea;ily. Susie Powers, a golden haired fai r y residing in Cardiff, with whom Ned Skeen, the "girl hater," fe ll in love. Mamie, a little sister of Susie. CRANER I. NED SKEEN AS A H ERO. Ned Skeen w as in Cardiff, and h e was having what he w o uld h av e called the time o f hi s life. His radi an t face sh ow ed tha t be w a s sublimely happy. The reason i s not far t o s eek. He was making a call o n Susie P o wer s-Susie o f the Golden Hair. N e d "hated" all other girls, or s aid he did-but Susie! -he did n o t see h 0w any o ne c o uld di s like Susie. As Ned sat with Susie, in the parl o r o f her home, he had but o ne wi s h, and that wa s tha t he might be as t all a s s o m e other o f the C ranford fell o ws, a s tall as Jack Lightfoo t o r Phil Kirtland, for in s tance He alm ost felt tha t he w o uld be willin g to be a s much of a l o n g s hanks as Wilson Crane, if he could be as tall as Wils on. It i s really dreadful to be s h o rt, Ned thought, and h a ve your "best girl" nearly three inche s taller than y o u are. But Ned almost forgot that in talking of things at Cranford.

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2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. When Ned talked of things at Cranford he neces sarily said a good deal about the baseball nine of whith he was a member. He was generally thinking of base ball, when he was not con s idering Susie Powers, and here he had the joy of thinking of them both at the same time. Ned was talking of baseball, and was in st ructing Susie in some of t he finer points of the game; so that she might be the better able to enjoy the big game to be played in Cardiff the next day. S ome of the members of the Cranford nine were already in Cardiff, among them Jack Lightfoot. Ned had come over with Jack. "But do you really think," said Susie, looking at Ned with her glorious eyes-Ned thought they were glorious-"that what you fellows call a mascot really does any good? \Vhy can't y'ou play just as well with out a mascot? vVhat good does it do t o have a parrot, or a dog, or a monkey, or even a person, strung round with ribbons for a mascot?" Ned laughed. "Oh, well, that's just fun, you know! None of the fellows really think that helps them to win the games. But it's fun. Yale college, you know, has a bulldog wearing the Yale colors, which run s out and barks at the opposing team. And Harvard College has an old fruit dealer they call John the Orangeman, who drives out on the field in his cart behind his little donkey; and generally he leads the proce sion round the field before the game begins. Sometimes I think it helps; I know it makes me feel like yelling, ju st to see that dog Rex, flirting round with ribb ons o n him, simply becau se he's called our mascot. I guess it must be something the same as when so ldier see the flag of their country. There's really nothing in a flag, you know, outside of the sentiment-it's just some cloth in red and white stripes with a field of stars in one corner; but so ldiers would die for that flag, and what it stands for. It's something lik e that with a mascot, and with the colors. Our colors are white and blue, you know." He l ooked with admiration at the blue and white ribbons with which Susie Powers had decked her hair. Ned felt that he had made a beautiful speech, and he was rather proud of Susie laughed, and Jed wondered if he had said anything he should not have said. He was reassured by her words : "I was just thinking of the monkey you had for a mascot over at Tidewater, and how it got clown under the grand stand with some matches and set the grand stand on fire!" "Oh, well, it hadn't been trained, you knrm! If we'd had it a while it would have been different. Jube and Wilson only got hold of it that morning.''* "Yes, that's so," she admitted. "But see how we had the parrot trained," said Ned, "and how we've got that clog trained. Oh, I tell you training will do almost anything for an animal!" "Yes, I have heard some remarkable things about that." "Remarkable!" cried Jed. "Simply wonderful, some of them are; almost too much to believe. But the strangest was one I read about the other day." "Oh, is that so? Tell me about it. I do love strange stories!" She cla s ped her hands in her lap and looked at him so eagerly that it quite put Neel's heart into a flutter_ "Well, this was a story of a snake." She wrinkled her forehead and shrugged her shoul ders, for girls do not fancy snakes and seldom like to think of them even. "This one was so tame that it feel out of its owner's 11ancl, and slept on the floor of his room every night. It was a whaling big rattlesnake, and the man kept it in his room as a sort of watchdog; for, of course, no one would want to go in there where it was, if he knew about it. one night a burglar got into the room, while the man was out. The man happened to be out in the yard; and the first thing he knew the snake had that burglar by the throat and 1 as rattling its tail out of the window to call its owner ." Susie did not know whether eel believed this or was just trying to be humorous; so she flushed, declar ing that the story was bigger than the rattlesnake, and altogether too big to believe. "I read it in a newspaper," said Ned, laughing. "Oh, you can read anything in newspapers!" Somewhat afraid that he had offended, Ned dropped the subject as if it were a h o t potato, and suggested that they should go out somewhere and get some ice cream, as the h our was yet early. There are not many girls of Susie's age who can resist such an invitation. At any rate, Susie did not resist it, nor try to; she told Ned, with one of her sweetest smiles, that she would be delighted to go. And then she quitted the room, to get her hat, and di sappeared up the stairway. In another minute she came flying back down the *See last week's issue, No. 30, "Jack Lightfoot in the Box; or, The Maocot that Hoodooed the Nine."

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 stairs, screaming at the top of her lungs, and flung herself into the parlor in a very panic of terror. "What is it-what is it?" Ned queried, jumping up. He put his arm about her for comfort and protec tion, and faced toward the door, toward which she was looking. "What is it?" ''Oh-oh! it's a b-burglar; he was in my room up stairs and-and--" Ned heard a noise at the top of the stairs, as if a window was being hoisted; and then heard a heavy thud of feet in the yard outside, telling him that the burglar, frightened by Susie's outcry, had jumped from the window. Ned left the side of Susie Powers when he heard that, and dashed boldly out into the yard, for Ned was not a coward. He was just in time to see the sneak thief leap through the gate, and he saw him run along the street. "Stop thief!" Ned yelled, and ran in pursuit. Ned was a pretty good runner, and he began to push the rascal hard; but just when he seemed to be attracting some attention to the man, and it began to look as if he would be able to drive him into a cor ner, Ned ran plump into such a torrent of water that he stopped and fell back gasping. The fire company of Cardiff was out on the street there testing a new hose. The hose was all right, to judge by the force of the water that came from it. Ned was willing to declare that the stream was as big as a man's body and coming from the nozzle of the hose at a mile a minute, when it struck. him the second time, hitting him fair and lifting him bodily from his feet and throwing him down on his back. The hose was switched into another direction, for the men had luckily seen Neel; and Ned lay on his back, gasping in a pool of water, like a big fish that has run into shallows. Ned climbed ruefully to his feet. His starched shirt front had all the starch soaked out of it, his other clothing was wet, and his cap lay in the muddy water. Altogether Ned was in such a state that he grew fiery with indignation. "Why in time didn't you look what you were do ing?" he howled at the leader of the hose company. "Why in time didn't you look where you were going?" was howled back at him. "Didn't you see us here?" Then Neel recalled the burglar-al; thought of the sneak thief had been knocked out of him for a minute or more. And he told the hosemen that he had been chasing a burglar and had been too much excited to see anything but the man he was following. "You was following that feller?" was the query. "Well, he went that way!" The man pointed. "I'm too late to catch him now!" The man laughed sarcastically as he observed Ned's rather diminutive size. Ned looked smaller than usual in his soaked condition. "Well, I wish I could have seen you capture him right here! Was he a burglar?" "Sure!" Ned snapped. "And you let him get away from me!" There was no use following the man now. Ned wanted to return to the Powers home to report; but when he regarded his soaked condition, he was con strained first to seek a gentlemen's furnishing store and get a new shirt and collar and necktie. There he also removed some of the mud in which he had wallowed, and relieved his mind somewhat by fuming at the hose company. Though he did not feel that he was even yet en tirely presentable, he returned to the house; and there found that, owing to statements made by Susie, he had been elevated to the position of a hero in the eyes of the whole family Susie's father and mother had been in a distant part of the house at the time of the supposed burglary, but Susie's cries had drawn them, and had also drawn the servants. Then she had told them of the burglar, and of how Ned was chasing him. Though Mr. Powers smiled slightly at Ned's crum pled condition, Susie did not think there was anything to laugh about, when Ned explained how he had run into that stream of water from the hose. Mr. Powers had telephoned to the police station, and soon a policeman came and examined the place where the J?Orch thief had entered, and questioned everyone. "I don't know how he looked," Susie acknowledged; "I was too frightened." "And I don't know how he looked," said Neel; "for I had only a back view of him." "We'll try to round him up," said the policeman; in a tone which showed he did not think they could do it. And then he went away. Susie and Neel had now something really exciting to talk about, and they were on the point of working their tongues overtime, when Ned remembered that

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4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Susie had accepted his invitation to go out and have some ice cream. Before reminding her of it he looked himself over, and concluded that he was still more than half present able, and his clothing was drying fast. "I don't know whether you 'll want to go out with me now, and I kn ow I shan't feel just right myself ," he Sj id, brushing again at his clothing; "but that ice cream, you know!" Then Susie got a brush and to put Ned in proper condition to appear on the street. "I'm still awfully nervous/ she declared. "Ice cream is good for the nerves," said Ned. "Lafe Lampton says it is, anyway." Then, in spite of some slight objection on the part of her mother who seemed to fear that the burglar would be in hiding and ready to pounce out upon them at the first corner, they went out upon the street to gether, and took their way to an ice cream parlor which Susie recommended. CHAPTER II. NEIL BURDOCK. Ned Skeen could hardly repress a cry of surprise and delight, when, on entering the ice cream parlor, he beheld at one of the tables Macklin Remington and a sandy-complexioned young fellow known as Chick Gridley Mack was a member of the Cranford baseball nine, and Chick Gridley had lived in Cranford a good deal, though just now he was traveling for a clothing house and was in Cranford very little In the old days which were not so very far away after all__._.Chick had been one of Ned's warmest friends. As a consequence, arl.d because Chick rose from the table and rushed at him, Ned had the supreme satisfac tion of introducing to both Mack and Chick the "best little girl in the world," Miss Susie Powers; and Susie blushed very becomingly and admitted that she was "pleased to make their acquaintance." Then, of course, Ned had to tell about the burglar; and it was some time before he and Susie were at a table by themselves, with the heaping plates of ice cream before them, Susie having chosen chocolate and Ned vanilla. "Fine-looking girl," said Gridley, speaking to Mack as he spooned ice cream into his mouth. "Does she live here? I thought Ned didn't like girls P' While Mack Remin g ton was explaining the sudden change in Ned. brought about by his acquaintance with the charming Miss Powers, of Cardiff, a man came into the room and took a seat at a table not far away. When Mack saw him his apple-red cheeks grew redder than usual, for this man was Neil Burdock, the city tough who had jumped on Phil Kirtland at High land some time before. Neil Burdock and the toughs with him at that time had tried to knock out some of the Cranford boys, and had been badly whipped and then dragged to the Highland jail and fined roundly for their "fun."* Neil Burdock looked to be a sporting pugilist, or a gentlemanly burglar. His neck was thick, his hea d round, his mu stache black, as if it had been dyed, and his jaw was heavy. He was clothed in a flashy plaid suit, and across his big sto mach was strung a watch chain of immense size. On the finger of one hand a big ring, that was probably an imitation diamond, flashed when the electric light st ruck it. Neil Burdock gave an order to a waiter, Then Mack received a nervous start, which he man aged to conceal, though his apple-red cheeks took on an extremely rosy hue. "Gee!" he gurgled to himself. "That's telegraphy!" A second man had appeared, at a window outside, and then with his back to the window he had begun to drum on the pane with the fingers of one hand held behind him and pressed against the pane. It seemed a natural attitude and a not unnatural thing to do j but Mack, who understood telegraphy, recognized it as a message, and was able to read the words thus spelled out. Mack touched Gridley's foot under the table and whispered: "Hear that?'' Chick had observed nothing; but Mack was reading the message, and this is what he made of it : ''That'sthe -young-fellow-and-girl. Guess better-slide. Can-dojob -yet-to-night." That Burdock read this, also, was plain, for he had glanced quickly at Neel and Susie. Mack Remington had a keen, quick brain. He could put two and two together and make four out of them as rapidly as the next one. What he made out of this was, that one of these men was the "burglar" whom Ned Skeen had chased; and, *See No. 22, "Jack Li g h tfoot's 'Stone-W;iJr Tnfield," for the sto r y o f how Nei l Bu r dock, hir e d by Reel Snodgra ss and Delancy Shelto n tri e d to knock out certain player s of the Cran ford nine, and was him self knocked out in the attempt.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 further, that some other "job," or the one left unfin' ished was to be done that night. At the same time Mack, who the reporter's in stinct and constantly thought of news, smelt a sen sation here by which he might be able to get a column or two in the Cardiff paper. Burdock now countermanded the order which he had given to the waiter; and, rising from the table, went out of the room, and the two men walked up the street together. Burdock was hardly through the door before Mack Remington was at Ned Skeen's side, telling him what he had heard the man tap out with his fingers on the window. When he heard that, Ned Skeen popped to his feet like a jack-in-the-box. "Howling mackerels, we've got to follow 'em!" Then he remembered Susie; he could not leave her there and force her to take her way h ome alone. So he said, hurriedly : "Mack, you and Chick keep those fellows in sight, atld telephone to the police the first chance you get; and telephone to Mr. Powers. You'll find his tele phone number in the directory. I'm going home with Miss Powers; and then I'll come right back here. Maybe one of you can come back here and meet me, or report to me here in some by telephone." Mack Remington, scenting a news sensation; hardly heard all of this. He had caught Chick Gridley by the arm and was hurrying with him toward the
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6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. questioning, while Jack stood parleying with the bar keeper; and, returning, they reported that no one was back there. That faint smile played again across the barkeeper's face. "Have something to drink?" he invited. "It will help to keep you from seeing things !" Jack felt a flush of anger; he was sure that the man was laughing at him, and that the pursued men had entered the saloon and gone on thr.ough it. To stay there, however, was to waste time. He went out into the street, and was followed by his companions. Some of them, including Ned Skeen and Phil Kirtland, hurried on; while the others gathered round Jack. "They're in that saloon, or were," said Jack, posi tively. "There's no good in chasing further. Over there is a telephone station." Mack started across the street at a run. "I'll call up the police," he said. Ned Skeen and Phil Kirtland came back without having discovered anything, and the boys waited on the corner until a policeman appeared. But no one was found in the saloon. "I hardly thought there would be," Jack acknowl edged. "Those fellows were too much for us. This barkeeper knew them, and let them pass through his place, and then lied about it. Of course they got into some other building, or out on the street again. All the time, while we were following them and were sure they hadn't spotted us, they knew they were being pursued." Ned was still mnch excited. "And now what?" he asked. "Well, said Mack, slowly, giving one of his sage maxims, "pap says that when a rabbit has got out of a trap he's out, and there isn't any use running after him." CHAPTER III. WHAT HAPPENED TO NED. A desire to tell Susie Powers what the boys had clis covered--0r shall we say had not discovered ? led Ned Skeen again toward the Powers home. He hurried rapidly, and did not know that the time was so late until he reached the house and saw that it was dark. "Howling mackerels," he gasped, "we must have talked on the street there a thundering long time!" He looked at his watch by the nearest street lamp and was astonished to see how late it was. Ned and the other young fellows from Cranford had talked on the street a long time-too long a time, Jack afterward thought, remembering that they were to meet the Cardiff nine the next afternoon. There was a good deal to talk about the discovery of the "burglar11 by Susie Powers, the queer telegraphy heard by Mack Remington, the pursuit of the two men, the actions and words of the barkeeper, the search by the policeman of the saloon, not to speak of what Mack con s idered a threat of another "job" to be done that night, or a "job" to be finished that night. "It's too bad that I didn't get here earlier," thought Neel, regretfully, as he looked at the house. "They're all in bed, I suppose, and it would hardly be the proper thing to ring them up now. I ought to have come sooner." Ned walked on down the street, thinking over the matter. At one moment he was half resolved to return to the house and acquaint Mr. Powers with the result of the chase after the "burglar"; and the next moment he was assuring himself that it would not be the proper thing, or was wondering if he ought not to go per sonally to the police station for an interview with the men at headquarters. "But those police are no good!" Neel had not liked the rather skeptical manner of the policeman who had come to look through the sa loon when Mack rang up the station; the cop, in his wisdom, had seemed to think the boys were sensa tionalists, or fools. Ned spent a good deal of time in trying to determine what he ought to do, and then returned along the street without reaching a conclusion. The time was now far past midnight. As Ned came up to the familiar yard, with its shrub bery and neatly mown grass-it was a large house, set back in handsome grounds-he fancied he saw the shadow of a man among the low trees. Ned stiffened like a pointer dog scenting game birds. "Gee!" he gurgled. "Did I see something, or just fancy it? Howling mackerels! I wonder if that burglar has come back again?'' Ned stood silently on the street, listening, but heard nothing. After standing there a while, and seeing and .hearing not a thing, he walked on; but stopped on the c orner above, where a shade tree offered the concealment of its heavy shadows. Here Ned squatted down, with his eyes glued on the h o use. He found that he was trembling with excite ment and nervousness.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 "This makes me feel like a burgl a r myself," was his thought, "to be sitt in g h ere watching the house; and I don't know what the folks would say about it if they knew it, o r shou ld happen to see me Maybe I' cl better move on." But he did not. The conviction th a t he had seen the shadow of a man in the midst of the s hrubb ery was s till strong on him, and it h e ld him there. The time now passed s lowly enough. Almost every minute Ned strained his eyes t o l ook at his watch, and was surprised to discover that the time had passed so s l owly. As he sa t there, watching and lis tening he fancied he heard the creak of a shutter at the b ack of the house. But his excit able nerves were so wrought up now that he could not be sure he had h eard anything. Neverthe less, he rose fr o m his tiresome position under the tree, and, crossing the street, walked back in the direction of the h o u se Then again he thought he saw the shadow of a man in the shrubbery; and the next instant his heart jumped into his throat and threatened t o stop there and ce ase beating, when a man darted out across the grass to ward a side fence, and a sc ream rose from some one. It seemed the scream of a child, and it sounded very l oud, in the s ilence of the ni g ht. Ned now fo rgot what the Powe r s family mi ght say or think, and ran into the yard, and at a rapid pace to ward the fence which the man wa s trying to cross. Again that scream -the screa m of a child-came; and Ned saw the man strik e at so mething. He be lieved the man held the child in his arms, and had struck it into unconsciousness, for the s cream did n o t rise again. As Neel ran thus across the yard and the secon d scream throbbed on the night air, a window was shoved up in the second story of the house and a voice cried out something. Then a second man came bounding from behind the house, making for that fence He was a big fellow, and, though the light was poor there under the trees, Ned knew that this man was Neil Burdock. Ned was so much exc it ed now that he forgot fear and caution, and rushed at the big fellow, as a little dog is seen sometimes to rush a t a big o ne. "Stop!" he ye lled. "Stop!" The man stopped, long e n o u g h for ed to come near him; then with a fonvard j ump and a swing of a pon derous fist he stretched Neel senseless on the grass. CHAPTER IV. THE STORY OF THR ABDUCTION. \A/ h en Neel Skeen came back t o him se lf w i th his h ead whirling round so that all the trees and everything seemed to be raci n g in a circle like the wooden h orses of a merry-go-round, he found Susie Powers bending over him, and Susie's fat h e r and mother a nd some serv ants clashin g frantically about the grounds as if t hey v vere sea r c hin g for something, or didn't know what they were doing. Susie had thrown an old w rapp e r round her and h er golden hair hung in a stra i g ht, s tiff braid down h er b ack; but Neel did n o t observe that. In fact, for a little while Ned hardly knew where he was or what had h appe n ed. Mrs. P ow er s was sc r eam ing lik e a maniac; and hearing her, some men cam e running in from the street. "Mamie!" she s creamed "Mamie-Mamie! "vVhat i s it, ma'am?" one of the men asked. "Any thin g we can do ?" "Mamie!" she screeched again. Neel tried to sit up straight ; then the world see med to g ive a flop and turn a so m ersau lt and he tumbled back ward into the arms o f Susie Powers The next thing that Ned kn ew h e was in the h o use, on a l ounge, and a d octo r, who had b een hastily s um moned, was bending ove r him Neel was rather dazed, as he ope ne d his eyes and stared a b o ut. Two servants were in the roo m, in ad dition to the doctor, and for a moment o r so Neel hardly knew where h e was "He'll be all right after a while," h e heard the doc t o r say to the se rvant s "He was struc k a heavy bl ow on the h ead." And that brou ght it all back to Ned. "Say!" h e cried, starting up in "Better lie clown urged the d o ct o r. "But I want to kno w about that Neel waved his hands and seemed to be in a raving mood. "Hadn't I better c all s o me one?" asked one of the servants." She turned to the other servant. "Has Mr. Powers got back yet?" "There's n o need," said the doctor. "Here"-he was spea king to N ed-"you mu s t lie back there an d try to keep quiet!" "But I-I want t o know-to know ab o ut that!" said Ned. "About the abduction, you mean?"

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8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "About the screams, and the man who knocked me down. I know who that was." "Well, young man, if you do, you know mo r e than the police do ''It was Neil Burdock." This seemed not to make much impression on the doctor, who again urged him to lie down. "But I've got to know about that," said Ned, struggling to get off the lounge. "Where's Susie-I mean Miss Powers?" One of the servants answered "She may be in her room, but I don't know We've all been so upset that I don't know anything." The doctor spoke again, when he saw that Ned would not be quieted, and when Ned asked him what he meant by the "abduction." "Some men got into the house and carried off the l ittle girl, Mamie-abducted her, you know, for a reward. Mr. Powers is out in town; a. doctor is up stairs with Mrs. Powers, who is in hysteria; and I was called to attend to you, for it seems that you were knocked clown by one of the men. That's the sup position, anyway; but I've been wondering, and so have others, as to how you happened to be there in the yard, even if you are a friend of the family?" "Say, I've got to tell about that," said Ned, in much excitement. "No, I won't lie back there any longer t I-I'm all right, I tell you, and I won't lie back there." He threw off the doctor and struggled to a sitting position; but again the world took a flop and a jump, and Neel grew so blind and dizzy that he was glad to lie back on the lounge "Young man,'; said the doctor, when Ned was again in a talking mood, "you'll get along faster if you'll keep quiet. And you'll get out of this sooner "But-but I want to know all about that!" Ned be, gan to fume again "I've told you already It seems that some one-a burglar-broke in t o the house earlier in the evening. Some think he was one of the same men who came later and carried off the little girl. They left a piece of writing on the floor, telling Mr. Powers that they had taken the child, and that if he would leave ten thousand dollars in a certain place at a certain time she would be restored to him unharmed; otherwise that he would never see her again. The child's mother is almost i nsane, and the whole family are in not much better condition. You were found, senseless, in the yard. Some one saw you, from a window, chasing a man; and i t was thought he knocked you clown there in the yard ; yo u were running after him in the yard. Now, that's absolutely all that is known by anyone, and if you'll be satisfied with that, and lie here quietly until morning, and take the medicine I've prescribed for you, you'll probably be able to leave the house to morrow. But you can't go out, nor can you try to go out, to-night; and, perhaps, you'll not be able to do much walking, even to-morrow." Ned began to rave again. "You must keep quiet, I tell you!" "But, howling mackerels! I've got to help find those fellows, haven't I? And to-morrow I've got to play in the ball game! Lie here? Well, I guess nit!" Just the same, Ned Skeen stayed there; for when he tried to get up the room spun round again, and if he had tried to walk he would have tumbled forward on his face CHAPTER V. CHICK GRIDLEY AS AN AMATEUR DETECTIVE. It was the ambition of Chick Gridley to become a de tective. He was a drummer for a clothing house, and somewhat proudly spoke of himself as a commercial traveler; yet this was from necessity. Ile had to do something to make a living. When he dreamed of what he wanted to be, he always saw himself as a Sherlock Holmes craftily trailing criminals to their doom. Therefore, Chick Gridley had been mightily inter ested in that story of the burglar, and in the unsuc cessful pursuit in which he had taken part. When Jack Lightfoot went to the Clarendon Hotel, at that late hour, accompanied by some friends, Chick was almost glad to part from them; for that left him free to work on this mystery alone. He went back to the saloon where the trail had been lost, and, standing outside for some time, watched it, until the hour of midnight arrived, and the shutters were put up for the night. Among those who came out of the saloon at the closing hour was a slouching fellow, with his hat pulled well down over his eyes. Chick spotted him at once. "My man!" he thought, confidently. To Chick's fancy the slouching gait and shuffling movements, and above all that hat pulled clown to half hide the face, were but devices to conceal this indi vidual's identity. Chick believed that this was the smaller of the two men he and the other young fel lows had chased. \!\Then the man turn eel clown a side street, Chick was close at his heels.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 Remembering that it was not wise to appear to be following the man, Chick crossed the street and strolled along the pavement on the other side. Not many people were on the street, and the stores were closed; but in the windows of some of the stores lights burned, showing the things displayed for sale; and before these windows, at intervals, Chick stopped, and pretended to look at the articles, but all the while watching the man on the other side of the street, who seemed in no great hurry to get out of the district. The man walked slowly, and Chick found plenty of time to take in the shop windows as he passed along. Chick was now thrilling with excitement. He had read detective stories, and this was the way the he1:oes of those stories always did when shadowing. He began to call himself the "Sly Shadower, 'Or the Sleuth who Never Gets Left." Once the man halted in his rather slow walk, and Chick dodged quickly into a doorway to escape obser vation. The thing was really becoming more than exciting. Chick felt his heart jumping, as the man moved on and he took up the pursuit. He was more than ever resolved that he would at an early day become a regu lar detective. There was no romance in going from store to store and selling clothing; nothing worth while ever really happened in that line of trade; and many a time, after walking for hours and interviewing dozens of men, he had not a single sale to show for it. But detective work-it promised oceans of excitement. When the man left the street and passed through an alley, Chick's excitement reached a really feverish pitch; and it climbed still higher, when the man left the town and struck out across some open lots. "Gee!" Chick gasped. "He's going toward the base ball grounds!" Chick crouched at the end of the street and looked out after the man. The light out there was poor, compared with that of the streets, and Chick could hardly see him. Fearing the man would escape him altogether, Chick now set out across the lots, maintaining his dogged pursuit. "I ought to have brought a revolver with me,'' was his thought, "or a big knife, or something; I may get into a row with that fellow." Chick had only a small pocketknife, but this he took from his pocket, and with it in his right hand and the large blade opened, he continued his chase. The man seemed now to be going toward a rather large building which stood close by the ball grounds; and Chick began to think that his adventure was going to mix into the game of the next day in some manner, though he could not see just how. To his ears came a low bellowing, a'!3 of cattle. Chick stopped and listened. "Cattle over there!" he said. Then he observed that there were some railway tracks not far away, making the discovery when a train passed along. "Stockyards there, I guess, and the cattle are in the stockyards!" The man continued his slouching gait; but once or twice he looked back-a proof to Chick that he half expected to be followed. When the man thus looked back, Chick "froze" in his place, so that in the darkness he resembled a black stump standing in a field. When the man reached the building and there van ished, Chick's heart beat a wild tattoo. He had not been able yet to decide what he would do if he found Neil Burdock and this man together. It would be proof to his mind of all his suspicions ; but he hardly felt able to tackle both of them, when perhaps they were heavily armed; and if he took time to go for the police, the men would probably be gone when he returned. And, besides, he did not relish the thought of summoning the police and having them laugh at him, as he was sure they would do, if nothing came of it. He was still not able to settle this question of what he should do if he found Neil Burdock and this man together; yet he crept on up to the building, so excited he could hardly breathe. He saw a door, which he was sure the man had passed through, and made for that. As he came close up to it the man appeared, step ping out of the door and confronting him. "Whot you
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IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. -and-the fellows from Cranford are to play there tut-to-morrow, and I--" "See 'ere You been foll er in' me ?" "No." "Do you belong in Cranford?" "Y-yes, my home's there." "Better run along home then; I don't want you rounq here, and the ball game ain't called yit. Did you come up along by the ball-ground fence?" "Yes." "An' you wasn't follerin' me?" "No." "Cut out, then." Chick hesitated. He was not sure yet that this was the man he had followed. "Clear out, before I kick your head off !'t' the man shouted, moving toward him. And Chick, his confidence having taken a slump, moved along by the building and disappeared in the darkness. Yet Chick Gridley had come nearer to making a great discovery than he dreamed of. CHAPTER VI. THE ABDUCTORS. Chick Gridley had not oeen gone from the place half an hour when a low whistle sounded from the darkness out beyond the building, and the man who had ordered Chick to move on came again to the door. He put his fingers to his lips and answered the whistle. Two men appeared from the darkness. The larger bore something in his arms. If Chick had been near and watching now he might have discovered that one of these men-the larger of the two-was Neil Burdock, and that the other was his companion, whom Chick had seen in the ice cream parlor. But Chick had returned to the town and did not make this interesting discovery Chick might have seen, too, if he had been lying near and his eyes had been keen, that the burden which one of the men carried was a child of three or four years of age; a child that seemed to be either uncon scic.ms or strangely silent. "Open the door!" growled Burdock, as he came up with his burden. 'It was opened and he passed inside. "Here, Sandy," he said, speaking to his companion, "give us the shine of yer glim." The man called Sandy pulled a bull's-eye lantern from his pocket, slipped the slide that covered the eye, and flashed the light over the place. It was a rough interior, being a portion of a hay barn which held hay and other feed for the cattle which Chick Gridley had heard bellowing. If Chick had been outside now with his eye applied to the keyhole of the door, or to a crack, he might have seen other interesting things. He might have seen Neil Burdock lay the little girl down on some hay there and draw a whisky flask from his pocket. "I had to give her a good smack to close her jaw," he said, grimly, as he proceeded to pry her teeth open with the blade of a knife and pour a few drops of the liquor between her lips. "But I don't think I hurt her much. She'll come round bimeby." The man called Sandy reached out his hand for the bottle, but Neil put it back in his own pocket. "Naw yer don 't!" he grunted. "Nobody gits any boose till we've turned this trick, see!" He knelt down by the side of the child and began to chafe her hands roughly with his large palms. "What if she's kicked the bucket?" said Sandy. Before answering him Neil Burdock turned to the man who had interviewed Chick Gridley. "Chalkeye, you better go outside and nose round a little. Might be somebody spotted us and follered us, though I don't think it." "There was a kid come 'long here a while ago," volunteered Chalkeye. "He'd been down by the ball ground where the game's to be played to-morrow." "I ain't talkin' 'bout kids; I'm thinkin' of cops. You go out an' smell round a little." He turned again to his work of restoring the child when Chalkeye had disappeared. "Sandy," he said, answering now the other's ques tion, "if the kid's croaked, it'd mean hangin' fer us, if we was caught; otherwise, if we was caught, it'd only be the pen at the worst. But as fer the swag that we've asked fer, I reckon we could git that j ist the same whether she's livin' er dead. Still, I'd rather have her livin'." Inasmuch as Sandy could not get a drink, he now pulled out a black pipe and a bag of smoking tobacco. "Kill it!" growled Burdock. "No smokin' 'ere. Did youse t'ink this was a boiler fact'ry? This is a hay barn!" "Well, what am I t' be allowed to do?" grumbled Sandy. "Set down by the wall an' talk to yerself in whis-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II pers fer amusement, if youse want to; but no smokin', an' no drinkin'. An' the glim goes out in another min ute, as soon as I git this kid's breathin' works in run nin' order ag'in." "Is a gent goin' to be allowed to chew?" said Sandy, with grim humor, as he drew some plug tobacco from his inner coat pocket. A piece of paper fluttered down out of the pocket and caught the eye of Neil Burdock. "Wat's that?" "The copy." "The copy of the notice you writ and left m the house?" "Yes." Burdock looked at it, as Sandy picked it up "If yer dyin' fer amusement youse might read that to me, while I'm exertin' myself here Mebbe the sound of the words will help to bring the kid back, too." Sandy spread the paper out on his knee and looked it over by the light of the bull's-eye. "It's bad scratched up," he said, "for I wrote it over two or three times before I could git it to suit; but here it is." Then he read : "MR. JACOB PowERS: We've got your little girl. We don't mean any harm to her, and won t do her none unless you put the detectives and cops after us. If you do that, look out-she won't live twenty-four hours. Put ten thousand dollars under the stone at the foot of the big elm that stands in the pasture east of town the pasture on the James Boggin place-and the girl will be returned to you safe and sound. Put it there at nine o'clock to-morrow evening. Remember that if any tricks are tried the child dies. We mean business." "That ain't bad, Sandy! It ought to bring the swag. Hello the kids comin' to." He continued to chafe at the child's hands and body. "Sanely, if you'd had as much sense as yoi.: look to, have, you'd 'a' burnt that, instead of keepin' it. you can't burn it in here now. A clever cove never leaves things like that as tracks behind him." Mamie Powers, the little girl, opened her eyes at last, and stared around. She started up in alarm, when she saw the bull's eye lantern, the rough place she was in, and the men beside her. Burdock fished into his pocket for a stick of red candy. "'Ere, take this!" he grunted. ";No cryin' now! You're wit' friends, see! We're gain' to treat ye like a little lady. We're goin' to make a good bed fer ye in the hay upstairs, and you'll sleep there like a top." "But I-I want my mamma !" "Well, we're goi11" to take ye to her, too, jist as soon as it's daylight. We found you in the yard, and it was rainin' so hard we couldn't git ye back into the house, so we brought you 'ere where it's nice an' dry." She drew back in fright, for she saw that this was the man who had struck her. "I wan't my mamma !" she wailed. "Well, kid, you can't have her now! But we're goin' to take ye back to her soon's we can, an' that's a fact." Chalkeye came in from outside, reporting all clear. "Show us the way upstairs," Burdock commandecl. He caught the child up in his strong arms in spite of her tears and protests, and Sanely took up the lan tern. Then Chalkeye led the way along the dim passage until he came to a ladder that reached into the regions above Up there a large barn loft was seen, more than half filled with hay; and at the further end of it, well be hind the heaped-up hay, a place had been made in the hay, which was half as large as a small room. It was to this spot that Chalkeye piloted, with the men following close his heels. "Yes, this is the place," said Burdock, s h owing he had been there before ow, go outside, and keep watch. You reck lect the signals?'' Chalkeye went away, and Sandy "doused the glim"; then darkness reigned in that old barn beyond the out skirts of the city of Cardiff, and no sounds were to be heard outside save those made by the nearby cattle Chalkeye paced up and clown in front of the door where he had met Chick Gridley, ready to give an alarm in case of need. He was the keeper of this place, hired to look after the cattle and feed them. The owners of the cattle were shippers, who were holding them there for a. few days It was a place not likely to be visited by an,Yone save the shippers, and there was not one chance in a thousand that they would climb up into the haymow. The role that the man called Chalkeye was playing now shows to what depths drink wi ll sometimes bring a man. A few years before he had been rather an honest fellow; but he began to drink, and to neglect his work. He lost his job after a while, and found it hard to get another. But when he could get money for

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I2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. nothing else, he seemed always able to get a little for drink. Then he began to be arrested for drunkenness; and several times was sent to prison for short terms for intoxication. That soon lost him what self-respect he had left; and the road to any manner of evil that offered a little money was not far away, after that. A week or so before, he had been given the job of caring for these cattle; and then, falling in the way of Neil Burdock, in the saloon already .mentioned, whisky and money had again tempted him to a fall. The very name of Chalkeye was of itself a brand of his later years of worthlessness and infamy. In a drnken fight he had been injured in one eye; and afterward it showed white, with the sight nearly destroyed. From that time on he was Chalkeye. Up in the haymow, after a period of tears and fran tic clamor, Mamie Powers had fallen asleep. As for the villains who had abducted her, they did not dare to trust Chalkeye too far; in fact, they al most feared to trust each other. Sanely came down and walked about with Chalkeye in front of the barn. It was the understanding that the next day it was to be Neil Burdock's turn to do the watching, while Sandy and Chalkeye were to sleep, more or less. With the first glimmer of clay Sandy dispatched Chalkeye into the city to get copies of the morning papers. When he came back the sun was rising, and he brought not only papers, but something in the way of food, for Chalkeye was the forager for this party of abductors. He had not taken a drop of liquor that morning. Knowledge of the peril he was in had kept him from doing that. Sandy and Burdock devoured the papers eagerly, cursing at some of the things they saw there, and laughing at others. One thing which greatly amused them was a report that the police had struck the trail of the abductors going west along the railroad, and were following it. Yet, shrewd as these men were, they were not shrewd enough to know that this was but a bluff on the part of the detective force to throw them off the scent. The police had struck no such trail, but were the city of Cardiff from end to end, believing that the abductors had not left the place CHAPTER VII. MACK REMINGTON IN HIS ELEMENT. The excitement in the city of Cardiff that morning, when the papers appeared with their reports of the ab duction of little Mamie Powers, was something tremendous in its character. Jacob Powers was a reputable business man, of con siderable wealth, as is shown by the fact of the abduc tion of his child. He had, also, many friends and acquaintances in the city, and his family was well known and respected. The reports of the abduction, and of what the police were doing and expecting to do, were read with avidity, and the people talked of nothing else, in their homes or ori the streets, or in the cars that carried them to their places of business. The night had been a strenuous one for Mack Rem ington. He had joined the force of reporters working for the Guardian, and some of the things which ap peared in the Guardian that morning had from Mack's pencil. It was in Mack's repo1 t that the story of Ned Skeen's encounter with the burglar appeared, and of the strange telegraphy heard in an ice cream parlor b'y a member of the Cranford baseball nine, and of how certain Cranford baseball boys had followed two sus picious characters until they lost them. Mack had secured a "beat" here, and he felt rather proud of it. In the sporting columns of the same paper Mack had also been given a chance to say some things favorable to the nine from Cranford, which was to play Cardiff on their grounds in Cardiff that afternoon. And the nin had the pleasure of reading their names there, Mack's, of course, being among them. In this bit of sporting news Mack recalled to the minds of the readers of the Guardian the fact, which they were in no danger of forgetting, that when Cran ford had played Cardiff there before, on the invitation of Cardiff, at the time of the big fair which the city held in honor of its fiftieth anniversary, no one in Car diff had thought the Cranford boys could win, yet they had won the game by a surprising score. Of course, Mack was clever enough not to say that this wonderful performance might be repeated again that afternoon; but he did hint that the Cardiff nine would need to do good work, for the Cranford boys, "under their brilliant leader, Jack Lightfoot," were in fighting shape and in fighting spirit. Mack thought that lo o ked rather well in print "their brilliant leader, Jack Lightfoot." He had not

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ALL-SI'OPTS LlBlL\RY. I,, J always approved of Jack, but r ecenily he had c ome to be o ne of hi s strongest admirers. Nor did Mack fail to dilate oi1 the fact that Torn Lightfoot, one of the Cranford players, was the young fell ow who had m a de the wonde rful balloon ascension from the fair grounds at the time of th e previous b all game, ancl the d aring and heroic descent fro m the clouds in the parachute, thu s saving hi s o wn life and the life of the child of the regular aeronaut, the child having been carried away in the ball oo n with Tom, the ball oon bursting ,,hiJe it was hig h ove r the ea rth. Mack had been able t o get a half column o f s nappy stuff out of this r ehea r sa l.* As soo n as Jack Lightfoot learned that Ned Skeen had been seriously hurt, he went clown to the Powers re sidence, with Lafe and Torn, to see Ned and learn more a bout it. After being admitted t o the room where Ned was lying c o mfortably on a c ot, Susie Powers came in to greet them. Her face was even paler tha n eel's, which was sure l y white eno ugh, in sp ite of its tan. "Fellow this i s tough l" said Neel, in a subdued tone. "You haven't learned anything?" asked Susie, \\ hose one thought was of her s ister wh o had disap peared. She had h o ped something had been learned, and she went away t o tell her mother who e c o n stant and frantic appeals were for the late s t news. "The doctor says I can't think o f going into the game this afternoon," sa id Ned, when she had gone out of the room "I turn s ick and g i ddy whenever I try to get up, and that will keep me out of the game, even wit h out the doctor's orders. I suppose I'm a vi! lain fo r eve n thinking of the game, afte r what's hap pened to the family here; but I've been thin ing of it, just the sa me. I'll try t o get out and see it, if nothing else I can it in the benches, maybe, and yell when you fellows wall o p Cardiff." Then he turned back to the s ubject o f the abduction. CHAPTER VIII. WHAT CAME OF CHICK GRIDLEY'S PRYING. \ Vhen the game \HS call ed that afternoon, in the fair grounds, where the b oys had met Cardiff o n a previous occasion, the sea rch by the police for Mamie Power s was still going on *Fo r the story of this mo s t and thrilling p e rfo r m ance, see No. 23, "Jack Li g htfoot 's Talis man ," which y o u will also find to be one of the be s t sto ries in the se ries. Yet less than a s t one's th ro w from the fair-ground fence stood the weather-beate n barn, with the cattle pen s by it, \\ her e Mamie Po\\"ers wa s held by Nei l B urd ock and his pals; a nd Burdock and his pals could see th e cro wds of pe o ple gathering for the ball game, by pe e rin g through some cracks, and could hear the yells that arose when the game opened up. The c hild had by this time, been sca red into a state of complete s ubj ection. She did no t kn ow where s he was and fear held her quiet under the threats of these ro ugh men. The po lic e were loo kin g everywhere but in the right p lace ; the fact that the old barn was so near the town, and the additional fact that a man was pas sin g in and out of it at int erva ls, attending to the cattle, kept them fro m thinking of it as a pla ce of refuge for the ab ductors. In carrying out this abduction, eil Burdock had gone o n the time-worn ma x im, which says : "\Vhen you hide, hide in a place where no one will think of l ooking for you!" Ned Skeen did not appear in the players' benches, being s till confined to the h o use. Jack, therefore, put Mack Remington in his place at short. The Cardiffs had gone first to the bat, and the lists of the two teams stood as follows : CARDIFF. Ray Gilbert c Tony L a mb, rf. J o hn Brown, r s t b. Bradfo rd Camp, 2d b. L es lie L ee ss. Tige M urphy, p. Linn Corbett, 3d b. T o m Spencer, If Cave Cliff o rd, cf. CRANFORD. Tom Lightfoot, 2d b. Brodie Strawn, rst b. Nat Kimball, rf. L afe L amp t o n, c Mack R emingto n, ss. Phil Kirtland, 3d b. Wilson Crane, cf. Juba l Marlin, If. J ack Lightfoot, p. One o f the things which Jack discovered, before the game had proceeded far, and Mack Remington let a ball go through his fingers, was that J\Iack was in no c o nditi o n for good ba se ball work that clay-the night had been altogether too strenuous for him. Kate Strawn and Ne llie Conner had come over that morning to attend the game; but when they learned of the terrible tragedy in the h o me of Sus ie Powers they gave over all thoughts of the ball game, and went clown to see Susie and stay with her that afternoon. But the mascot, Rex, was there, strung with the rib b o ns which the girls had wound round him, and he o ccupied the benches with the Cranford players when they were at the bat, and was generally pretty close

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14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. to Jack Lightfoot when the Cranford boys occupied the field. There was not so big a crowd out on this day as when the great fair and balloon ascension had drawn the people by thousands, yet the attendance was rea sonably large. A thing which doubtless kept some away was the abduction of Mamie Powers. Jack and his friends had spent most of the forenoon in a fruitless endeavor to aid the police, accompanied in this by Chick Gridley, who had not been able to do any more than they. Chick was on the grounds now When the game opened up, Jack had the satisfaction of striking out Ray Gilbert, the captain and pitcher of the Cardiff nine, who was the first man at the bat; and then hit a man with the ball and gave him a free pass to first. Cardiff brought in one run in that inning, and Cran ford scored a goose egg; which was not a very cheer ing start for the Cranford boys. Phil Kirtland was in good spirits that day. After the previous game at Cardiff, in which he had been laid off by Jack for some sharp talk, he had felt sore and disgruntled for a time; but that had long before passed away, and on this clay he was ready to do his best for Cranford. With all his faults there were some mighty fine traits in Phil, and there could be no doubt that he was a good ball player. The second and third innings saw some exciting work; for the ball was lined out by each side and there was some fine running and fielding, with a score or two brought in, which set the fans to howling. Neil Burdock, up in the barn, which overlooked the fair grounds, had an_ eye glued to a crack a good clea.l of the time, watching the game, and also watching to see that no one came near barn without his know l edge. By and by he saw some boys come through the fence, led by Chick Gridley; that is, they seemed to be led by Chick, though in fact they merely followed, hear ing the cattle and seeing Chick going in that direc tion. Chick had taken a sudden notion to see if the man ,he had talked with the previous night was still there. Chalkeye met him at the door. "Clear out!" he said, gruffly. Chick had not been able to see Chalkeye very well in the darkness, but he recognized the voice. "I just thought I'd come over and take a look at the cattle," said Chick, smoothly. "Clear ot1t !" Chalkeye ordered, with a show of anger. "But can't we see the cattle?" o, you can't! Go on back into the ball grounds!" Now, there seemed to be no real good reason why Chick, or anyone else, might not look at the cattle in the pens at one side of the barn; and if Chalkeye had been clever he would have let Chick look at them without protest. The suspicion still clung to Chick's mind that the man he had supposed to be Sandy-of course, Chick did not then know what the man was called-had come out of that saloon in Cardiff with hat slouched over his eyes as a disguise, and that he--Chick-had trailed him to this barn. It had been Chick's intention to look the barn over, if he had found no one barring the way. "I'd like to take a look at those cattle," he urged; "I don't see any harm in that." "You git out of here!" cried Chalkeye, coming toward him and picking up a club. "Git; or I'll bu' st yer head open!" The boys, frightened by this, turned back toward the fence. Chick retreated toward the fence; but he had seen that from the other side the cattle pens could be ap proached, as well as from this; and, instead of passing through the gap of the fence into the ball grounds, he continued on round until he reached the gate on that side.---The cattle held there were vicious-looking creatures, such as are sometimes brought from the Western ranges. They were hungry, too, and thirsty, for Chalkeye had not been attending to his duties very well. Two of them came toward the gate before which Chick had stopped, and but for the gate they would ha\ e lunged at him

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. J Chick stood l ook in g them over, as if he were a b all-ground fence, and Ch ick began to think that per judge of cattle as we ll as of clothing; but he was hap s h e had got himself into rather close quarters. thinking all the time of the man he had trailed fro m He saw, h owever, that the man was not likely to the Cardiff saloon, and of the trucule nt manner of the be very l ively o n hi s feet. keeper of these cattle. Turning from the bellowing cattle, he began to scrutin i ze t h e barn. Chick was really displaying now some o f the better instincts of the detective fraternity, of w hich it was his ambition to become a memb er. He was s h owing persistence, and he was try in g to reason out a conclu sion from all h e had seen and heard. Certain facts were plain. The first was that some one, supposed to be a burglar, had been frightened from the Powers resi dence early the previous night. The second was that a man called Neil Burdock, known to be a scoundre l both by his appearance and by his deeds, had been given a tapped "telegraphic" message in the ice cream parlor, which had been read by Mack Remington. That message, t he boys thought, and Jack Lightfoot believed, connected those men with the attempted burglary. These men had been l ost in the saloon; and from that saloon C hi ck fancied he had trailed o ne of them to this barn. To this was added the s tartlin g fac t that Mamie Powers had been abd uct ed th a t night from her and one of the abductors, as testified by Ned Skeen, was Neil Burdock. "I'm going to get into that barn some way," was Chick's thought, when he had rea so n ed thu s far. "It strikes me as funny that the man in charge here should be so cranky abo ut anyone coming n ea r the place He l ooked the barn over again very carefully. "I'm going to ask J ac k Lightfoot to help me. I'll tell him abo ut t hi s fe ll ow and how he s p oke to me, and see what he thinks of it. Jack's pretty l evel-headed." Chick's thoughts were cut short by the appearance of Cha lk eye on that side He had seen C hick there, and was in a rage. "TI told you to clear out!" he s h o uted. He came up behind Chick, between him and the "I'm just l ook ing at the cattle," said Chick. "Yo u wouldn't let me through on that side, and so I came on r o und here." There was a certain coolness in Chick's tones and a certain devil-may-care s mile on his sandy face that threw Chalkeye into a furi o u s temper. "You'll git, o r I'll knock you clown!" he shouted, and hurl ed the club straight at C hick 's head. Ch ick dodged it by ducking, and it shot through the bars of the gate and struck o ne o f the bellowing animals. Instantly, there was a witd c h a rge. The enraged stee r came a t C hick wit h l owered head, seemingly so angry that h e did not see th e gate; and, striking it heavily, tore it from its fastenings. There was a wild bellowing mix-up of cattle in th e p ens, as o th ers came trampling after this leader; and Chick, turning tail fled at about as lively a pace as he had ever footed it for the ball-ground fence, with the forward s teer right after him, reaching for hi s coat tails with its s h a rp h orns Chic k did not tarry to investigate t he fate of Chalk eye. He saw the h ole in th e fence, and, reaching it, he b egan tcy writhe through. The steer was not two yards behind him at the mo ment, and it lun ged again. Chick "fade d away" through the op ening, falling on hi s han ds an d feet in a panic inside the ball grounds; a nd saw th e s teer 's head a nd neck come through as it s truck the opening where but a mo ment b efore h e had been, "One st rike! It seemed almost comical to hear the call of the umpir e at tha t juncture, but it came to Chick quite di s tin ctly He scram bl ed to hi s feet to continue hi s flight, and then saw that the s teer had driven it s h ead and s h oul clers so tightly into the opening that it could not get easily forward or back.

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16 :ALL-SPORTS LlBRAR. It was trying to get forward. Chick danced on for a few yards at a lively pace, to get out of the way, and then saw its huge bulk and weight smash heavily through the fence Then Chick turned and ran again, at a two-forty gate toward the diamond. The wildest excitement now took place 111 the ball grour:ds. Women and children screamed, and men and boys ran to get out of the way of the steer The play on the diamond stopped as if by mutual consent. The steer deviated when it reached the diamond, and lowered its head to charge at the umpire, who chanced to be the person immediately before it. Jack Lightfoot was standing near him, and had but a moment before been waiting for a ball, with bat in his hand. Seeing the peril of the umpire, Jack now leaped at the steer, swinging Old Wagon Tongue. With a terrific crack he brought the heavy bat down across the steer's no se, bringing a bellow of pain. The brute now abandoned the umpire and made for Jack. He sprang aside with the le ap of an athlete, and again struck, once more hitting the steer on the nose. The pain of this second blow fairly blinded it; and, instead of trying to spring at him again, it went on across the diamond with bellowing leaps, stampeding everything before it. The stunning pain had taken all the fight out of it, and it now made for the open gate. The gatekeeper fled, and the steer plowed through to the outside, where it disappeared in a whirl of dust. As for the other steers, Chalkeye had been able to turn them back at the fence and drive them into the pens, and he was now engaged in trying to make secure the gate which had been broken down. But there had been a lively panic for a few minutes in the ball grounds, and there can be no doubt that, had it not been for the quick and heroic work of Jack Lightfoot, some one would have been killed, or seri ously hurt. CHAPTER IX. THE NEW MAN AT SHORT. Chick Gridley dropped down with a heaving sigh into the benches, where some of his acquaintances were gathering, now that their scare was over. He turned to Jack, who c ame up at that moment. "I've got to tell you about that," said Chick. "Haven't time to hear just now," said Jack .. "The umpire wants the game to go right on, to quiet the people. But there's a thing you can do. I was lo ok ing for you a while ago and sent some of the boys to find you. Mack Remington has sprained his ankle, and I haven't a man to put in his place. Mack was the only man we had to put in Skeen's place at short, and now he's ruined for the day." Jack explained, however, that in spite of his twisted ankle Mack had stuck heroically at his post through one inning and declared his willingness to go on; but Mack could not run, nor move around lively, and the Cardiff boys, knowing it, were putting the balls through short all the time. Five innings had been played, and the Cardiffs were three runs in the lead, with a score of six to three in their favor; and that lead of three had all been made in the last inning, after they discovered and tosik ad vantage of Mack's condition. "I've spoken to the umpire," said Jack, "and to the captain of the other team." All the boys were grouping round Jack and Chick now, listening. "Oh, you've got to go in!" Lafe urged. "Sure thing!" cried little Nat Kimball. "We'll lose this game the way things are going." Nat always felt rather proud when he was permitted to come into the game and seemed t o feel that the responsibility of the whole thing rested on his shoul ders. In a sense, it was a good feeling to have; and Nat could always be depended on to do the very best that was in him for Cranford. Ray Gilbert, the captain of the Cardiff nine, came into the crowd, with some of his players, among them being the pitcher, Tige Murphy. "Are you going to ring him in on us?" Murphy de manded.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 17, "He's a regular member of the nine ," said Jack. "I talked this thing over ,;_ while ago with your captain and the umpire." "But I say he ain't!" said Murphy. Jack's face took on color and his gray-blue eyes fla shed "Will you kindly tell me why he isq't, after you've heard my explanation? Chick's on the road now, traveling for a clothing house, but his home is in Cranford. In the early part of last school year he attended the high school was a member of our athletic club, and was a regular player on our football team and our base ball team. Has he lost hi s right s as a member because he has go.neon the road as a traveling salesman during the summer months?" "Oh, course he has !" "He is still a member of the nine and lives in Cran ford." "Oh, this is just a game, to git him into the play!" cried Murphy, with a sneer. Jack turned to the captain. I "You see the conditi o n of our nine. Our shortstop has lamed his ankle, and the man who plays s hort regnlarly for us was hurt last night, as you all know, and is not able to be on the ground at all. Nat was the only one of our regul a r substitutes who came over here to-day, and I've put him in right field, to take the place of Mack Remington, whom I put in at short. Now, what are you going to do about it? Are you going to force us to play thi s game with Mack Rem ington at short, when you can see for yourselves that he' s hardly able to walk?" "Oh, come off!" grunted Murphy. "How do we know that he's so bad hurt?" "I'm a liar, am I?" said Mack, firing up in a man ner to make his round, red cheeks glow. Jack continued, speaking to the captain, Ray Gilbert. "All we ask is a fair deal. Let us put in thjs new man at short, and the game can go on with some chance that we can do something." But, to tell the truth, that was one thing Ray Gil bert was not anxious for. When Cardiff challenged Cranford the first time to play on these grounds it was because they could not get a nine of greater prominence t o play them on that day, which was the closing clay of their fair. Cranford had made a strong reputation in the little Fonr-Town League, and for that reason had been selected; but not a man of the Cardiff nine dreamed for a moment that Cranford could beat them that day. Yet Cranford had defeated them in a clean, square game of baseball. The Cardiff nine had never been able to get over that. It still stung like nettles. That defeat was the only reason why they had chal lenged Cranford a second time. They vvantecl to wipe out the old score. They had told themselves that it was "luck" which had given Cranford the victory before. They had justification in this. "Luck" does queer things sometimes. Now and then strong teams of real y capable players are beaten by nines much their in feriors. But in this game, until Mack Remington hurt his ankle, Cranford had held the score even, making it up to the end of the fourth inning three to three, when Mack had gone to pieces and three runs had been made by Cardiff on hits that had been driven through short and which he could not handle Ray Gilbert had seemed, when Jack talked to him before, to be willing to permit the Cranford captain to put a new man in at short. But Tige Murphy had come up with his objections, and other players had added theirs, until now the Car diff captain was in a wavering and uncertain mood "It won't look well," said Jack, persuasively, "if I you make us play a crippled at short. Even if you defeat us, which, of course, in that case you will, it won't be much of an honor to you. Do you really think it will?" This was an that told. The Cardiff captain knew that reporters of the Car diff papers there, and that the thing would be known to the public. He saw one of those reporters standing in a listen ing attitude not far away. Jack Lightfoot had seen him, too and had m ade sure that his words would reach him. I

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Oh, let 'em put their n ew man in!" said Leslie Lee, who played short fo r Cardiff Gilbert t oo k Tige Murphy and so me of hi s o ther men aside. The umpire wa s watching all thi s impat ien tly and was growing tired of the delay "Settle that matter quick, you fello-ws !" he called out. "This game is going on in mighty short o rder." "I kick against it!" J a ck heard Ti ge Murphy say. What Gilbert and the othe r s sa id came to Jack as a mere hum of voices. At last Gilbert came back. "Put him on," he sa id. "We fellows can beat you all right, anyway. We h ardly think this is a sq u a re deal but put him on." Jack knew of cour se, that it i s t h e privilege of every captain to prote s t in this manner, and he disre garded it altogether. "Get into Mack's clo thes quick," he said to Chick Gridley. "There's a dressing roo m ri ght back there at one side of the grand s tand." Mack hobbled with Chick to this dressing room, an d in a l ittle while Chick G ridl ey came out attired in Mack's baseball suit, which fitted as if it had been made for him. "Oh, say," whispered Chick, greatly e lat ed, and speaking to Jack a s he came again up on the diamond, "this is great! I didn't want to say anything about it while all that hot air was going on, for fear they wouldn't let me play, but I've been pla ying more o r l ess all s ummer, in the different towns where I've been, and a s luck would have it I've u s u a lly pla yed s h ort. You ll find that I'm there, when the h o rsehide comes tumbling in my directi o n." "Play ball! said the umpire, in a grating voice, fo r his patience had been worn to a thread Jack knew this, of course, and when Murphy hande d him a wide o ne he coolly let it go by. The next Murphy put closer in, for that had been pronounced a "ball''; and thi s Jack hamm ered out in fine sending it ove r the he ad of the third base man. It was a whistler, far o ut int o the field, and Jack ran like a greyliound down to first, and then on to sec ond, before the ball could be fiel de d in. Following Jack at the bat came his cousin Tom. Murph y's reel face was redder than ever, as he turned to pitch to the p l ate. "But he hasn't got home yet was his thought. C r ack! Tom Lightfoot lifted the fir s t p i tched ball and sent it as a g r ass cutter int o deep right. J ack flew for third, whi l e Tom went like a hou s e afire clown to first. "Go-go! screamed Nat K imball who h ad run down to third to coach. J ack turned third base, and started at wi ld s peed for the home plate. Befo r e he had gone he saw the ball coming in, shoo tin g up lik e a rocket out of right fiel d, sent by Tony Lamb, who was a good, strong thrower. "Go!" ye lled Kimball. "Slide!" howled Lafe from the benches. The exci t ement at the instant was tremendous A ll hacl forgotten the scare of a few minutes before and the l ong delay while the captains talked and wran g led. Jack threw himself forward in a great s li de. P lunk! The ball smas h ed i nto the catcher's mitt, the catch e r b eing Ray Gilbert, the captain of the Cardiff nine. He l eaped to put it on Jack, but J ack's outstretched fingers were on the rubber. CHAPTER X. "Safe! sho ute d the umpire, as excited as any fan THE GAME PROCEEDS. th e re; fo r the thin g h ad been quick, thrilling and Tige Murphy wa s in an angry mood when Jack, spectacular. with bat in hand, faced him again from th e rubber. The catcher straightened up now and lined the ball Tige was a good pitch e r with speed and good curves. to second. He had a lre ady secured o ne strike, and he was n ow "Safe on second!" said the umpire, for reliable wildly anxious to strike Jack out. Tom had gained that Uag.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 19 Brodie Strawn, the batting slugger of the Cranford nine, took up Old Wagon Tongue, and the Cranford fans cheered. "Brodie will line it out!" one of them howled, en thusiastically. "Hurrah for Cranford!" The "mascot," having become as excited as the boys, though it can hardly be claimed that he understood as well as they what was going on, barked loudly; and again the fans cheered. Tige Murphy, after twisting the ball rdund in his fingers and watching Tom, shot the ball at the plate. Brodie, who was a patient waiter, let it go by. It came in again, in the same way. "Two balls!" Again it came over, and again Brodie let it pass. "Three balls !" It began to seem that Tige Murphy was so much afraid of Brodie that he would give him a pass to first. But he got the next ball in, putting it low. Brodie lifted it, in a great drive into center, his favorite batting ground. Though the center fielder had got well out, in antici pation of this, Brodie was a good place hitter, and put it in a section that made the fielder run for it. Tom Lightfoot came home, amid the howls of the enthusiasts, and Brodie took second. Nat Kimball now, to his great joy, knocked a ball down toward second, and flew for first bag. But it was fatal to Brodie, who had played well off second. Tige Murphy, with a wild jump that he made so quickly that he deserved the hand-clapping and cheers it brought, got the ball and slammed it to second. Seeing he could not safely take third, Brodie had tried to get back to second. The ball beat Brodie by just enough margin to make it a question, and the umpire declared him out. But Nat Kimball was on first, as happy, Jubal said, "as a 'tater bug on a 'tater vine." Nat fairly danced a hornpipe, when he saw Lafe Lampton come to the batter's place lugging Old \V agon Tongue. Then Nat began to play off first, coached by Tom Lightfoot. vVhen Brodie went out, two men were out, and the situation was now ticklish. Tige Murphy was so much afraid of Lafe's batting abilities that he gave him four balls and a pass to first, thus sending little Nat on to second, where he danced in glee Then the new man, Chick Gridley, came to the bat. Jack watched Chick anxiously from the benches. Chick had been a good, player the previous season, but Jack did not know how he would do now. However, Chick got a hit on the second pitched ball. But it forced Nat, and he was thrown out at third. The side was out. Yet two runs had been brought in, thus reducing the leacl of the Cardiff team. The score now stood-Cardiff, six; Cranford, five. CHAPTER XL THE LUCKY FIND. Chick Gridley was soon given a chance to show what he could do. The first man at the bat hammered one of Jack's ho t pitches and sent it skipping to short. Perhaps he was testing the new man. If so, he must have been satisfied in finding out what the new man could do. Chick seemed to pitch at the ball as it came toward him, scooping it up as it bounced, and threw wit h light ning quickness to Brodie Strawn on first. Reliable Brodie held the ball, and the ball had beaten the runner. "Runner out!" shouted the umpire Jack struck out the next man. The third batter to come to the plate secured a h it into center. He took two bags on it; and then, believing it safe to do so, and urged by the coach, he tried for third. The fielder threw to third, sending the ball high, but very swiftly. It went over the head of the third baseman. But Chick Gridley was backing the baseman, and secured the ball. Seeing that he could not safely make third, the run ner had already started back for second; but Chick

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' 20 ALL-SPORTS UBR.\RY. lined the ball hot to Tom Lightfoot, and Tom tagged his man. "Three men out--side out!" called the umpire. It had been clone quickly. "Gridley, you're all right!" cried Jack, walking up to him and patting him on the shoulder. "\Ve think we'll have to tie you and keep .you in Cranford, so we can use you in every game. You've been learn ing some good baseball while you were away." Chick's sandy face was a deep reel now, and the thin, sanely lines that served for eyebrows seemed to ha ve gone out of s i ght, hidden in the red of his face. "Thanks!" he said, airily. Nevertheless, this praise from Jack, and the praise fr om the other boys was, naturally, very pleasing to him ow, we'll even the score," said Jack, confidently. Phil Kirtland was first at the bat now, and stepped into place l ook ing very straight and handsome, and was given a r o und of app l ause by the Cranford fans. Phil was a good man with the stick, and he cracked a liner out of the box and went to second Phil Kirtland, watching for his chance, flew for third, with the fans roaring and enrybody thrilled to high excitement. Tige now put a straight one over, but it was so close in th ,at Jack saw if he hit it he would have to strike it with the handle of the bat. It was a "strike." Then, to the surprise of the fielders, who had gone well back, expecting he would line it out, Jack bunted down in front of the plate. He had signaled to Phil that he meant to clo so, and when the bunt came Phil was already well off third bag; and now he went like a whirlwind for home. In making that bunt Jack had fooled the catcher as well as the fielders. Both the catcher and the pitcher ran to get the ball. Seeing that the pitcher was running for it, the catcl1er tried to get back into position to receive it; but before the pitcher could get the ball and put it in the catcher's mitt, Phil Kirtland had crosed the rub ber and was safe. And Jack? Wilson Crane, h oweve r, failed to connect this time,,.. He had taken advantage of the attempt to put out with Tige Murphy's cm'ves. Phil and had gained first. Then Jubal came up, swinging his two bats, and dropping one, held up Old Wagon Tongue. "Give me an easy one he begged, as he prepared for his "south paw" swing, and everybody snickered, that was Jubal's constant cry. But Tige Murphy, having gotten ove r his anger somewhat, had pulled himself together, and was again pitching great ball. He had already struck Wilson out, and now he sent in s uch curves that the best J nbal could do was to pop up a fly, which the catcher captured. Two men were out, when Jack Lightfoot came to tpe bat. Phil Kirtland was playing daringly off second, watched closely by both pitcher and catcher. Tige Murphy was so much afraid of Jack Lightfoot as a batter that he again began to put the balls wide, and had "balls" called against him. One of these pitched balls went so wide that it popped off the catcher's mitt. But Tom Lightfoot now sent up a fly, and the side went out. Yet the score had been tied, it being now six to six. CHAPTER XII. CHICK AGAIN SHOWS WHAT IIE CAN DO. In the first half of the eighth inning Chick Gridley again showed what he could do at short. Jack had struck out one man; when Tige Murphy, who was himself something of a slugger at the bat, as well as elsewhere, caught one of Jack's pitches and drove it hot toward the outfield It seemed that it would go well over the head of Gridley, but with the smash of the bat Gridley seemed to bound into the air like a rubber man, and snatched down the swift liner. Then the Cranford fans howled their enthusiasm, while Tige Murphy, who had started to first, stopped and seemed dazed

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 2I "Great work!" Jack shouted to Gridley. "Chick, you're all right!" Brodie called from first. And that praise from Brodie Strawn, who seldom said anything of that kind, was even more valuable to Chick than Jack's encomium, for Jack often praised the good work of his men. Chick's sandy face again showed that deep redthat pleasurable red-in which the thin lines of his eyebrows lost themselves. "Oh, I'm :riere !" he answered; "I said I'd be, and I'm trying to make good!" Tige Murphy was fuming. "Yes, and if the captain and the other fellows had backed me you wouldn't be playing short!" was his thought. Yet even Tige Murphy knew that Chick Gridley, as a member of Jack's nine who had never lost his mem bership, was fully entitled to play in the nine that day. Jack seemed to "fall down on himself riow," or "go up in a balloon," as the boys say, for he let men get bases. Two men were on bases-one on second and one on third, when Cave Clifford came to the bat. Clifford was known as a sure, hard hitter, and it began to seem that Cardiff would bring in one perhaJ.ls two. This would again put them in the lead, and it might give them the game. Clifford connected with Jack's third ball, pulling it a little away from short toward third. Chick Gridley was again on hand. Though the ball came low, he caught it, scooping it almost up off the ground. The runner at second and the runner at third had started at the crack of the bat, being sure that the shortstop, clever as he had shown himself to be, could not get that ball. The runner who had tried to go home was now forced, of course, to come back to third; and with a flirt of his hand Chick sent the ball to Phil Kirtland, who was third ba se man, and two men were put outthe batter, who had been cc.ught out, and the runner who had failed to remain on third. It was done so quickly, too, that the fans stared for an instant, then rose in their places and yelled like wild men. The Cardiffs were thus retired in the first half of the ninth without making a run, when it seemed sure they would make at least one; and the score still stood even. The Cranford oys came whooping in from the field. "Boys, we can do em now !" said Jack, with enthu siasm. "One run does it, and we ought to get that easily." But Brodie Strawn, popping up one of the long flies that he was rather noted for at times, was caught out; and Nat Kimball, who followed him, was struck out. Two men were out. But Lafe was to come to the bat. The boys pinned their faith to Lafe. He came up smiling and setting Old Wagon Tongue on end went through his "charm" performance of cracking open a peanut and eating it. Somef nes that made the pitcher laugh and worked to Lafe's advantage. But not this time. Tige Murphy was in no laughing mood. He saw that two men were out, and if one more could be put out before a run was made there was still hope for Cardiff. So he deliberately struck Lafe with the ball, though claih1ing that it was an accident, and the umpire sent Lafe to first. This prevented one of Lafe's liners, which Murphy feared. / Then Chick Gridley came to the bat. Now, if Chick had been as great a batter as.he was a shortstop, the game might have been won right here. But Chick fanned, fanned agam, and then fannep again; a.nd the side was out. "Wow! a ten-inning game!" was howled; while the spectators roared with glee. They could not get too much of this kind of ball playing. Neil Burdock that yell up in the old barn, and glued his eye to one of the cracks and looked out.

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22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Then he swore a great oath. "The games' goin' on!" he said. "Nine mnin's, and they're goin' to make it ten! Why don't they git t'rough with it and clear out?" He felt that every mom ent in which the game went on and those people were so near to his hiding place was a moment of great peril to him. He had been in a fever of anxiety e ver since Chick Gridley had come fooling round the barn a11d the steer had escaped. He knew that must have drawn atten tion to the barn and the cattle, and there was no know ing how soon other fellows would come nosing along asking to see the cattle. Chalkeye had fixed up the gate, but had not gone in pursuit of the escaped steer. Chalkeye had too much ::;ense for that; and now stood like a bulldtig at the entrance to the barn, determined that no one should go in. He, too, had heard that cry and knew that another inning was to be played, and he was no better pleased than Neil Burdock. Jack now went into the pitcher's box, after a few words with Lafe, who was to go behind the bat. Lafe slowly adjusted his pad and mask and as slowly got into position. Then he signaled to Jack, and the first ball came in, which the batter let go by. Chick was in his place at short, ready to take any flies or grounders that came his way, a'nd the nerve of every player of the Cranford nine was keyed to the highest notch. But Jack Lightfoot made short work of that half of the inning. He had got back into form again and once more had control of the spit ball. He was finding it more and more reliable, and with every gari1e was more a master of it. And now with the spit ball, and with as fine pitching as was ever seen on any amateur diamond, Jack struck out his three men straight. "Wow, it's going to be an eleven-inning game!" howled the man who had howled before. I Phil Kirtland now came first to the bat, in the second half of the inning. Phil was so anxious this time that it made him nervous. Two strikes were called on him, but 'finally he drove out a ball, which the man in left field cap tured, bringing a ringing cheer from the Cardiff fans. Wilson Crane thrust his long nose over the rubber and held up Old Wagon Tongue. Wilson did better than Phil, for he got a scratch hit which took him to first. Then Jubal Marlin came up laughing, in his usual way. Jubal, being left-handed, was a batter that troubled Murphy, and he always disliked to see him take up the timber. "An easy one!" said Jubal. He received two very swift curves; but after that popped out a twisting fly, which a fielder let get away from him. That put Wilson on second and Jubal on first, and brought Jack Lightfoot up to the rubber. Jack's rather fair face glowed now with a hot color even through the deep tan that covered it. We will not attempt to deny that Jack was A good deal depended on him, he knew; yet, in spite of that hot, red glow, he faced Murphy with a smile. It was a little forced, for Jack did not feel like smiling just then. Tige Murphy saw that Jack was a bit nervous, and he began to try him with swift and slow curves. When two strikes were called against Jack he felt his heart thumping like a drum and he knew that his hands trembled. But the ball was coming in again-Murphy meant to make it the third strike and out !-and Jack steadied his hands and his jumping nerves, and reached for it, catching it well out toward the tip of his bat. He had meant to drive it into deep center if he could get it, but it went sharp from the bat into deep right, which was possibly just as well. Long-legged Wilson Crane, the fastest runner per haps in the whole nine, was on second, and had l e d well off. As soon as the bat and ball collided Wil so n wa s fly ing for third.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 23 The spectators stood up in bleachers and grand stand to see. Tom Lightfoot, down near third, yelled for Wilson to go home, as he passed third. The fielder was right on top of the ball now, but Wilson started for home. Then the ball came sailing in, in a great throw for the plate. "Go--go, you giraffe!" Tom yelled in his ex:cite ment. Everybody was bellowing and howling. It seemed that 'vVilson had never run so before. He. thrust out the birdlike head that hung at the end of his long neck, and went like the wind, with his legs seem ing to move with the rapidity of buggy spokes. The ball came in, with the catcher in position to receive it. "Slide-slide!" Tom was howling. \Vilson threw himself in a tremendous slide, plowing up the dust. "Safe!" yelled the umpire. And the great ten-inning game with Cardiff had l:leen won. Once more the young amateur nine from Cranford had come to Cardiff and had won from the Cardiff nine a victory. Was it any wonder that the Cranford boys and the Cranford fans seemed to go suddenly wild? They howled, they yelled, they cheered; while the mascot !if ted his voice in the midst of the excitement, and frisked around gayly, with his fluttering ribbons flying. Jack put his arms affectionately round Wilson's shoulders, faidy hugging him, he was so pleased with Wilson's great performance, and the other boys coming u p told Wilson what a wonder he was. Even Phil Kirtland, who did not like Wilson, did not withhold his meed of praise in this moment of victory. CHAPTER XIII. THE ADVANCE ON THE BARN. Neil Burdock uttered a fierce oath, It was so fierce and of such malignity that Sandy, who was lying near him on the hay, sprang up, knowing that something unusual was occurring. Burdock had his eye glued to a crack in the upper part of the barn and was looking out toward the ball grounds. "What is it?" Sandy asked. "A mob of fellers comin' to look at them cattle, and they'll want to go pokin' through the barn." Then he cursed again, roundly denouncing himse l f for coming to that place in the first instance and de nouncing Chalkeye for letting the steer get away. "That steer done it!" he grumbled. He moved across the hay, and, putting his heavy head down through the opening that held the ladder, he spoke to Chalkeye, who was on guard at the door. "Some more o' them fools comin'," he warned; "don't let 'em in." At the head of those who were coming was Jack Lightfoot and his friends. Chick Gridley had told his story, and it was so sug gestive that Jack was convinced that an investigation of the barn was demanded. Brodie St;awn was now at Jack's side, with the other fellows close behind, when Jack stopped in front of Chalkeye. "We thought we'd like to take a look through the barn," he said, endeavoring to speak pleasantly. "What fer?" growled Chalkeye. "It will make us think of the clays of our childhood clown on the farm," Jack answered, with a laugh. "You fellers clear out of here!" said Chalkeye. He was angry, but he was also frightened, and the whisky red flush had fled from his face, making it ghastly. Jack saw this mark of fear, and was more than ever sure that something in or about the barn demanded an inspection. A scowl came to the dark features of Brodie S trawn. "See here," he said, roughly, for Brodie spoke as he struck, straight out from the shoulder, "we're going into this barn; so if you know what's good for you you'll stand out of the way!"

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24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "I'll kill the first one that tries it!" shouted Chalk eye, and whipped out a revolver. Both Brodie and Jack fell back when they saw the weapon, for neither relished the idea of being shot. "What's in the barn, that makes you so determined that no one shall look into it ?0 Jack queried. "There's nothin' in this barn but some hay, and over there the cattle pens; but I'm left in charge here an' I won't stand no foolin'. I've be(!n bothered all after noon by some o' you fellers and I'm tired of it." He held the revolver in a menacing attitude. Jack and his friends retreated a few steps, for the purpose of a conference. "Clear out!" Chalkeye shouted at them. "Fellows, what do you think of it?" Jack asked, when they had gone a few yards away. "v\Tell, you can see that he's in an ugly temper!" said Tom. "Jiminy Christmas, it wouldn't hurt the barn if we went into it!" Lafe grumbled. "It's my opinion that something is mighty crooked there," declared Chick Gridley. "It wouldn't surprise me if that little girl is held there." "I agree with you, Chick," said Jack. "The question now is, What shall we do?" He saw that some of the people who had witnessed the game were coming through the fence. "There'll be enough of us to take any band of scoun drels that may be hiding in there, but"-he hesitated don't want to get ourselves killed !" He glanced at Chalkeye, and saw that he had stepped inside the doorway. "If we were up there now we might make a rush and get him," suggested Phil Kirtland. "The only trouble," said Jack, "and the one that makes me most, is that there may be nothing more in the barn than he says. He's in charge of it, and we've no legal right to enter it, so long as he for bids us. If we should make a rush and he should be hurt we might find ourselves in trouble. Even if he wasn't hurt the thing would be trespass." "Send some one for the police," Nat Kimball sug gested. "I'll go, if you say so." "All right," said Jack. Nat ran back to the ball-ground fence and vanished. In the meantime Chalkeye, who had been acquainting those inside with the condition of things, reappeared at the door. He had put his revolver in his pocket, but looked anxiously at the crowd of young fellows talking near. "Clear out!" he said, in that threatening tone. Instead of clearing out, Jack led them again toward the barn door. "We want to have a talk with you about this." "But I don't want to talk with you!" The revolver came out again, and this kept some of the more timid well in the background. But in the fore!ront with Jack were Tom and Lafe, Phil and Brodie, Jubal and Wilson. "By granny, I used tew live in a haymow," said Jubal, with his wide Yankee grin, "an' I ain't seen one sense comin' intew this gol-darned country; so I'd jist like .to take a peek at this un." "Clear out!" shouted Chalkeye, swinging his weapon. "But see here," said Jack, stepping still nearer. A big crowd was now gathering some distance be hind, and that crowd was becoming excited, for the word had gone round that the abductors had been "treed" in the barn. Some of them knew that one of the baseball boys had started to town to summon the police. A few of the boldest of the men now pushed forward, coming close up behind Jack and his friends. "What's the trouble here?" one of them asked. "We just want to look the barn over," Jack answered. "Do you think them abductors air in there?" Chalkeye gave a jump of alarm when he heard the words. Jack took advantage of it, for Chalkeye for just the fraction of a second was thus put off his guard. With a quick leap Jack crossed the intervening dis tance, and throwing his arms round Chalkeye pinioned his pistol hand to his side. "Help here, fellows!" he cried. But before even Tom Lightfoot could reach him

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ALL-sroRTS LIBRARY. Jack had thrown Chalkeye and had wrested the pistol fr o m him, and Chalkeye lay gurgling with fear in the very opening of the barn door. Jack passed the revolver to Torn. "Hold it," he said. He felt on the outside of Chalkeye's pockets, and, not discovering any other weapon, released him. Chalkeye scrambled heavily to his feet, cursing; but he was pale with fear. 'Tll have you arrested fer this," he asserted; but the threat was rather weak. toward him he threw it across her mouth, and with a quick motion forced it between her jaws and began to knot it behind her ears, thus making of it a gag. She tried to scream now, but the gag kept her silent. Burdock produced a cord and tied her hands behind her back. "The devil's to pay," he said, speaking quickly to Sanely. "Git yer gun, but don't use it unless you have to. Chalkeye's captured, an' them fellows are in the barn. They'll be up 'ere in a minute. We've got to Jack felt called to justify his action both to the man hide." he had attacked and to the crowd that swarmed near He lifted the child and carried her over near the as soon as they saw that the man was disarmed. wall, to the lowest point of the pit which Chalkeye "It's suspected that the little girl who was abducted had made in the hay for t h em to occupy. las t night may be held in this barn. That's why we want to go in. If you had been willing for us to look the barn over and had not drawn that revolver on us no trouble would have come. Vle're going into the barn now, and if we've made a mistake and done wrong we'll have to stand the consequences." With this Jack stepped through the doorway, with Torn at his side and the other boys crowding right in at their heels, CHAPTER XIV. THE CAPTURE OF THE ABDUCTORS. Neil Burdock had his head in the opening that led to the loft, while these events were occurring. He heard Jack and the others enter the and he withdrew his head and began to tiptoe across the hay toward the rear of the barn, where Sanely was staying with the child, keeping her quiet. Burdock looked worried. The sweat stood out in great drops on his thick, fleshy neck, and the huge chain stretched across his stomach rose and fell, for his breath came heavily as be made his way across the hay. "What's up?" said Sanely, for he saw his chief was almost in a panic. "Somebody's goin' to git killed in about a minute!" "Here, you!" he said, speaking roughly to the child. "Look at this!" He had taken out his handkerchief, and as she turned When he had thrown her down there he covered her over with hay. Standing still now and listening, while the child squirmed and tried to cry out, both he and Sanely heard the boys moving about in the lowerpart of the barn. "Do they know we're here?" asked Sandy. "Well, they neecln' t know it, if we can make a good hide of it, unless that fool down there peaches. If he does I'll murder 'irn." He drew out his heavy revolver, and examined the cylinder to make sure it was loaded and in working condition. Then he went to the spot where the child was kick ing and squirming and began to burrow down beside her "Here, you!" he .said, in a heavy whisper. "If you don't stop yer kickin' I'll choke ye!" And be meant it. He was fully resolved that if the searchers came near and it was necessary tc choke her to keep her still he would do it. "Pitch some hay over me, Sandy, and then crawl in yerself !" Sanely threw some hay over him, :rnd began to bur row downward like a gopher, to secure 11is own safety. Down in the 10\ver part of the barn Jack and his friends had begun an investigation, looking every where before ascending to the upper part of the barn.

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26 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As they were thus engaged a cry came from the tle. But no one would have walked to that far end of men at the door. the barn and there taken hay for the cattle before the Some of the crowd had followed Jack and his hay nearer the ladder was u sed In addition to this, friends inside; but others had remained outside, and with the s e had been Cha lkeye. Chalkeye had made a dash for liberty, and was Jack knew as a matter of fact, if his common sense had not to ld him, that it is the custom to fill in the further parts of a haymow before filling in close about the en flying across the field; which was the occasion of the trance. For these reasons that singular-looking hole outcry that now drew the attention of the boys. The words of the men at the door told them what had happened. "A mighty good proof that something's crooked here!" said Jack. \hen the lower part of the barn yielded nothing, held for him a suspicious aspect. \V'ith a leap he went d o wn into it, and at the same time heard some one coming across the hay toward the point he had left. "Anything down there?" The questioner was Lafe. the daring boys climbed by the ladder up into the big o, I don't think so," was Jack's cautious anloft. swer. It was somewhat dark up there before the eyes be came accustomed to the dim light and at first they could see nothing but the faint outline of the heaped up hay. But after a few moments the whole interior of the loft became visible. "I don't see anything," whispered Phil. "We'll make a search," said Jack. "Some one had better stay here by the ladder." Tom volunteered for that place, or it seemed to him an important one. The boys now scattered out and began to walk slowly over the hay. Jack was one of the first to reach the pi tl ike place in wh ich Burdock and his pal had concealed them selves. He looked at it closely before venturing down into it. "Not a thing in here!" he heard Wilson Crane say from another part of the loft. It had begun to seem to some of the boys, and even to Chick Gridley, that they had jumped to hasty and ill-founded conclusions. That pit in the hay was, however, very suggestive to Jack. If it had been near the ladder he would have thought little of it, for such a pit might have been made there in a n ordinary way by the removal of hay for the cat-He began to walk about, feeling of the hay with his feet. As he did so, he trod on something hard. It might have been a stick, he knew; yet: in reality it was Sandy's foot. Jack felt a little quiver of the nerves, but he passed on without showing excitement. othing in here !" he called to Lafe agam. "I guess we made a mistake." "It begins to look so "\tVhat you going to do now?" "Give it up, I suppose All the while Jack was stepping round on the hay, testing it with his feet. As he did so he saw the hay move just in front of him. The movement of the hay was caused by the child, who, in spite of the fact that Neil Burdock's heavy fin gers were on her throat and he had said he would kill her if she stirred, could not remain still so l ong: She was almost smothered by the hay piled on h e r and by that handkerchief gag. Even though in deadly fear of Burdock, she could not keep from making that movement. Standing still and looking down at the spot, which was quiet now, Jack saw the outline of Burdock's con cealed body and observed that the hay had the ap pearance of being fre s hly thrown there. He held up his hand and beckoned to Lafe, who

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. stood on the edge of the pit looking down; and then with a dive, as if he were leaping from a pier into the water, Jack pitched forward and threw himself on Burdock. "Help!" he cried; and Lafe came tumbling down to his aid. Burdock threw back the hay that covered him and thrust up his revolver, revealing himself and the re volver at the same moment; then it roared its contents, for Burdock, knowing that he would have to fight, was like an animal driven into a corner; but Jack's hand turned the weapon aside as it was discharged; and the next moment he had the villain by the throat. "Help here!" bawled Lafe; and the boys came running from all parts of the barn loft. Knowing that discovery was now a foregone thing, Sandy sprang from his hiding place, and, knocking down Wilson Crane, who opposed him, he ran for the ladder which Tom Lightfoot was guarding. He sprang at Tom, as Tom tried to stop him, and the two fell through the opening to the floor below, striking on the hay there. Up in the pit Jack was having one of the biggest fights of his life. Neil Burdock threw him off once, and got out a knife, which he tried to use. Jack grasped the knife hand and hung on like a ) bulldog. Burdock was a powerful man and was now des perate. Though Lafe Lampton and Brodie Strawn, and then Phil Kirtland and Jubal, came to Jack's assistance, Burdock rose with them all. But he could not get away. They hung to him, Jack clinging to that knife hand; and they threw him down and piled on him. Other fellows, among them \Vilson Crane, came to their aid, and they secured Burdock, finally binding him with a rope which was brought from below. In the meantime, Tom Lightfoot, assisted by those below, had subdued Sanely. Burdock was raving and roaring like a caged lion. Jack had wrenched the knife from him, and he had dropped his revolver in the struggle; and now, with rope on him, he was as helpless as Samson bound. A continued wriggling in the hay indicated the point where the child was concealed, and she was brought out, frightened and smothered, and was relieved of the choking gag. * Long before the policemen summoned by Nat Kim ball arrived, the rescue of little Mamie Powers had been effected and the abductors were in the toils; while a mob of angry men, swarming about them outside of the barn, threatened them with lynching. "Fellows," said Chick Gridley, proudly, s'I think detective work is my line!" "Well, you had a pretty good nose for the game this time," Jack Lightfoot was pleased to acknowledge. It was almost enough to restore Ned Skeen to his former strength, when Mamie was brought home to her parents. Chalkeye was caught later in the evening. The boys from Cranford had sudd enly become the heroes of the city. Mack Remington assumed new importance in the eyes of the conductors of the Guardian, for he had been right there when the capture of the abductors took place and knew all about it even to the slightest de tails, even though the condition of his ankle had kept him from taking an active part in the exciting event. And the Cranford nine and their friends went back to Cranford feeling that in beating CarcPiff, and in rescuing the child and effecting the capture of the villains who had stolen her from her home for a re ward, they had done one of the greatest clay's work of their lives. THE END. Next week's issue, No. 32, will be "Jack Lightfoot, Archer; or, The Strange Secret an Arrow Revealed." This is a splendid outing story. In olden times bat tles were fought and : won with bows and arrows, and, as is well known, these were the early weapons of the Indians, as well as their weapons of the chase. An Indian bowman has been known to drive an arrow through the body of a buffalo. You will want to hear of the skill of Jack and his friends with the bow and arrow, and, above all things, you will want to know what the strange secret was which the arrow revealed.

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A CHAT WITH YOU Under this general head we purpose each week to s it around the camp fire, and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young readers who care to gather there, answering suc h letters as may reach us asking for information with r egard to various h ealthy sports, both indoor and out. We s hould also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publication. It is the editor's desire to make this department one that will b e eagerly r ead from week to week by every admirer of the ] ack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of va l uable assist ance in building up manly, healthy Sons of Amer ica. All letters received will be answered immediately, but may not appea r in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication mu s t go to press far in advance of the date of issue. Those who favo r u s with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a littl e patience. THE EDI'IOR I have just finished reading No. 22, and think that Mr. Stevens is 0 K. He knows how to write about baseball. I don't think there are any e.ther stories that can beat it. I like to play ball, too fo r I think it's good sportc I have r ead the ALL SPORTS, fro m No I up to the present issue, and think that all the boy s ought to read it too. What do you think of my me as urements? Age, I6 years; weight, I40 pounds; height, 5 feet 9 inches; chest, 35 inches; waist, 3I inches; hips, 38 inches; thigh, 21 inches; calf, I30 inches. What do you think of them? Will you please tell me where I am weak, and what i s the best 'work for it? And, hoping t o see this in print, I will close, with three c h eers for J ack and Mr. Stevens, G. W. STONE. Newark, N. ] Your m easu r ements are all excellent, and much above the average of a boy of sixteen. You have no particular weak points, although your calves should measure fourteen inches, to cor re spon d with your other measurements. To develop your calves, you s hould walk as much as possible; bicycling i s a l so good. A s impl e method of dev elop ing this muscle i s to stand with the feet about s ix inche s apart and lift the toes repeated l y as high as po ssi ble from the floor; or, one may walk abo ut the room on his heels uflPtil he feel s the strain Reverse this at titnes, and walk about the room on the toes. .. Seeing that the readets of ALL-SPORts are writin g letter s artd thanking Mr. Stevens, I thought I also ought to write to thank him for writing suc h a good bnok for the American youth, and while I am at it, I will tell yo u wh:it I think of Jack and hi s friends. Lightfoot is the best all-around athlete of all, and a fine captain for a baseball nine. Reel Snodgrass ought to be run out of Cranford, so he won't make a n y more trouble for Jack or his friends either. One thing I a m getting tired of is, whic h girl does Jack like th e best1 Katie Strawn or Nellie Connor? Phil is all right sometimes, and somet im es he ought to be run out of Cranford. Prof. Sanderson ought to die an d get out of the world for good. Tom Lightfoot is all right, only he shou ld not be J ac k's rival; he ought to be a high-school boy, like his cousin. Lafe is a good boy and a warm friehd of J ack Li ghtfoot. I want to thank you o nce more for publishing s uch a good and up -to-da t e book as ALL-SPORTS; every Amer ican boy ought to r ead it, as it tea c hes you h ow to Jive right ALL-SPORTS is the "king" of all books, for s ure. I will close, wishing Mr. Stevens good luck, and with three oheers for J ack Lightfoot and his friends. OSCAR B. KROLL. 9I4 View Street, Shreve port, La. Like all true South e rn boys, you are positiv e in you r likes and di s lik es. If you like a person you s tick to him through thick and thin, but if yo u dis l ike him, you cannot h elp showing it. We believe that J ack i s capable of holding his own with Snod grass, or anyone else: a t l east they h ave not downed him yet. Which girl doe s ] ack like the best? Well, that's hard to say Both Katie and Nellie are attractive girls, and probably Jack does not know him se lf which one he likes best. We appreciate your enthusiastic letter and thank you for your good wishes. We, the members of the All-Sports Athletic Club, of San Antonio, Tex., h ave voted to extend to the author and pub li s hers of the ALL-SPORTS WEEKLY our h earty appreciation of their publica tion. We take all of the current libraries, but all agree that ALL-SPORTS is far ahead of all the rest. We wish l ong life at1d prosperity to your publication. HALSEY SAYLES, President. ALEX. HOLLAND, Vice President. BERT HARPOLD, Treasurer. R TOOMBS GARRETT, Secretary. FRANK ELLWOOD, DAVID G. BARROW, HARRY E. GARRETT, ]ORN c. HAYNE, WILL CUYLER, ARTHUR SAYLES. We are grateful for the commendation of the All-Sports Athletic Club, of San Antonio. We wish you a prosperous and successful career and a jolly good time in your various sports and pleasures. I am a reader of your excellent week ly, and would be pleased if you would answer a few questions for me These are my measurements: Age, 14 years; h eight, S feet sY, inche s ; weight, IIS pounds; chest, norma l 3I inches; expanded, 33 inches; waist, 26 inches; biceps, normal, SY, inches; expanded, IO inches; calf, I2 inches; thighs, 17Y, inches; hips, 30 inches; wrists, 6Y, in ches; across shoulders, IS inches; neck, I3 inches. The length of my arm, from the shoulder to th e tip of my finger, is 29Y, in ches. r. What do you think o f my measurements? 2. Do you think I would make a professional ball pitcher? 3. What is good for knock-knees? I hope you will please a n swe r thi s long letter. Three cheers for J ack and his pards. I r emai n, Sonora, Cal. "DICK MERRIWELL." 1. Your mea su r ements are very good for your age, particularly your height and weight; they are exceptionally good for a fifteen year-olcl boy. 2. That will all d epend on your abil ity in that line. By constant practice, you can become a fir s t-c l ass pitcher, and as you could not hope to be accepted as a professional before you are at least twenty years old, you have plenty of time to perfect your self. 3. You will have to consult a su r geo n in this matter, as we cannot advise treatment in a ca s e like the one you mention. l h.ope you will excuse my taking the liberty of writing to you, but it seems that I cannot keep from expressing my ad miration of your excellent weekly, ALL-SPORTS. It is one of the b es t libraries I hav e ever read, and I have read a-plenty. I lik e it s tone and its general get up a nd I must say that it is away ahead o f any other five-cent library. I like Jerry Mulligan, and think he is a true-hearted son of the Emerald Isle and a faithful friend of J ack's. Phil Kirtland is a good cha r acte r, but I think h e has too good an opinion of himself and is too jealo us. Now, about J ack Lightfoot. Who can help but admire him? He i s a true American boy, and one I would just love to meet an d h ave for a friend. I think Mr. Stevens is a wonder, by the way h e writ"5 these stories. They are spl endid, and I enjoy them more than any other books I have ever read. I h a ve a chum here who used to r ead another five-cent library, and who thought that it was the best ever published, and said

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. the ALL-SPORTS couldn't compare with it. I got him to read a couple of the ba seba ll s tories, and now he thinks as much of ALL-SPORTS as I do and will re a d no other. Well, I guess I'll ha ve to close, with b es t of wishes for the success of the only w eek ly, ALL-SPORTS. CHESTER BOWLES. Lafayet te, Ind. Your letter is an interesting one, Chester, and if all our r eaders were as enthus iastic as you are, we'd soon double our circulati on. Your chum does n o t r egre t that you persuaded him to r ead ALL-SPORTS, does he? There is no doubt that if ever Jack became your fri end he would prove a l oya l one and tru e blue. Some time ago my cousin in Washington sent me some copies of the ALL-SPORTS WEEKLY, and s ince that I have obtai n ed every number from the first, and continue them as soon as they arrive here. I am living in th e Philippines with my father, who i s an officer in the army, and as he is at present stationed in Manila, I attend school there. The re aders of ALL-SPORTS may th ink that we in this far-off place do not indulge in any of the gam es we were accustomed to when we were at home, but such is not the case, as we fellows have a ba se b all nine, or ganized from students at the hi g h sc h oo l here, th a t is as good as any back in the States. Base ball is becoming popul a r with t he Filipinos, to o an d almost a ny day you can see a sc rub nine in m any parts of the city playing oitr ga me. The Filipinos a re not very goo d catchers, but they are corkers in running a nd steal ing bases. I s uppo se that i t comes natural to them to stea l anything. Having plenty of tim e on my h ands, I read a g r ea t d ea l and get a lm os t a ll the five cent libraries publi shed; but there is not one of them that can c ompare to ALL-SPORTS. I thought some of the re a d e rs mi ght be glad to hear about lif e in the Far East, so I will try a11d des c rib e h ow we America n b oys enjoy ourselves in this island po ssessio n of Uncle Sam's in the Pacific. Mani la is a fine place to Jive in, p a rticularly if one has lived at some di tant army po s t in th e provinc es. There i s l o ts of excitement and fun, and now, s inc e th ey h ave the elect ric cars here, it seems jus t fine. We do not do anything i n the middle of th e d ay; fro m twelve to tw o-thirty we gen era lly stay indoors and enjoy a siesta About four or five in the afterno on we meet on the ball g rounds and a thletic fie ld o n the Luneta and practice pl ay ing. Then, about six in the evening w e mount our ponies and ride around the Luneta fo r an h ou r while the b and plays, and it seems as if a lm os t every American in Manil a i s th e re. Sometimes, a f te r dinner, w e t ake a m oonlight swim in the bay, and enjoy it very much. We f ellow s over here have become such ALL-SPORTS cranks that Mr. La Mo tte, the bookseller in the Walled City, h as to k eep increasing hi s orders fo r them. We o nly get th e m about o nc e a m onth, h owever, and th ey generally c ome fou r numbers at a time. I wish we mi ght get them oftener, fo r we soo n r ead th e n e w ones whe n they arrive, and h ave t o wai t so long for ot hers Well, I'm afraid that you'll !'lever print this if I don't stop, so I will close, with best of wishes to Mr. Stevens and hi s hero, dear J ack Lightfoot. ARTHUR V, GREEN, Manila, Philippine I s lands. We are, indeed, glad to hear fro m this e nthu s i astic admirer of ALL-SPORTS in the far-off Philippines From your J ette r we should judge you have a very pleasant time, and we a re glad that you can enjoy your favorite game, b ase ball, eve n though you are at the other end o f th e world. We a r e a l so g lad to hear that among the other benefits the Filipinos h ave acquir e d sinc e Uncle Sam h as obtained po ssess ion of the i s l a nds, is a lo ve of our great nationa l game, b ase ball. I thought I would e x press my op1111on o n the ALL-S;oRTS LIBRARY. I have read all of th e m m y elf, a nd I have not found one bit of trashy literature I can not spea k too hi g hly of it. J ack Lightfoot i s an ideal character, a nd i s a sple ndid allaround athlete. I am sel ling five times a s m any copies of ALL Sl'ORTS than any other library I sell, and I fe e l that I could n o t be successfu l in the periodical bu s in ess without the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. I wish M r Stevens and Street & Smith success Ii1dianapolis, Ind. G. W. HARDY. We are much gratified at your success in se lling ALL-SPORTS, and warmly appr ec i ate your good opinion. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hints upo n various athletic sports and pastimes, in which our boys are usually deeply int e rested, and told in a way that m a y be easily understood. Just at present bas eball is the topic in h and, and instructive articles may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, as follows : No. 14, "How to Become a Batt e r." No. 15, "The S cience of Place Hitting and Bunting." No, 16 "How to Cover First Base." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop." No. 18, "Pitching." No. 19, "Pitching Curves." No. 20, "The Pitcher's Team Work." No. 21, "Play ing Second Base!' No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, "Playing the Outfie ld." No, 24, "How to Catch." (I.) No. 25, "How to Catch!' (II.) No. 26, "How to Run Bases!' No. 27, "Coaching and the Coach." No, 28, "How to Umpire." No. 29, "How to Manage Players." No. 30, "Baseball Points." HOW TO MAKE A CHEAP SKIFF. No doubt the ingenuity of the American boys has, as usual, put hundreds of home-made boats into our streams and lakes this past s ummer, but many lads may have b e d e f e rred fr om building by consideration of the cos t of material, and the l abo r and skill which they think neces sary to build a serviceable boat. Yet a skiff of the sort commonl y used on the Potomac may be built in three or four days b y any hand y boy of sixteen or eightee n, at an expense for material of four dollars or less. Such a skiff is paddled like a canoe, but is more easily constructed and less liable to damage than a canvas craft. One which will carry two men or three smaller persons with safety is of shallow draught and narrow beam. The tools n ecessa ry to its construction are a hammer, saws, plane, draw-knife, a brace and bit, or gimlet, and a screw -dri ver. The cost of material will not greatly vary from this list: 5 white pine, planed boards 7'$ inch thick, l foot wide 16 feet l o n g .. .... $2, 40 3 com mon siding boards about Yz inch thick, 7 inches wide 14 feet l ong. . 36 I piece planed white pine plank, l ;ii inches thick 6 inches wide and 8 fee t long. 20 :2 pounds eight-penny, steel, cut nails . 08 80 l y;; inches wood screws. . . 40 I pound white lead . .... .... . 10 I pound putty ........... ,,. . .. . 05 Yz pound oakum .......... . . 05 I can read ymixed paint. . . . 35 Total...... ..... ... ..... $3.99 The sixteen-foot boards should be free from cracks and large or loose knots, as four of them form the outSIDE AND BOTTOl\I BOARDS. side o f the skiff. If thinn e r b o ards be u sed your skiff will be lig ht e r but must th e n be stiffened by more crosspi eces and knees, The fir st work is to cut from the piece of plank two l engt h s o f e i ghteen inches eac h, for th e bow and ste rn posts. Then select two of the sixteen-foot boards for the s ides. Cut them square at the ends and of the same

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' 30 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. l ength. Make a mark on the side of one board nine inches from t h e encl, and draw a line from the mark to the corne r above Then saw the board off at this angle. ;- ..c -1c/- .. ., -181ff-.. ,.. r ;THE PADDLES. Draw another line two and three-fourth inches from and parallel to the edge you have cut. Next bring the encl of the board to a wedge shape bx sawing a bevel from this new line to the edge of the opposite side. Mark and cut the other ends of the side boards in a simi lar way, always remembering which side is intended for the inside and which edge for the bottom. The in side face is, of course, the face shortened by t he bevel q1t at each end, and t he bottom is that edge of the plank whic h is eighteen inches shorter t h an the other edge or top. After bo r ing eight holes in the ends of the side planks with a bit or a gimlet the size of your screws, you can easi l y fasten the bow and stern posts to one side and one end of the other side Before the oblique cuts on the ends of the boards are screwed to the posts, the cuts shou l d be smeared with white lead and the screws smeared, too. Now cut from the remainder of your p l ank two strips, two inches wide and thirteen and one-half long; two more sixteen inches long, and a third pair twenty-three inches long. These strips are to be put across the bottom of the skiff to hold the sides apart and fasten the bottom boards to To make the strips fit in nicely, the ends should be cut at such an angl e that one side will be an inch shorter than the other. The bottom of the crosspiece should also be a trifle shorter than the top. T h e sides of the skiff are now standing in V shape, but with the help of another person, or a strong strap and buck le, they can be drawn together at the other end and h e l d u nti l t h e screws are screwed in. While drawing the ends together, brace the bottom of the sides apart wi t h the short strips of plank placed so as to divide t he bottom of the skiff into seven spaces. These strips need not be fastened yet, because the pressure o f the sides will probably hold them in place. Cut the bow and stern posts off close to the lower edges of the side boards, which must be planed perfectly flat i n order that the bottom boards may fit closely. After this the crosspieces may be fastened in with two screws at each end, taking care that each piece is perfectly flush w i t h the side boards. The shortest pair of crosspieces are to be put two feet from the ends, and t he others the same distance apart, which should leave the bottom two feet wide in the mid dle, outside measurement. If the inner edges of the bottom boards are planed so that when placed toget her the joint is open like a V, it will hold the calking much tighter By laying these boards on t h e bottom and marking around with a pencil, t hey may be easi l y cut in the proper shape, allowing half an inch all around to be trimmed off after the bottom has been fastened on \ Vhen the lower edges of the sides have been smeared with white l ead and a number of screw holes made in each bottom board, these may be fastened on. Each b ottom boa r d should be sc r ewed to every crosspiece near the joint in the middle of the bottom. Distribute the re maining screws around the outer edges of the bottom, and complete the work with nails, so that the bottom shall be fastened to the sides every three inches. The edges of the bottom boards are now readily trimmed down with plane and drawing-knife. With the pieces of board left from the bottom the seats may be made. A triangular seat is put in each end of the skiff, and one about a foot forward of the middle. The ends of the seats should rest on small cleats, securely nailed three inches below the upper edge of the sides. The thin boards are for a false bottom, to lie loose on the crosspieces and keep the paddler's feet out of any water which may leak or slop in. This prevents the real bottom from being strained by walking on it. The false bottom is usually made in three pieces. Out of the remaining pine board the paddles are made. r.; z ... Q ..l 5 It! rr.' 0 1 A 0 td !-< ::;\ .. t!) .. z t u .... i 11'.: 0 0 .. Id "" ::: ,rt> ,,, Q )J .. 't < a c: <:) 0 -
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I T E Rf D Vl:N LIBRARY SEA Thi s library r e p r esents an entirely new idea. It i s totally different from any other now publish ed. The storie s detail the adventure s of three pluc k y lads w ho set out to capture the n o t o r i o u s Captain Kidd. E very real boy has longed to read more about the doings of this bold maraude r o f the sea s an d the op p ortunity is now given them. The stories a r e of g e ne rous length a nd without equal s in thrilling adventure and interest. The best se a s t o ries ever w ritten. 4-Defying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. 5-1The Jolly Red Raven; o r Capt. K i dd's Dar ing Raid on O l d New York 6-Th e Corsair Captain; o r Thad a nd His Chums Afloat. 7-The Death's Head Rovers; or, H ow T h ad Outwitted the Coast Freebooters. 8-->Walking the Plank; or, The Las t Cruise of the Flying-Scud. 9--Capt. Kidd's Revenge; o r T h ad Am on g t h e Tigers of the Sea. lo-The Chest of Doubloons; o r How T hree Boys D efied the Buccaneers. II-The Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons. 12-Capt. Kidd's Stratagem; or, Simple Simon Takes Soundings. 13-The Red Rawen's Prize; or, How Young Thad Sailed a Pirate Barque. 14-Nailed to the Mast; or, The Last of Capt Kidd's "Hole in the Wall." 15-Capt. Kidd's Long Chase; or, T h ad and His Chums in the Tropics. 16-Set Adrift by Pirates; or, Thad's Adven tures in the Saragossa Sea. 17-To Sink or Swim ; or, Thad and His Friends On Blue Water. 18-.Capt. Kidd's Drag-Net; or, How Young Thad Hoodwinked the Buccaneers 19--The Phantom Pirate ; or, Thad and Hi;; Chums on the Haunted Ship. 20--The Winged Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Gall eon. 21-Capt. Kidd i n New O r leans; o r The P irate Scourge of the Rigo l ets 22-Ti ge r of t h e Sea; o r The Thre e Casta w ays of the Gu lf 23-The P i ra tes o f The K eys; or, Our Boys Afloa t o n t h e Sp anish Mai n. 24-Capt. Kidd a t B ay ; or, Maro o n e d On a Sand-Spi t 25-The Si lver B arque; or, Capt. Kid d' s Last P rize. 26-Among t he Bu c ca n ee r s ; o r T ha d and His Chums in Despera t e Strait s 27... The Red Sco urge; or, How Mo r ga n, the Buccaneer, Stormed t h e Citadel. 28--The Chase of the Slaver; or Thad Amo n g the Indigo Planters 29--Morgan's Coast Raiders; or, Thad a t the Sacking of Maracaibo 30--The B u ccaneer's Ghost; or T h a d 's Adve n tures with the Pear l Divers 31-The Sea Cat; or, How Our Boys Held t h e Fort. 32-The Phantom Galleon; o r Thad's Adve n tu res A l ong the Isthmus. 33-A B lue Water F r ee-Lance; or, Tha d A d ri ft i n a Leaking Pi n nacle. 34-A Corsai r of t he Carribees; or, T h e U n l ucky Si l ver "Pieces of E i g h t." 35-0n Pirate Is l and ; or, The Batt l e of the Riva l Sea Wolves 36-In Tropi c Seas; or, Thad's S t ra n ge Ad ventures at Hispaniola. 37-The Specter Brig ; or, Our Boys Afloat on a Raft. 38--The Young Maroo n ers; o r W h a t Thad Fou n d on T r easu r e I s l and J?:R.ICE, FI'VE CE:N"TS. : : : For Sale by all Ne w s d ealers, or sent, postpaid, upon r eceipt of price by publishers : : : WINNER L IBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK

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; l C01'::I:E BOYS, C01'::I:E GET THE ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY "Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United States." -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story is of generous length. You are looking for a big five cents worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things it has its imitations 1-J ack Ligbtfoot's Challenge; or, The Win ning of the Wager. 2-Jack Lightfoot's Hockey Team; or, The Rival Athletes of Old Cranford. 3-Jack Lightfoot's Great Play; or, Surprising the Academy Boys. 4-J ack Lightfoot's Athletic Tournament; o r Breaking the Record Quarter Mile Dash. 5-Jack Lightfoot in the Woods; or, Taking the Hermit Trout of Simms' Hole. 6-Jack Lightfoot's Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. 7-Jack Lightfoot's Crack Nine; or, How Old "Wagon Tongue" Won the Game. 8--Jack Lightfoot's Winning Oar; or, A Hot Race for the Cup. 9Jack Lightfoot, The Naturalist; or, The Mystery of Thunder Mountain. lo-Jack Lightfoot's Team-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. II-Jack Lightfoot's Home Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Happened on a Century Run. 13-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, A Young Athlete Among the Hoboes. 14-J ack Lightfoot, the Magician; or, Quelling a Mutiny in the Nine. 15-Jack Lightfoot's Lightning Battery; or, Kid naping a Star Pitcher. 16-Jack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and Hounds Over Cranford Hills. 17-Jack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jocl(ey for Just One Day. 18--Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, A Traitor on the Diamond. 19-Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, How Victory Was Snatched From Defeat. 20Jack Lightfoot in Camp ; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-Jack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. Lightfoot's "Stone Wall Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball. 24-Jack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-Jack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26-Jack Lightfoot's Hard Luck; or, A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. 28--Jack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The Jiu Jitsu Trick that Failed to Work. 29-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team ; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. 30-Jack Lightfoot in the Box; or The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. 31-Jack Lightfoot' s Lucky Find; or, The New Man Who Covered "Short." 32-J ack Lightfoot, Archer ; or, The Strange Secret an Arrow Revealed. 33-Jack Lightfoot's Cleverness; or, The Boy Who Butted In. 34-Jack Lightfoot's Decision; or, That Chest nut of "Playing Against Ten Men." FI-VE : : For Sale by all Newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, upon of price by publlshers : : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St NEW YORK J

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BUY IT AT ONCE many of our boys have bicycles, some have boats, others like :fishing and shooting. A LL of these sports will be carefully dealt with in "Teaclz tli e A nze rithe All-Sports Lz'brary. The stories will deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read, there-to becom e an a/It-7 l e t e and so la) l!t t' "f"' fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that is new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. foundation of a co11' s t/utt on g r eate r tlwll t/zat of tlte U nt'tcd State s." -Wise from Tip Top. sayings L IKE all other good things Tlt e All-Sports Li'brarJ has its im-itations. We warn our boys to careful not to be taken m by these counterfeits. Be sure to get Tlt e A !!-Sports Library W E think that the q notation from ;oo ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the All-Sports Lt.brar y is attempting to do. We firml y believe that if the American boy as no other can com pare by all uewsdealers, or s e nt, postpaid, by I of to-da y can only be made to realize how sure l y the All-Sports Library will give him an insight into all matters relating to athletics, our library will attain the mightiest reached by any publication for boys. { T would be hard to find a boy who is not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have publzs/1 e rs upo11 receipt of pr/ce. PRICE baseball, hockey, football and track teams and when these t -ea_ 1 u s p 1 a y -th_ e i r r i v _a1_ s _in-te_ r e s t 1 1d e e d T h e n to o -:l THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West Fifteenth Street NEW YORK


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