Jack Lightfoot, pennant winner; or, Winding up the four=town league

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Jack Lightfoot, pennant winner; or, Winding up the four=town league

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P bl h s' Note "Teach the Amerlean boy bow to become -aftltete, an4 lay the foanaattoa fOI' a rJoaetttatloa creater ftlaa ma u IS er of the United States."-Wi8e sayings from "Tip Top." There bas never been a time when tbe boys of this great country took 90 keen an Interest In all manly and health-giving sports u they do to-day. As proof of thl& witness the record-breakin g t h rong that attend college struggles on the gridiron, as well as athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and skill. I n a multitude o f other channels this love for the "life strenuous" Is makin g Itself manifest, 80 that, a.s a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front as seeken of honest sport. Recognizin g this "handwriting on the wall," w e have concluded that the time bas arrived to give this vast army of young en thuslasts a publication devoted exclusively to invigo r ating out-door life. W e feel we are justjfled In anticipating a warm respon1e fro m o u r 1tur4J' American boys, who are sure to revel In the stirring p hases o f sport and a dventure, through whlclf' o u r characters pass from week t o week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY Jsst111tl Wtt/IUy. By Sb1&riJlio1t $:1.50 per year. 1!1tlw1tl accord1n.r t o Act o f Co,. KTess ;,. Ille year 1905, i" tlu Office of the Librarian of Conp-ess, Wosl1i1trto,., D. C., 6y T H E WINNER LIBRARY Co., 165 West Fifteenth S t ., New York, N. Y No. 35. NEW YORK, Octobe r 7 1905 Price F i v e Ce nts. Jack Lightfoot. Pennant Winner; OR, WIND I N G UP THE F OUR = T OWN LEAGUE. By MAURICE S TEVE NS. CHARACTRS IN THIS STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best all-round athlete in Cranford or vicinity, a lad clear of eye, clean o f speech, and, after h e had conquered a few of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doing things while others w ere talking, that by degrees caused him to be looked upon as the natural leader in all the sports Young America delights in-a boy who in learning to conqtrnr himself put the power into his hands to wrest victory from others. Tom Lightfoot, Jack's cousin, and sometimes his rival; though their striving for the mastery was always of the friendly, generous kind. Tom was called the' Book-Worm" by his fe ll o w s, on accountof bis love for studying such secrets of nature as practical observers have discovered and published; so that he possessed a fund of general knowledge calculated to prove useful whe n his wandering spirit took him abroad into strange lands. Ned Skeen, of impulsive, nervous temperament, o n e o f those who foll owed the newcomer, Birkett, being dazzled by the dash of bis manner and the free way in w hich h e flung money around. Lafe Lampton, a big, bulking chap, with a n ever present craving for something to eat. Lafe always had his appetite a long, and p"oved a stanch friend of our hero through ti:tick and thin. Phil Kirtland, J ack's former rival. b u t who just at present was working on the ball team with Lightfoot. Nat Kimball, an undersized fe llow, whose bobby was the study of jiu-jitsu, and who had a dread of germs. Jubal Marlin, Brodie Strawn, Wilson Crane, three members of the Cranford team. Captain Toby Jenkins, who professes to be an ex-sea captain, but is n o t just what he see1ns. Reel Snodgrass, who came from India, and possessed conside.rable skill as a magician. Delancy Shelton, the son of a m illionaire, and between whom and Jac k there was little Jove lost. Mack Remington, who aspired to be a newspaper reporter. Kid Casey, the wizard pitcher of the Tidewater team. Jerry Mulligan, an humble admirer of Jack. Nellie Conner, w h o possessed the prettiest blue eyes in Cran ford, according.to Jack. CHAPTER r. "CAPT. TOBY JENKINS." He was a small, red-faced, dark-eyed, English-look ing man with a plaid cap st,uck o n the top of hi s he ad. Having entered the office of the Cranford House, he walked up to the desk with the rolling gait of a sailor, and brought his red fist down so heavily that the clerk w ho was half dozing in his chair, turned the chair over in his efforts to ri se quickly in answer to this thunderous summons. "Shiver my timbers, but you've got a blo o min beastly place 'ere!" he roared, in a voice that had ap parently been thickened by all the fogs and chill winds of the Atlantic. "Yes, sir," assented the staring clerk, hardly knowing what he said. "Where's yo11r sporting blood?" howled the red faced man "I'm looking for the betting men of this ere town. 'Ave you got 'em?" He brought his red fist down again with a thump.

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2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRA RY. "You're looking for some one to bet with ? "That's what I'm looking for? \Vhere are they?" He sidestepped and rolled again, as if he were on the swaying bridge of a steamship in mid-Atlantic, and, thrusting a hand into his pocket, brought up some bills, together with an English half crown. He frowned at this, and rattled it on the desk. "A bloomin' country you 'ave 'ere, that won't take good English money-the best, sir, in the world! A beastly country, I say, that prefers these 'ere rags to English coin !" He flourished the greenbacks in the face of the clerk. "Well, er --you see this isn't England," the clerk apologized. "Don't I know that it isn't? 'A ven't I been knowing it for the past three months?" "\Vhat do you want to get up a bet about?" the clerk ventured, timidly. "The ball game to-morrow afternoon. There's to be a ball game 'ere to-morrorr, between the nine of Tidewater and the nine of this place, I'm told. And I'm backing Tidewater." He again shook the money at the clerk. "You're living in Tidewater then?" "I am, young man; been living there for the 'ale of the past bloomin' month. You don't know me, I see?" "I never happened to meet you, I'm sure," the clerk answered, deferentially. 'Ave another l o ok at me." The clerk complied, giving him a comprehensive survey. "I never saw y o u before, sir." "Hanel that's not my fault!"' he laughed hoarsely. "Hi' ve been in this town before. If anybody should bask you who I am tell 'em; Capt. Toby Jenkins, late of the English merchant marine, and before that 'ailing from Liverpool." "Yes, sir; glad to meet you, Capt. Jenkins. Will you want to stop here r' "I may later. Just now your bloomin' betting men. 'ave any?" I'm looking for some of Where are they, if you The clerk had regained his nerve, and now laughed. "Really Capt. Jenkins, I can t say that we exactly have any betting men here in Cranford." "Hand you call this a sp o rting town?" the captain roared banging his red fis t again up o n the desk. "We don't call it a sporting town ," the clerk pro t e sted, mildly. "Over in Tidewater th e y told me that Cranford was red with sporting blood Th;;i.t yov ave all kinds of games ere, from yea r 's end t o year' s end-games that a man can bet 'is money on." He glared at the clerk. "Do you mean to tell me that nobody is going to back your 'ome team to-morrow with money? 'Asn t anybody 'ere got courage enough to lay a wager on i s 'ome nine?" He rocked his small form back on his heels and stared at the clerk as if he could not believe so imp ro bable a thing. "I don't know of anyone who intends to d o any b e tting on the nine, unless it' s Jerry Mulligan. .. Capt. Toby Jen i ns sm o te his palm on the de s k rocking forward for the purpose. "An Irishman ,' by the name! Shiver my toplights, is the spirit of loyalty so dead in this bloomin' place that no one but an Irishman will back the 'ome team with a money wager?" He glared at the clerk. "Who is this Mulligan? A millionaire, or the mayor of the place?" The clerk laughed. "Just an Iris h cart driver ; but he thinks the Cranfo rd nine is about the best that ever stepped on a diam o nd and he almo s t always goes among hi s friend s and rai ses a p o t to make a b e t with. I put ten d o llar into one of his pools once, myself." "So, there is s p o rtin g bloo d in thi s place? A n d y ou said there wa s n 't! Whe re i s thi s man Mulligan? I want to see im. I want t o se e the only sporting gen tlemen 'eie, even if e i s Iris h. He sm o te hi s hand once m o re on the de s k, and rockin g b ac k o n hi s heel s glared at clerk again, a s if he were challenging that indiv iclual. :'I'll have him up h e re as soon as I can and I don't doubt he'll be pleased to raise s ome m o ney t o wager with you. A thing of that kind alwa y s puts him in his element. V'i'ill you take a room and wait, or w a it here?" "I'll take a room." The clerk whirled the register round for him to enter his name. "I suppo s e you're aware that you'll run some ri s k in betting again s t Cranford? At any rate, it's t h e opinion here that th e Cra nford b oys w ill w in. ,There' s only one thing again s t it in my opinion." Capt. T o by J e nkins s toppe d, with the pen uplift e d, as he was about to sig n his name. "Hand what is that?" "The fa ct that they're t o pla y in their home t own. In my judgment, a team never does so well in its home

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 town. The very fact that a big crowd of their friends are there to look on tends to rattle the players, in my estimation. Still, I think you'll be risking your money." "A man halways risks 'is money when 'e wagers it, don't 'e ?" "Very true, sir." The red-faced man bent over the book and scrawled with big flourishes : "Capt. Toby Jenkins, of Tidewater, late of Liver pool." "I believe you said you'd been only a month or so in Tidewater?" "Honly a month." "Not very well acquainted there yet, then?" "No, sir." "I'll give you a room on the second floor, an outer room, with good windows looking on the street." "Hand send for this Jerry Mulligan, the only man in this bloomin' town with faith enough in 'is 'ome team .to wager a few dollars hon it." He gave this as a loud command. And when the clerk had promised, Capt. Toby fol lowed him up the stairs, rolling along as if he were climbing the companion way of a ship. CHAPTER II. REEL SNODGRASS HAS A VISITOR. The advent of Capt. Toby created a good deal of amusing comment and in Cranford. Jerry Mulligan visited him at the hotel, going up to his room there, and found the captain roaring be cause no one had hurried sooner to meet him for the purpose of making a wager on the Cranford nine. "Be gobs, I'm the b'y that will git the money fur yeez !" Jerry boasted. "Annything to siparate an Englishman frum his money. Dig up ivery cint that ye have, and I'll cover it fur yeez, aven money, and we'll hand the sthakes over to the clerk of this shebang." Toby Jenkins drew out his money. "Cover it!" he roared, dancing round as if in a fury. "I'll have to raise it foorst," Jerry acknowledged. "But I'll have it fur yeez before the night, bedad." Jerry raised a few dollars, all he could scrape to gether, and came back with it, and announced that he would raise more. Capt. Toby sniffed contemptuously. "Thirty dollars! Is that a11 you bring? Hand after I've come all the way over 'ere to meet the sportin' blood of this beastly 'ole Make it at least fifty, or I'll not wager a tuppence." "I'll make it five hundred, before to-morry af ther noon !"Jerry boasted, angrily, and went forth again, to try to make his word good. All this came to the ears of Jack and his friends and amused them greatly. Jack thought it well to 'warn Jerry against recklessness. "We may lose to-morrow, you know," he urged. Jerry stared at him with indignation. "Is ut the captain of the nine that is sp'akin' to me, er some jellyfish that don't know befureliand phat he can do? Ut's the jellyfish, beclad, sure !" Jack flushed. "But we can't be sure of anything, you know." "Iverything in this warld is a risk, Jack, me b'y. Bizness is a risk, marryin' is a risk, gittin' a divoorce is a risk, an' playin' ball is a risk. But in iverything we think we're goin' to win, or we wouldn't go into ut. I'm belavin' ye're goin' to win-belavin' ut sthrong enough to risk me money on ut, and you ought to be lieve ut still sthronger, fer yeez air the captain av the i1ine. Go home an' think that over, Jack, me b'y Maybe ut will put some war-rm blood into yer sowl." The mill hands, who seemed least able of all in the community to lose their money, made up a pot for Jerry, and that night he had the exquisite pleasure of shaking it under the reel nose of Capt. Toby Jenkins. It was two hours after this, and Jerry had taken himself hilariously away, when 'the door of the room which Reel Snodgrass occupied in the same hotel was opened softly, and Capt. Toby Jenkins thrust his red face in. Delancy Shelton was otit. He was Reel's closest chum, but happened not to be in thus just then, though they occupied rooms there together. Reel stared, when the red face appeared in the doorway; and stared still more, when Capt. Toby squeezed through into the room, and with a sailor's rolling walk came over and took a chair. He had pulled the door to after him. "What do you mean?" Reel asked, haughtily. "I believe I didn't invite you in." He had taken from his lips the he had been smoking, and held it in his fingers. He was attired in a new suit of checked cloth, and his tanned face looked rather attractive. Toby Jenkins sank into the cushioned chair, elevated one leg over the other, thrust his hands into his pockets, and stared at his guestioner.

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4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Get out of here!" said Reel, angered still more by what he considered the man's insolence. Toby rose as if to go; but when he went to the door he simply turned the key in the lock, dropped the key into an outer pocket of his coat, and then came back and sank clown again into the easy-chair Reel, thrown into a fury,, reached over to touch the bell button, for the purpose of summoning the servants of the hotel and having the man thrown out. But his hand stopped in mid air. The man had doubled up in a queer, laughing posture, and was gurgling forth a horrible laugh. Reel came to his feet, hi;; face like flame. "Boralmo !" he gasped. He dropped down, s hivering, his face losing that brilliant red and turning to ghastly white. "Not at all,'' said the man in the chair, speaking in smooth, low tones-tones so different from those he had used in the hotel office that if the clerk had heard him now he would have been amazed. "Oh, I know you now!" said Reel. "How did you get here? And where did you come from?" "Capt. Toby" sat up straighter in the chair. "So, the disguise is all right, is it? If it can fool you it must be good." "In the name of the devil, why have you come here again, and in that disguise?" Boralmo, for it was indeed Boralmo, who was an Englishman, though he had posed as a Hindoo, smiled and stroked his red face "How about my make-up?" he asked. "It would fool Satan himself!" "My dear boy, don't be profane-don't be so pro fane! It's unbecoming, you know." He saw that Reel was shaking like a leaf, and l1e smiled again. "But you told me when you were here last that you weren't coming again! And now you're here." "And you're not pleased to see me?" Reel did not immediately answer. "Don't you think you ought to be pleased to see me? Just remember: I found you homeless in India, after you'd wandered about there with that begging magi. cian; and it was I who brought you here, where you've sec ured so good a home with your Uncle Snodgrass that you seem to prefer to leave it and spend your time in this hotel with a young cad who has more money than brains. You'd be in rags, in India, nO\y, but for me; and now you're th. e heir of the richest man in Cranford." He laughed again, screwing his form clown into the chair and tossing one l eg over the other. "But what are you doing here?" Reel demanded. "I wanted to see you. It's been some weeks now since we parted. Don't you credit me with having some affection for you?" Reel stared at him, with lips apart and a catching of the breath. "I half believe that you're my own father!" he ex clain1ed, in a l ow voice. "Don't disgrace me, Reel, by thinking a thing of that kind!" He leaned back and surveyed Reel, and now a strange, fiery glint, like the flame of a lamp, seemed to shine from his eyes.' "How have you been doing, since I saw you last?" he queried. "VI/ ell, I judge. You've put some new things in these rooms, since I called on you." "Delancy put those in; I 'clicln't." "But you helped him se lect them. I know how it was. You picked them out, and his money paid for them. But I s upp ose you wouldn't call that buyirlg them yourself?" "He may come up here any minute," said Reel in ../ a frightened tone. am I going to explain, if he sees you here ?" The fiery glint \ppeared to die out of the sparkling eyes and the man again the Englishman of sea going achievements. "Oh, just introduce me as Capt. Toby Jenkins! You've heard of me to-clay, I don't doubt. You can tell him that I dropped in here to see if I couldn't get 1.. you to wager something on the Cranford nine." But in spite of this way of escape, Reel looked un easy. "\i\That made you assume that disguise?" he ques tioned. The glint came back into those dark eyes-a kind of hot light that seemed to s hine behind the pupils. "I love disguises, and I'm eccentric. Will that do? You know it' s true. It is fun for to come into a place like this and fool the people. 'All the world's a stage!' People say that, yet they don't realize how true it is. We're all playing our parts on this great stage. And every single actor on it is disguised in some way." Reel seemed unable to look away from the hot glow of those eyes. "My clear boy, you are playing one of the star Do yot\ kn ow it? You are no t you seem. You are made up for the part. None of the players

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. c:: ,J are just what they seem, and they all have some trick of make-up; that is, they all make various little pretenses, are guilty of littie deceptions and little hypoc risies, and pretend to do be different from what they are. Now, isn't that acting on the world's great stage? It simply suits me to go a little further in my disguising than they do, that's all. And so I'm here. Firs t, because I wanted to see you. You won't believe that, but it's true. o you think we could go through all the things, all the clangers, passed through together, and me not care to see you once in a while, even if you don't seem glad to have me come? \tVhether you're glad or not, I've come." "But you put me in clanger!" Reel protested. "Oh, no! It will put you in no clanger to be seen talking with Capt. Toby Jenkins, the eccentric English sailor, who is crazy to wager on something or other, and has put up money on Tidewater in the ball game of to-morrow." "I heard of that." has. So it will seem natural if you say to anyone that Capt. Toby called on you and tried to get you to lay a little sum on Cranford." Reel saw that this w o uld see m a very natural thing, and it made him feel easier. "And then I came, also, because-well, because I wanted to." "You'll not try to do any work here to-night?" Bbralmo laughed, and again his eyes glowed. He passed a hand smoothly across his face. "Well, ye I may; I may conclude to do something to-night. And if I do, no doubt you'd like to help me in it." CHAPTER III. IN THE POWER OF BORALMO. "What do you intend to do?" Reel asked, hoarsely. He seemed terrified. "You've been here long enough to find out a good many things," said Boralmo, smoothl y, stroking his red face. "For God's sake, what do you intend to do now?" Boralmo rose softly from his chair. "Come into my room," he said, in a low tone. "\!Ve can talk better there. Will it be necessary to leave something in the way of a note, to explain to your friend here, if you do not come back right away?" Reel s hivered. "No," he said; "we come and go just as we like, without any questions." "That's goo
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6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. it, and their mammas and papas believe that you're an angel in danger of sprouting wings. Is that it?" "Not at all. And you know better. I've made a good many fool mistakes; but I begin to see that they're mistakes. I want to stay here .. "So that you can inherit the fortune of your dear u.ncle, Mr. Snodgrass? Ha! ha!" "I want to stay here, and go to school this fall and winter. I'd like to take part in some of the sports. I got kicked out of the nine, and you k11ow why." "Because you sold their signals." "And who forced me to sell them?" "Oh, you were eager enough yourself!" "I was kicked out, and all summer I've been kept out of every kind of game and sport." "You've had your delightful Delancy!" An oath ripped from Reel's lips. "He's a fool and a milksop." "Yet he has money." "He has money, and that's why I hang to him so closely." "And money is what I wa,nt now!" The red came again into the eyes with which he seemed to bore Reel Snodgrass through and through. "I'm here for the fun of the thing, because I like to play at disguises and do my stunt in that way on the world's great stage, and I wanted to see you; but, at the same time, now that I am here, I'm going to try to recoup myself for my trouble. \Vhat do you know about the safe of the First National?'' "Nothing." "Snodgrass is virtually at the head of that?" "I believe so." "And, of course, he has the combination of the safe." "I don't know anything about that." Reel was staring, as if frightened. The red behind Boralmo's eyes seemed to glow everi brighter. "You remember what I asked you to do, when I was here before. I told you to get hold of that combina tion!" "What if I didn't? How could I get it?" "You could get it from Snodgrass. And you did. I!m a mind reader, you know." "I think you're the devil!" Again that horrible laugh gurgled forth. "Thanks, dear boy, for the compliment." "I don't know anything!" Reel asserted, doggedly. "Reel, tell me that combination, at once!" There' was something in the tone that made Reel almost jump, made his face go several shades paler, ai\d se.emed to take all the fiber out of him, reducing him to the consistency of a jellyfish, so far as his will power and his resisting ability were concerned. After staring for a moment or two into those glow ing eyes he rose from his seat and began to fumble in his pockets. "It's in that room," he said, hoarsely. "Get it!" Boralmo rose and unlocked .the door, and Reel slipped out into the hall. Again he looked abDut wildly, as if he desired to bolt from the house; yet he did not, but went on into the room from vvhich he had recently come. In a little while he was back in Boralmo's room, and the door was locked and the keyhole covered. Boralmo clutched eagerly the bit of paper on which Reel had set clown the combination of the safe. "Good!" he whispered, while his face glowed. "I can manage the rest of it." He looked at Reel. "It would be interesting to know just how you got this? I know you're clever, but how
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 the -ery thought of what Bor a lmo might do if he found the combination wrong made him shiver. "Come," said Boralmo, rising, and looking at his watch. ''I'd like to se e if this is right. I'll slip down the back stairs, the way rgbt out of the place when I was here before, and you may go botdly out by the front. Meet me in the shadow of that stairway, at that corner, in five minutes." He unlocked the doo'r and, without waiting to see if Reel intended to obey, he stole through the hall as if he "ere a gliding shadow. \ Vhen Reel lo o ked out Boralmo was gone. Reel stood in the d oo r sta ring with white face in the direction Boralmo had taken and again he appeared half resolved to make a da s h from the p l ace, and dis appear fro m sight, if only temporarily. But again the will of Boral1110 controlled him, and, after getting his cap he descended to the office, and then went out into the street. \\Then he met Boralmo at the point designated, the latter whispered : "I'm going to the rear of the bank, where it backs against that little street or alley. You go out on the street in front of it, and stay there and watch. If any thing suspicious happens, begin to whistle 'America or 'God Save the King.' That will be the signal for me to stop work, or slide. He slipped away again. Five minute s later Reel Snodgrass was walking to and fro along t he street in front of the First Na tional, with his hands thrust into his pockets, and shivering as if a cold wind were blowing over him, though the night was fairly warm. Back in the bank was Boralmo, trying the combina tion of the safe. CHAPTER IV. THE CAPTURE. Suddenly Reel gave a start of fear. Though the hour was late, he saw Jack Lightfoot approaching along that street, accompanied by Tom Kennedy, the watchman and constable. Nothing is truer than that "a guilty conscience needs no acc user ," and that "the wicked flee when no man pursueth." To Reel' heated imagination, Jack Lightfoot and T o m Kennedy had got wind of what was transpiring in t he bank and were approaching for the purpose of nabbing Boralmo. As a matter of fact, Jack had but chanced to meet Kennedy, as he was o n his way home, and was merely alking along there with him talking of the ball game to be played the next day, whiie Kennedy had made mention of the queer English sea captain with whom Jerry Mulligan had been doing some betting. But, even while Reel looked and trembled, the keen eyes of Jack Lightfoot caught the gleam of a lighta sudden flash that sprang into view and then went out as suddenly. He touched Kennedy on the arm. "Did you see that?" he asked. "Whf t? I didn't see "It was the flash of a light, and it seemed to come from that little window in the rear of the bank. It may have been made by a match, or by a lantern." Kennedy stared at the building. "Air you sure of that?" "vVell, I thought so. I'm sure I saw that flash, but it's gone now." They stood staring at the little window which Jack had indicated. But the flash did not come again. "That wasn't Just your eyes, I reckon?" said Ken nedy. "Sometimes a sort of Rash will shoot up, and it comes from the eyes of the fellow that sees it. I've had it happen to me." "It wasn't my eyes !" Jack insisted. Kennedy hesitated. Well, the way to be sure is to make sure," he said, oracularly. "I'll go round to the back of the buildin' and take a look You walk along here. There's some body comin' along the street there. It may be one of the fellow's spies, if any burglar is in there.'' Kennedy hopped over the nearby fence and hurried toward the rear of the building. As Jack drew near the figure that Kennedy had men tioned, he recognized Reel Snodgrass, and, at the same moment, Reel began to whi s tle "Goel Save the King," a tune familiar to every boy for it is the tune we here use f 6 r "My Country 'Tis of Thee!" Reel was whistling this loudly when Jack met him. "You're musical to-night!" Jack cried, in a hearty manner. Reel stared at him -as if he didn't know him at first. "Oh, it"s Lightfoot! he exclaimed, trying hard to conceal his uneasiness and his trembling. "'Wander ing about late, aren't you? I was just on my way to the hotel." Jack looked into Reel's face. The light was poor, and he could not see how white it was. Then he made a confessi o n : "I saw a light in the bank a minute ago, and Ken-

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8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. nedy has gone round to the rear. I saw the light, and we thought at once of burglars." Reel turned round and looked with apparent curios ity at the building, which loomed darkly near at hand. He could hide his face better when it was ttirned in that direction, and he did not speak for some time. When he spoke he was able to control the trembling that tried to get into his words. "Is that so?" he sa id as if astonished. "\i\1 ell, we'll see, or hear, some fun in a minute, if there is a burglar in there! kennedy will fight, and a burglar u sually ex pects to, if he 's cornered You couldn't have been mis taken, I suppose?" "I don't think so," said J "\i\1 e'll soon find out." "The thing's risky, for Kennedy "Yes, it is; I suppose he ought to have summoned help." "And given the burglar time to get away?'" Reel laughed in a forced manner. After that they stood there, staring and listening. Then they fairly jumped, for sou nd s of a lively fight, mixed with heavy oaths, came from the interior of the bank. "Somebody in there, sure!" cried Jack, and he jumped the fence and ran at full speed toward the rear of the building, for the purpose of helping Kennedy, if he could. seemed about to follow Jack, but hesitated, and stood shivering on the corner, not knowing what to do. 'Oh, this is awful!" he groaned. "But perhaps he can bluff the thing through and keep them from dis covering who he is. He's clever, and if he can keep them from making that discovery he may get a chance to escape, or I migh t help him out of the jail. But I wonder if Kennedy will get him?" He had been expecting to hear the report of a pistol. Not able to contain himself on the stre et longer, after a few minutes of hesitation he leaped the fence and ha s tened toward t he rear of the building. He saw Jack at the window, yelling through it to Kennedy. Then he heard Kennedy's bellowing voice: "I've got him!" Reel stumbled against the side of the building, weak and sick with foreboding. Coming close up to the window, he heard Kennedy scrambling across the floor, as if he were dragging the man he liad captured. "My lantern' s right out there, Jack," Kennedy shouted. "Light it!" \ Jack found the lantern by the side of the h o use and hastily set a match to the wick. By this time Kennedy had dragged hi s prisoner up to the window. "Oh, it's you, Snodgrass!'" he said, beholding Reel there. _"Lay hold here and give me some aid. The fellow's drunk, I think, or he's pretending. He may try to get away, though I've got the nippers on him." Jack held up the lantern, flashing its light into the face of the prisoner. Reel almost fell in a faint, so great was his surprise. The man Kennedy had captured looked to be a tramp! "Where is Boralmo ?'" was the cry that surged in Reel' s mind, when he saw that dirty face. "Lay h old here, Snodgrass!" Kennedy commanded. Reel, s haken as he had se ldom been, laid hold of the form that Kennedy dragged to the window, and helped Kennedy get the man through to the outside. "I found him in there, hiding," said Kennedy, panting from his exertions. "He tried to get to the win dow, but I stopped him by cracking him one with my club. After that we had it. But I put the nippers on him, and here he is. Looks like a tramp, too. But he was trying to burgle the bank, all right. If not, what was he doing in there I found this window unlocked and the bars pried off." The man stood up, breathing heavily, but otherwise silent, and apparently cowed. The light of the lantern s howed him as a dirty-faced tramp, wearing a soiled, dusty suit of blue, that looked as if it had been used for a broom. "Purty good clothes you've got on!" sa id Kennedy, noting the suit. "You s tole 'em, I reek.on." The tramp said nothing, but stood backed agairist the building, blinking owlishly in the light, and cowering as rf he feared to again receive a blow from the club. "Now, you'll come along with me!" Kennedy shouted. "Snodgrass, I think you'd better jump to the nearest telephone and get word to your uncle and to the other bank officia ls, or else run d ow n to hi s house yourself. He'll want to know about this. Reel was only too glad to vanish, and he went quickly and willingly. "Now, Jack, if you'll watch here by this rear win dow a few minutes, to see that nob ody else goes in, I'll get this rascal to the jail; and then I'll come back." He caught the man roughly by the shoulders. "Move on now!" he cried, in a threatening tone.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 "And no monkey business, under stand, o r I'll break your head for you The prisoner moved in the direction pointecl out, at the side of the c o n sta ble and J ac k stood by the win dow, still holding the la ntern. He was naturally so me, vhat excited a nd wrought up, for this was an adventure worth while. CHAPTER V. C A PT. TOBY'S REAPPEARANCE. T wo hour.s later Reel Snodgra ss was given another surprise. He had gone with hi s uncl e and so me other men to the bank, where they had found tha t the safe had not been touched, and Reel h ad returned again toward the hotel, after a time spen t on the streets. He was about to proceed to the office, where a light was burning, before going up to his room, when he heard his name called in a whisper from the shadows of the sta irway already menti o ned, and when he stepped back there, he saw before him the figure of Capt. Toby Jenkins. Capt. Toby h eld up a hand, when he saw that Reel was ready to fire a volley of q uesti ons at him. ''I'm going to my room I waited for you here, to tell you so Come the r e as soon as you can." He drew back within the deep s h adows, arid Reel passed on, filled with questioning wonder When Reel went to the room and tapped soft ly on the door, it was opened quickly, and he squeezed in, for he saw w ithin the room Boralrno, ot herwi se Capt. Toby. Boralmo closed the door, l ocked it, covered the key hole. and dropped quietly into a chair. He was laughing one of those horrible laughs that always chilled Reel's blood. "Did you see t he tramp?" he whispered hoarsely, and wen t into c onv ul sio n s again. "But where we re you?" Reel gasp.cl, a suspicion of the truth coming to him. "I was the tramp." "I can hardly believe it "Sure thing." "I can't understand it. How could yo u where'd you get the clothes?" "I heard your w histle and I h eard that fellow com ing I was making for the w ind ow, w h en I saw I couldn't get out that way w ith o ut risking one of his bullets So, I made a quick shift." "But how could you?" Reel stared in wonder. "Easy enough-in fact, it was dead ea sy When I first went in I noticed that an old suit of clothes-the janitor's, I suppose-hanging there on a nail. \hen I saw I c o uldn't get out I snatched them from the nail and swept them over the floor to make them look more du s ty than they were. Then I slid out of my outer clo thing and into those. I threw mine into a dark c o r ner, rubbed some dirty grease paint over my face, al tered m y features this way"-he s crewed up his face until it seemed that of an ot her man-"and there I was. The whole thing didn't take m o re than a minute, and that fool c o n s table stayed at that window two minutes or more peering in. If I' cl wanted to, I could have potted him like a rabbit ; but that would have been murder, and I d had the whole c o untry on my track." "But yo u were captured? And he ironed you, and took you to j ail." Boralmo chuckled and drew fro m his pockets the handcuffs that h ad been on his wrists. "Would I let a barn like t he Cranford jail hold me? And don't I get <;JUt of thing s like the s e every nig ht when I'm giving my performances? I h ad my keys; kept them tucked under my a rm all the time and had them there when that fool constable sea rched me, and found n othing But I did better th a n merely get away." He thrust a hand into one of his pockets and brou gh t out a hu ge roli of bills. "Out of that safe!" he said "Of c ourse I had to go back there, to get my clo thing. They had patched up that rear window; but thinking I was sa fely h ouse d they'd ne g lected to put a guard there, th o ugh they had one stationed out in front. I went th ro u g h the win dow, changed back int o my ow n clot hin g, hung the janitor's suit neatly on the nail where it belonged, and then finis hed the job I didn't ha ve time to do at the first visit. And here 's the result! I ha ven' t had time to c o unt it yet, either." He, began to count the bill s he had sec ured. laying them out on his knees. "Does my face still shbw that dirty s tuff I put on t o give the tramp c o lor? He stopped counting l ong e n o ugh t o as k this, and asked it as coolly as if he had ju s t come i n from a wa l k and wanted to know if dust grime h ad settled on his face. "It s hows some," said Reel, frankly. "Wet sponge over there and bring it to me." He went on counting while Reel obeyed; but stopped

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II where the Cranford in s tituti on k e pt the deposits on which it drew. l evertheless, the amount missing was b ig enough to be startling, and the fact that the "tramp-burglar" had escaped was mortifying to the officers, and par ticularly to Kennedy, who could hardl y believe hi s when he saw the j ail emJ?ty and the bars o n the window twisted out of place. The handcuff s could not be fou nd and the theory was n ow h e ld th a t the trarnp h a d fled into the su rrounding hill s wit h them on hi s wrists. The neighboring towns and c ities were n o tified of the robbery and of the escape of the burglar, and de scrip tions of him as given by Kennedy, were tele graphed to all points. Kennedy went himself, and se nt o ut parties, over the roads that led from Cranford, hunting for the tramp. All this was "nuts" for Mack Remington for it made good "copy." Mack sent a long account of the capture of the robber a nd of the ot h e r exciting events and discoveries of t h e night and morning to the Cardiff Guardian, and telegraphed a paragraph to his paper in New York. The most of his material he got from Jack Lightfoot, with some things from Kennedy and from Reel Snodgrass. But Reel did "not know much." Up in his room at the C r anford House, Ca pt. Toby Jenkins roa red ge ntl y to him self when some of these things floated to him through the windows. "Hope catch that tramp!" he 'sa id, and then he patted one of the rolls of bills which he had stowe d in various places over hi s person, while he l ooked from the window clown up on the exc ited crowds who were talking of the burglary and the burglar's marvelous escape. Jack Lightfoot had n ot slept much m ore that night than had Ree l Snodgrass, and that was a bad thing for the capta in and pitcher who hoped to help win a ba se ball battle that aftern oon But Jack's conscie nc e was easy, which Reel's was not, and that made a great difference in his favo r. The things that kept Jack a wake, after he had go ne home, were connected largely with Reel Snodgrass himself. Jack recalled h ow he had see n Reel walking back and forth in front of the bank, and h ow Reel had be gan to whistle in rath er a l oud way He a lso recalled Reel's nervous manner which Reel had not been wholly ab l e to hide. It will be r emembered that Jack Lightfoot had many reasons for regarding Reel Snodgrass generallY. with. s u spicion. Reel had given him much occasion to think ill of him. Twice Jack had di scovere d Boralmo, while the latter was trying t o rob Mr. Snodgrass; and at other times Jack had encountered Boralmo on the latter's occa sio nal s urreptitious visits to Cranford. Jack did not know however, that Boralmo was n o t a Hindoo. For that reason he did not at once connect Boralmo with the robbery of the bank. He was mis led, too, by the trampish appearance of the mas querading Englishman .. Yet the more Jack tho ught the matter over the stranger see med the actions of Reel Snodgra ss Jack had a retentive memory, which held things little no ticed by him even at the time; and all the queer nerv ousness Reel had dis played while the tramp was being dragged by Kennedy to the window came back to Jack' s mind as he con s idered the matter. Why h ad Reel been so nervolts? That was a hard nut to crack. Jack had turned over in bed after a while, reso lutely putting all these things from hi s mind, deter mined to be the last to do Reel Sn odgrass an injustice. But when the morning da w ned and he received the new s of the tramp' s escape and of the robbery of the bank, they came back to him with redoubled force. Why had Reel s tarted t o whistling so loudl y as J ac k approached him, and why had he shown such unnatural nerv o u s ne ss? Apparently, there was n o reas on in the world why Reel should ha ve nervou s at the time. He was n o t noted for nervousness, n o r for a n y lack of physical courage. By and by Jack went dovv n to the bank, to which others had gone and were going, and to o k a look at the broken window, in the clear daylight. He entered the bank and l oo ked rom1d, finding Ken nedy there before him. Suddenly his eyes fell on the dusty suit of blue hanging on its nail in a c o rner of the buildin g, well back from the doors. Jack eyed this, and, going up to ok hold of it for a closer s crutin y The thought flas hed o.n him with ove rp owe ring force that this was just like the dusty blue clothing worn by the tramp; yet the thing seemed so improbable that he put the thought away. Yet, though h e thus d eclared it improbable, he c o uld not get that tho u g hr o ut of his mind. Then came a s t a rtling discovery. Jack went back to the clothing, and began to look them over again. .. I

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 13 sidered himself fortunate, when he found Capt. Toby Jenkins roaring away in the office. Capt. Toby was roundly scoring the betting men of Cranford for their lack of spirit in not coming forward m o re promptly and meeting his offers of wagers on the Tidewater nine. "Hi'm offering even money," he grumbled, "and where's the man to take me? And yet t he people 'e re s ay that the 'ome nine is going to win this hafternoon. Money talks, you \tVhere's the man who be lieves it strong enough to risk 'is money on 'is belief?" "Oh, we just say that because it's the right thing for us to say," said the clerk, laughing at the captain's manner. "That's the way we interpret the spirit of loyalty." He turned to Jack. "Here's the captain of the Cranford team, Capt. Jenkins, and you'll hear him say that the Cranford nine is going to flax Tidewater this afternoon." Capt. Toby turned and Jack looked him full in the eye. Yet Capt. Toby did not quail, but stared back as hard. "So this is the young cockatoo Hi've been 'earing about, is it?" /' "I'm the captain of the nine," said Jack, studying the face of the man before him. "And you're going to win this hafternoon ? "\Ve hope to." "You 'ope to ?"' "We intend to try to win, and I think we can; I feel pretty sure of it." There was nothing of boasting in the assertion Jack was hardly thinking of the captain, so taken was he with the thought in his mind-the wonder, if this could by any po sibility be Boralmo. "It's nonsense to think it!" was the conclusion forced upon him. "This is a red-faced Englishman, and Boralmo was a Hindoo." Yet he continued to watch Toby Jenkins, as the iat-ter went on roaring against the lack of betting spirit in Cranford, which he seemed to consider the same thing as disloyalty to the home nine. If a man would n o t bet on the Cranford nine, Capt. Toby assumed that the man did not believe the nine had a chance to win. Of cour se, this was mere assumption, affected for the purpo s e of deceit. Jack came away from the hotel as much puzzled as when he vvent there, and, if possible, rnore so. Capt. Toby's lurching walk was something like that of the tramp who had been dragged to the j a i h : l::.l'l observed. Still this could not be considered sig nifican t, even though the writing on the scrap of paper that had flut tered down from that dusty suit of blue belonging lo the bank janitor seemed the same as Capt. Toby's signature Jack was not yet able to believe it possible that the tramp had worn that suit. Jack was so puzzled and tangled by all the conflict ing thoughts that tore through his mind that h e was actually given a headache. "Oh, the whole thing is foolishness!" he said to himself. "It's worse than foolishness-it's simply rotl I'd be ashamed to hint it to anybody." Still, Jack could not get it out of hi s mind. He could hardly think of the coming ball game for thinking of this mystery, which, hovvever, he refused to call a mystery, as it seemed so like moonshine and nonsense. CHAPTER VIII. CAPT. TOBY IN A NEW ROLE. Just about the time that Jack had determined to put the whole subject away as veriest nonsense a thing occurred which seemed to him astounding, however it may have been Jiewed by others As this was the la st ball game of the season, and Tidewater and Cranford were to fight for the pennant in this game, steps had been taken to make the attend ance something phenomenal. The general passenger agent of the r ailway, remem bering the success of a previous excursion over the lines of his road to Cranford, when a ball game was the chief attraction, had advertised low-price excursion rates to beautiful Cranford Lake on the day of the game, reminding people that this was about the last ohance of the season to visit the beautiful lake, and also emphasizing the fact that a great game of baseball c ould be expected on that clay, when Tidewater and Cranford would cross bats for the pennant. In taking this step he had consulted with the Cran ford nine, suggesting in his l etter that th e y might make something for their gyms by charging a small admis sion at the gate. This they had decided to do, and were to divide the gate money that day with the Tidewater nine, after the expenses were paid. The high-school boys had alr eady paid for the old carriage shop. in \Yhich their gym was located. However, as half of the share of the gate money.

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14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. to be received by the Cranford nine would come to the high-school boys-the other half going to the gym of the academy-the high-school boys were naturally anxious for a record-breaking crowd, as that would give them money with which to put in certain appara tus they desired, and to fit the gym up more comfort ably for winter. And the academy boys, whose leader was Phil Kirt land, were quite as anxious to have a little money for their gym, for similar purposes. Hence the Cranford nine, and all their friends of both schools, had thrown themselves into the work of getting a big attendance at the ball game, by distributing handbills throughout the country along all the roads and crossroads, riding out for the purpose bn their wheels, and sticking the bills up everywhere, as well as scattering them among the people. This, with what the railroad was doing, and the further fact that a big attendance could be expected from Tidewal:er, seemed to guarantee a large crowd. In addition to other things, the general passenger agent of the railway, working in connection with the nines that were to play, had engaged an aeronaut to make a balloon ascension from the fair grounds just before the game was to begin. And this had been advertised by the railway com pany, in enormous posters stuck up the posters showing the aeronaut making a diving leap from the clouds in his parachute. Though the employment of aeronauts to make as censions at county fairs, and at summer gatherings of all kinds, ha s become very common in r ecent years, so that almost every person has witnessed such an ascen sion, the fact remains that nothing will so draw a big crowd as flaming announcements of a balloon ascen sion and a parachute jump from the sky. But the surprising thing, mentioned in the opening paragraph of this chapter, was the discovery, which came to Jack like a shock, that the daring aeronaut was Capt. Toby Jenkins. This was a bewildering revelation. It showed that Capt. Toby had come to Cranford masquerading, bluffing and roaring round for effect, and for the sensation it would create. The whole thing was so amazing that Jack caught himself fairly gasping with astonishment. And it started anew that old train of thought con cerning the bank robbery. He almost ran now, on his way to the hotel, to get another look at the man who had pretended he was a sea captain. He found Capt. Toby laughing hilariously in the hotel office, as people came to him telling him what a "sly dog" he was, and how he had fooled them. The man's manner and voice had entirely changed. "But thim bets, begob ?" said Jerry l\folligan, who had heard of this strange thing and had becom.e un easy. "The bets sthand, Oi'm thinkin' jist the same! Av I win, I want me cash, d'ye see!" "My good fellow-my good fellow," said Capt. Toby, in his changed voice, as he patted the Irish lad on the shoulder, "if you win the stakes are yours of course. The clerk has them in his safe." "But is ut the dacint thing, d'ye think, to fool a felly loike that?" Jerry protested. "Just a bit of fun-just a bit of fun!" said Capt. Toby, amiably. "What is life without a little hilarity? And if you get your money, it's just as good as if I were a redoubtable mariner straight off the raging inain." "But phy do yeez be betthin' agin' the Cranford nine, I'd loike to know? Ut's parshality yeez do be showin', in doin' ut." "I bet on Tidewater because I think Tidewater has the best chance to win," said Capt. Toby, in defense. "The hist chanc't to win? Ut's crazy yeez air!" "All right, Jerry!" Capt. Toby laughed in great good humor. "Time will tell, you knO\v. And by the way, Jerry, if anything should happen to me, so that I don't get back alive from my journey into the clouds, take that .money yourself, and--" He turned and saw Jack, and extended his hand with a smile. "Jerry, I that; divide it between yourself and our young friend here, who is so cocksure of winning the game this afternoon. You two take it, and go celebrate with it. Drink to my health and my memory, wherever I am." The captain bubbled with laughter. "And ut's wi nnin the game he will be
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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. it seemed to him that the man resembled the tramp who had been dragged from that window. As nea r as Jack could remember, the size of the tramp was about the same as that of Capt. Toby. Yet, in connecting Ree l Snodgrass wit h that bank robbery, Jack had been forced to connect him with 13o ralmo, both because Reel was Boralmo's protege, and by reason of the surprising simi larity shown be tween the scrap of paper which had dropped out of the suit of blue and Boralmo's signature and the signature of Capt. Toby. But Jack still found it impossible to believe that Capt. Toby was B oralmo, for the thought was securely loclg ed in his mind that Boralmo was a Hindoo. Capt. Toby, in changing from the bo i sterous sea captain, had assumed the name shown on the posters announcing the balloon ascension. Nevertheless, it will be as well he r e to continue to call him Capt. Toby and Boralmo. His d i sguises were many and his aliases innumerable. Jack wondered blindly why Capt. Toby had chosen to come into Cranford pretending to be a sea crazy to make bets. But Jack did not know the man, and so cou l d no t understand him There was a great vanity at the base o f Boralm o 's character. In addition, he had all of a g enuine fakir's slipperiness and love of pretense Added to this was a certain romanticism and delight in stage effects, which made him like masquerading and disguises. The man's character was hollow through and through, and as base and e.vil as it was hollow, The surprise by the people was now tickli n g Capt. Toby's terr ible van ity, and he was trying t o fancy how much greater i t wr,mld be if they but knew that he was also Boralmo and l ikewise t h e tramp who had escaped from the jail anc.l robbed the bank. It was as good as an ovation to him, to walk thrc;mgh the streets near the hotel and have the peop l e point to him and whisper to each other. He knew what they were saying-that t h is was the aeronaut who had come to the place professing to be a roaring old sea captain and a raging betting man; and he chucJ<:led, as he coined for himself the sentences which his fancy told him they were speaking. Boralmo's career had been wildly adventurous, and at the same time permeated with crime. He had once been an aeronaut in England, and lately, the old desire striking him, he had been making ascen sions in various parts of the United States, drop ping for a time his career as a theatrica l magician. \ i\Therever he went, h owever, h e was a thief a nd a robber He had been tha t in England, a n d i n India, and now in t h e Unit ed Sta tes And, m a r velo u s to state, so cleve r was h e that ne ve r ye t h ad h e d o n e t i me in any prison for his offenses Thi s im m u nity was al s o flatter ing to his great van it y \i\Thether i t was l ove of Ree l o r n ot, so m e thin g d r ew him back t i me and again to Cranford, w h e r e R ee l was staying. In his ballooning he had moved slowly in that di rec tion; and by chance was engaged in gi\ing ascensions at a certain resort when in vitecl by the rail way pas senger agent to make an ascension at Cranford at the time of the ball game. It was an invitation Capt. Toby wou l d not h:iYc refused for any c o nsideration. It appealed to him, and he saw all of i ts possibili ties; and the reader has seen how he was working out these possibilities Once, as Jack Lightfoot stood in the hote l office ancl ) listened to Capt. Toby's running t alk and hila r ious laughter, a certain change of accent attracted him. It was as i f the aeronaut had for a moment forgotten that he was p l ay ing a part. A little later, as Capt Toby walked along the street. v:iewed by the gaping peop le, something in his \\"al k, a Jack studied it close)y, made the same impre ss ion. Even the best actor will now and ag:iin forget !fr; part, or forget that he is p l aying a part: and so it w:1;; with Boralmo, though he \\ as not himself aware of it. Jack went back home and into the shed room, and there again studied the scrap of writing and tho ught of all t h e things that had tended to start his suspicio ns. By slow degrees, and almost against his w ill and his judgment, he was being driven to t h e con clu sion that he had been mistaken in thinking t hat Bo r a lm o was a Hindoo. "If it coan be possible t hat Boralmo was not a H i n doo, but was merely masquerading, t h en the \\'ay is clear to these other things. If he cou l d make so good a Hindoo, he cou l d make hi m self look like t h ese other peop le. And Capt. Toby shows that he is ab l e to change hi s appearance. He h as changed his m anner, and his walk, and his voice, and almost changed the looks of his face; yet I know he is the sa m e m a n who came pretending to be an old sea captai n fo r he s ays it himself. Then, if-" Thus Jack's t houghts ran; and while it see m ed t o him that they were me r e l y chasing themselves round i n a circle, they were, in fact, slow l y h a rdening into the belief that Capt. Toby was Bo r almo, and that h e was

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I6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. the bank robber, and the tramp, and that Reel had been aiding him in the robbery. But such things, even though they may harden into belief, are far enough from proof, as Jack so he kel?t his thoughts to himself, though resolved to talk them over with Tom as soon as he and his cousin met again. CHAPTER IX. AT THE BALL GROUNDS. The crowds of people streaming toward the gates of the oid fair grounds l ong before the hour set for the game apprised Jack and his friends of the fact that the attendance that day would be in every manner sat i sfac tory. "Jiminy crickets, but we 'll have a mob there this afternoon!" said Lafe Lampton, when he came to Jack's, to ask him if he was ready to go down to the diamond. Before Jack and Lafe could get away Ned Skeen came, and little "Gnat" Kimball, together with Jubal Marlin and Wilson Crane. Nat Kimball carried "Polly," the parrot mascot, and the way Polly was cheering and whooping for "Jack Lightfoot" and "Cranford" told Jack and the others that Nat and Jubal had been industriously training Polly, and exciting her, so that she might shine that afternoon among the fans. "By hemlock, if we could jist git her to hold some kind of a banner in her claws!" said Jubal, wishfully. "We tried it daown to the gym, but she 'jected and wouldn't do it. But twould be great, yeou know if she'd hold some kind of a streamer in her claws like the eagle does sometimes in the pictures-a streamer with 'Cranford' printed on it; and all the time her whooping it up tew beat the band! But she wouldn't dew it." Jubal seemed genuinely aggrieved. "Rex seems a back number," Tom, who had now arrived and joined in the talk. Rex was the shepherd dog owned by Kate Strawn, and he had been the nine's only mascot until the reap pearance of Polly. Always Kate took him to the ball games, so strung and looped with ribbons that he seemed a sort of \valking flag. "I guess Rex is all right," Jack remarked, with a laugh; for, looking up the street, he saw a group of girls coming down toward the lake with the gorgeous ly ribboned shepherd in their mid s t. He beckoned to Tom, while t.he boys were at Rex, and together they went out behind the shed room, where Jack told him the result, if so it can be called, of some of his latest thinking. When they returned to the group in the yard there was nothing in their manner to indicate to the boys that they were thinking of anything else but the ball game, so soon to be played. The other member s of the nine, and most of the substitutes, now came down the street in a body, and Jack and his went out and joined them, and walked with them on down toward the grounds. The excursion trains were still pouring their pas sengers into the Cranford station, and the streets were filled with people coming clown to the game. Yet many of the excursionists, not caring much for baseball, were going to the lake where there were facilities for boating, and pleasant and shady nooks for picnic lunches and general lounging, for the shores of Cranford Lake were unusually pretty. The little stea mer that made excursio n trips to and fro over the lake, and also did a little business for the cottages, was gay with fluttering bunting, and now and then it s whistle screamed as it plowed through the blue waters. Jack was b,oth surprised and gratified, when he be held the crowds pres s ing toward the gates, and ob served the interest tak e n in the game by the towns people. He had hardly realized how the people of Cranford had identified themselves with the nine and its for tunes. Cran.ford was filled with strong partisans of the Cranford team and they were s howing their partisanship and their loyalty. It may seem strange that this should be so; yet it is not at all singular, as a moment's thought will con vmce anyone. In the big league games, which attract such atten tion from one end of our great country to another, a nine bearing the name of, say Cincinnati, will dra\\; to itself the enthusiastic allegiance of all Cincinnati peo ple, even though most of the members of that nine may have their homes in other places. They stand for and represent Cincinnati in the league games. How much greater and stronger, then, is the loy alty of a town to a nine that lives in it-to a nine made up of the sons of some of its citizens? That nine is more truly representative and its loss. es and winnings are watched with the most inten se interest. The Cranford people were always l oyal; but never had they seemed more so than on this day, when the battle on the diamond was to decide whether Cran-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ford or Tidewater should have the pennant which had been fought for all summer-the pennant of the FourTown League. The pennant-a real one, of rich silk, richly em broidered, and bearing the words in gold letters "Pen nant of the Four-Town League"-was fluttering now i n front of what had once been the "jttdges' stand" of the old fair grounds, but which was now a part of t he improvised grand stand ; and a committee, con si s ting of ladies of Cranford and Tidewater, had been selected to give this prize to the winning team at the end of the game. Mrs. Randolph Livingston, mother of Lily Living s t o n had contrived to become one of the members of this committee from Cranford. Mrs. Strawn, Kate Strawn's mother, was the other Cranford member. vVhen Jack and his nine and substitutes trotted out upon the diamond for some warming-up work, the roar that broke out told them that their friends were there in force that afternoon; and everywhere the little fla gs with which the Cranford fans always armed themsel ves at ball games fluttered in the lake breeze. A c o nsciou s ness of what all this meant, and the sight of that fluttering pennant to be fought for that a ft ern o on fairly caught away Jack's breath. Could they win it? What if they should fail? For a moment he knew that he trembled. Then his courage came back to him. "We must win it!" was his thought. And that meant, with Jack Lightfoot, that he would fight for it to the last gasp-fight for it until the last b all had sped across the rubber and the last decision had been delivered by the umpire. CHAPTER X. SOME THINGS THAT STARTLED JACK. The folds of the dirty, old balloon in which Capt. T oby Jenkins was to make his ascension from the ball grounds were filling with the hot air driven into the envelope by the fire that roared beneath it, and a great crowd had gathered to see the ascension. Jack Lightfoot, and Tom, and some of the other members of the nine walked over to where the balloon was filling, after they had thrown the ball about on the diamond and familiarized themselves again with the old place. The Tidewater boys were slamming the ball around in warmini-up practice, and for the purpose of getting the hang of the diamond, as Jack and his friends went over to the balloon, which was not far distant. Capt. Toby saw them coming, and greeted them with an air of jocularity. "I was beginning to think you weren't paying me the respect that is my due!" he cried, reaching out to Jack and shaking his hand as if he had found a long lost brother. "Here I've been delaying things, jpst waiting for you to come! The crowd is here, though." He swept his hand round indicatively. The other boys began to give their attention to the balloon. As has been said, Jack Lightfoot's suspicions had been slowly hardening into mental certainties. He did not know, of course, with absolute kn o wl edge, that this man was Boralmo, but he was be g in ning to believe that he was; and he wanted something in the way of a test. So, now, looking Capt. Toby firmly in the eye-he had already observed that Capt. Toby's eyes were very dark, almost, if not quite, black-he said: "Capt. Jenkins, I wish you would tell me frankly just why you chose to come to Cranford in dis guise?" Jack could almost fancy that he saw spots of leap into existence behind those dark eyes. red "I-I don't understand you!" Capt. Toby ex claimed, evidently somewhat taken aback. "I mean last evening," said Jack, "when you claimed to come from Tidewater, and to be a sea captain crazy to make bets on Tidewater?" "Oh!" The relief in Capt. Toby's face was more expres sive than that exclamation. "Oh! I did that just for advertising purposes, you see. I thought it would stir up an interest; and it did, a tremendous interest. And you see what an amount of advertising it is going to give me. That little 'joke will be told in all the newspapers. It is already in the Cardiff G,ardian. Maybe you've seen the Guardian to-day. I have a copy here." He pulled the copy from the little leather bag that rested by him on the ground, and held up the Guardian, showing Mack Remington's latest letter, in the Guard ian's latest edition. "That will be repeated everywhere, you know," said Capt. Toby, in a beaming manner, "and I shall have a tremendous lot of free adve:tising Now that the strep.m of his eloquence had been thus

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18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. tapped, Capt. Toby threatened, like T "Brook," to go on forever. But the hot-air bag of the balloon was filling, and the impatient people were showipg their impatience. Capt. Toby folded the paper and put it back in the bag. "Capt. Jenkins said Jack, again boring him with his keen, blue-gray eyes, "did y0u ever hear of Bo ralmo ?" Capt. Toby, at that, fell back with a gasp; but caught himself. "Never, sir !" he said, with assumed cheerfulness. "I think you have," said Jack, sarcastically; and turned to walk away. He saw that he had frightened the balloonist. "And if he doesn't know the name of Boralrno, why sho uld he be frightened?" was Jack's inner question. The answer was easy, and it drove conviction to the soul of Jack Lightfoot : This man was indeed himself Boralmo And if Boralmo, thought Jack, what more likely than that he had been in the bank when Reel was walking the street in front of it whistling "God Save the and what more likely than that he had entered it in the disguise of a tramp, or had turned himself into the semblance of a trarn)l after entering it by utilizing the janitor's dirty and dusty suit of blue? "Tom," said Jack, his voice trembling, "I'm sure he's the man! What shall we do? Kennedy isn't here!" "Let's find one of those deputies," Jack suggested. They went in search of an officer. But the crowd was large, and apparently the only way to find where one of those deputies was would have been to start a riot or a fight; they certainly kept out of sight of Jack and Tom. Finally the two youths turned back toward the balloon. "I'm going to have an o ther word with him, any way! And I want y o u t o be with me to see what you think of hi s acti o n s I'll shoot something at him again, just a s I did w hen I asked him if he kn e w Boralmo." Jack hurried rapidly now with Tom ri ght at hi s heels, for he saw that. the balloon was almost ready to mount into the air. Boralrno beheld them coming, saw the haste with which they moved al ongthey were almost running and it frightened him. Though the balloon bag was not quite filled, he prdered the ropes cast off; and, swinging into the little car that hung below the bag, he cut away the la s t rope with a hatchet, and shot into the air. He was convinced that if he had tarried another minute these determined youths would have stopped him, and then would have brought about his arres t. Hence his precipitate haste. He had but a little while before be e n scribbling something, which he had meant to give to Reel Snod -"One of his deputies is," Tom answered. "He was grass, whom he saw at a little distance from him in right over there a while ago." the crowd; and he had mentally been cursing Reel beKennedy was away, hunting for the "tramp"; but cause he had not come nearer, so that he could speak he had appointed a number of deputies to look after -with him. the crowd at the ball game, and these deputies were authorized to make arrests. When Jack looked back he saw that Capt. Toby was feverishly hastening the progress of the work of filling the balloon bag. "You think we'd better order his arrest, don't you?" said Jack, speaking to Tom. "I've been thinking of that. Perhaps we'd better wait until after the ball game and the balloon ascen sion." "And give him a chance to get away?" 'All that goes up must come down!' said Tom. "He's got to come down, even if he does make his ascension; and he could be pulled then. Besides," he added, "it would spoil the ascension if he was ar rested now." This bit of paper now fluttered out of his hands, dislodged by the haste he had made, and it blew straight toward Jack and Tom, but also toward Reel, who was some yards in front of them. Boralmo motioned wildly to Reel, meaning for him to get the note, but Reel, being shoved by some one in the crowd at that exciting instant, had not seen the paper, and did not now understand the signal. But Jack had seen it, and as it fluttered on toward him he resolved to get it. Tom had also seen it, but now he saw another paper flutter downward from th e hands of the aeronaut, who was already high over the ball grounds. Many people, in fact, nearly all, thought these pa-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY 19 pers were only slips thrown out for effect. Tom and Jack did not know but they were, yet were determined to see; and, while Tom hurried to get the second which had fallen, Jack tried to get the first. The paper Tom was dashing for dropped down into the crowd before he could reach it; but Jack had better fortune. That which Jack secured held these words, ad dressed to Reel Snodgrass, t h o ugh Reel s name did not appear on it: "That young hound has recognized me and will try to bring about my arrest. I think it will be wise for you to show him those papers." The second paper which had fallen from the balloon was found by Tom in the hands of a man belonging in Cranford, who turned it over to him cheerfully enough: It read: "To the Clerk of the Cranford House. "If I don't get back from this trip alive, and Tidewater wins the game, give my winnings to the clever captain of the Cranford nine, Mr. Jack Lightfoot." This was signed by the name Boralmo used as a \ balloonist. Tom saw at a glance the d,eadly character of this "gift." If the game that afternoon should be lost and Jack could in any manner be charged with that l oss, peo ple would say he had lost it that he might get those winnings, to be paid to him if Tidewater won. It was a stroke worthy even of Boralmo. The people were watching the rising balloon, a roar ascending from the crowd something like the low roar of the sea. Jack looked at the balloon, too, and watched it as cending steadily, and wondered about the words en that bit of paper, then it was caught by a current of air and swung toward the sea in the direction of Tide water. The people were expecting to behold the balloonist make his parachute leap. "lt will come down before it gets to Tidewater," was Jack's thought; "for it's only a hot-air balloon and can't stay up I wonder--" Tom came up and clapped him on the shoulder. "See what you ve inherited-if he don't come back!" he cried, laying in Jack 's hand the second paper sent by "Why, you'll be rich-if Cranford fails to win this afternoon!" He spoke jocularly, yet his face was grave. The 'balloon rose still higher, and swept across the lower end of the lake, and then on, above the Malapan River in the direction of the sea; but it seemed to be descending after a while, and some of the spectators began to say they believed it would fall into the river. And still the balloonist had not used his parachute. The woods at' the lower end of the lake now sht1t it from the view of the people; and their interest in the ball game, as the next thing on the program, reas se1'ted itself. Yet they had been greatly disappointed The para chute leap advertised had been omitted. CHAPTER XI. THE GAME OPENS. Jack's face had whitened to the color of chalk just before the umpire put the ball in play. He had turned that first note, meant for Reel Snodgrass, over, a thing he had not thought to do be fore, and had read there, on the back of his father's name, with other matter that choked him. Jack was now wild to go for Kennedy, and have Kennedy try to find the aeronaut and arrest him, for Jack wanted to pin him down with questions He had all the proofs now he wanted, not the least of them being Capt. Toby's failure to use the para chute. The thoughts that roared now in Jack's head made it almost impossible for him to think of the game that must be played. He wanted to rush from the ball ground and make that search for the aeronaut him s elf, being sure now that the man was Boralmo, and that he would not re turn to the place; and he wanted also, to find Reel Snodgrass and question him. Some of the people were prophesying th a t the bal1001; would drive on until it fell into the ..

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20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ocean, for the breeze in that direction had set in strong, in the upper air currents, as the direction and progress of the balloon had shown. Then the Cranford cheer rang out from the Cran ford fans, and Jack heard "Polly" tune up in the benches, where Nat sat with her and encouraged her. And Jack beheld the fluttering of the flags; and saw his sister, Daisy sitting with the Cranford girls and looking toward the diamond. Yet his eyes were blurred, so that he really did not see anything well. He heard the boys talking to him, as they gathered about him. Cranford, playing on its home ground, was to go first to the bat, unless they chose to do otherwise. Then he heard the voice of the umpire shouting: ''Play ball !" He saw the clean, white globe thrown by the umpire to the pitcher. And he heard the umpire ca11 the name of Tom Lightfoot, the first oi the Cranford nine to go to the bat. The game was on, and it had to be played; the peo ple were there to see it; they were roaring their de light; Polly and the fans were cheering; the boys of the nine were anxious for this final battle with Tide water, and Jack was the captain and leader of the nine. His duty was there-it was his duty to lead the nine to victory! Yet he sat in the benches, thinking the thing over, as the game opened up, and he heard the Cranford fans singing in the bleachers, where they had massed. "These things can be looked into after the game," thought Jack. "The game has got to be played now." Yet his heart was not in it, and he could not get his mind down to the work that was bringing such cheers from the fans, for Torn Lightfoot had straight off connected with one of Kiel Casey's hot ones, and ha.d lined it out toward the ball-field fence, making a two bagger. "Brodie Strawn!" called the umpire. And the batting slugger of the Cranford mne stepped into position, fully realizing that Cranford wa s that day playing for the pennant. The lineup of the two teams was as follows: CRANFORD. Tom Lightfoot, 2d b. Brodie Strawn, 1st b. Mack Remington, rf. Phil Kirtland, 3d b. Jubal Marlin, If. Wilso n Crane, cf. Lafe Lampton, c. Ned Skeen, ss. Jack Li ghtfoot, p TIDEWATER. Ben Talbot, ss. J oe Bowers, 1st b. Kid Casey, p. Silas Cross, 2d b. Jim Lane, c. Paul Lockwood, If. Sidney Talbot, cf. George Steele, 3d b. Mason King, rf. Kiel Casey, the pitcl er for Tidewater, was one of the best on the amateur diamond, and Jack had already had many battles with him. The Cranford boys believed, what they had never been able to prove, that Kid Casey was a professional. It was one of Casey's ambitions to strike out Brodie Strawn, for Brodie had the reputation of being about the best and hardest hitter on the Cranford nine. To strike out Brodie, Casey began to throw wide curves, which he tried to put over the corner of the rubber. They were "balls," and Brodie, who was a "waiter," and not easily confused, simply waited. Then Casey changed, with lightning swiftness, and sent in some drops. One of these the slugger hammered out. It had been low, however, and in "lifting" it he had lifted it too high. It went into left field, and Paul Lockwood made a great backward run and smothered it. Brodies' dark face flushed, for he was out. After him, at the bat, came Macklin Remington, the oracular, whose ambitions ran to newspaper work aiid telegraphy. "Pap says that the way to do a thing is to do it!" de clared Macklin, his apple-red cheeks taking on added color as he faced the redoubtable Casey. Then Mack showed the world "how to do it" by striking out. Tom was still frozen at second bag when Phil Kirt land came into position, at the call of the umpire. The Tidewater fans were roaring, for two men were already out. t The spectators seemed already to have forgotten the balloonist, over whose clanger they had been exercised so short a while before.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 21 When last seen, he had been drifting toward the sea, and the fact that h e bad not used his parachut e made them believe that something was the matter wit h it and that he could not get down fr om the bal l ooh. But, apparently, that was all forgotten now, when they saw Phil Kirtland step into the batter's place and beheld Kid Casey wind up to send th e ball over the rubber. "One strike!" said the umpire, as the ball plunked into the catcher's mitt. Was Phil going to strike out? The Cranford fans roared their encouragement, and Polly cackled her Yet there was one thing about Polly's cheering that had never wholly pleased Phil, and which made him consider her rather a poor mascot. She always coupled Jack Lightfoot's name with Cranford and Phil and Jack had often been at loggerheads But that was not Polly's fault, if fault it was, but the fault of the Yankee lad, Jubal Marlin, who had taught her. Again the ball came in Thump! it soupded as it struck in the catcher's mitt. "Two strikes!" called the umpire, and the Tidewater fans roared again. Then-crack! Phil had connected, and Tom Lightfoot was going like a race horse fro m second The Cranford 'fans came to their feet with a wild yell, as Tom passed th1 d and sta rted for home. Jack had leaped up and run clown t he line to cbach him in. "Go-go--go !" he screamed, for he saw that the fielder had the ball ai;i.cl was sw in ging hi s arm for the The ball came shooting in to the catcher, who was in position for it. "Slide!" Jack yelled. Tom threw him self i n a g r ea t s lide "Safe!" yelled the umpire, as the ball smacked into the catcher's mitt. O ne run had been made, and Phil Kirtland was perched on second. "Naow-naow-h oop la The elephant goes raound a nd raouncl, and the band begins tew play !" It was the war cry of Jubal Marlin, as he pranced i nto place and put himself in position for a "southpaw" swing. Though Jubal was not the be s t batter on the nine, Kid Casey would have been willing to see almost any ot her fell ow there, for Jubal was left-handed, and left handed batters troubled Casey. He stood twisting the ball round in his fingers, watching Phil on second, and then sent the ball over for Jubal. Crack! The ball shot off the upper side of the bat and we n t in a whizzing spiral into the air and into the catcher s mitt. r The s ide was o ut. Yet that first half had been live ly, and had set t h e fans to roaring, and for a time it seemed to have awak ened Jack Lightfoot from the spell that appeared to have seized him. CHAPTER XII. JACK "GOES UP IN A BALLOON." A number of people had seen that writing, dropped by Boralmo, which Tom had secured, though it had not first landed in his hands. It read: To the Cl er k of the Cranford House. "If I don't get back from this trip alive, and Tidewater wins the game, give my winnings to the clever captain of th e Cranford nine, Mr. Jack Lightfoot." From the first Jack began to s how poor work. He seemed to ha v e lost his grip. He twice lo s t control of the spit ball, and then gave up its use. And twice he let runners steal bases when he s hould have put the m out. The general wo rk of the nine was fine, however, so that Tidewater was held down pretty well. Yet by the time three innings had bee n played Tide water was two run s in the lead, w ith the score cards sh o wing five for Tidewater and th ree for Cranford The fans and t he s ingers had whooped and s tm g themselves hoarse in their efforts to cheer the nine.

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22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Yet the fear was growing that Cranford was going t o lose the pennant that day. And now some of them began to shout unkind things at Jack, yelling to him to get out of the box, and asking him if he, too, had gone up in a balloon, and criticising him generally. This is one of the hardest things with which a pitcher-in fact, any player-has to deal; the loss of faith which seems to come so quickly, even to friends, when poor work is being done or errors are being made. The partisans of Phil Kirtland, and Phil had many friends, were chief in making these derisive calls and cries. The thing stung Jack to the quick. He knew he was doing poor work, and he knew the reason, though, of course, they did not. That the reader may know what it was more clearly, a bit of history needs to be rehearsed. Jack's father had gone to the Klondike, at the time of the great gold excitement in 1897. There he had met poor success, and, later, falling in with a sailor who told alluring and wild stories of certain pearl is lands in the South Pacific, where fortunes could be made easily, Jack's father, and others, had chartered a crazy old schooner and had sailed away for these islands. That was six years and more ago now, and from the time of the sailing not a word had come from Mr. Lightfoot. Jack's mother had hoped against hope, as the years went by; feeling that her husband must be dead, yet re fusing to believe it, clinging with a wildness and yearn ing that cannot be described to the hope which her reason told her was almost without foundation. And now on that scrap of paper which had fallen from the hand of a man whom Jack was convinced was Boralmo was the name of Jack's father Apparently, from the way it had been set down there, with other words that had no meaning for Jack, Bo ral mo had not intended to use that bit of paper in writ ing the note he meant for Reel, but had done so inad vertently Jack knew that Boralmo and Reel Snodgrass had come from Bombay. No doubt they had crossed the Pacific in doing so. Was it possible, then, that they had fallen in with Jack's father, or had heard from him, or of him? And what did those words mean on the paper appar ently interi.cled for Reel-those words which read: "I think it will be well for you to show him those papers." From the context, the "him" mentioned here was Jack Lightfoot. What were in those papers? Reel was not to be seen on the grounds, and per haps had departed, for Jack's roving eyes had not been able to locate him. The game had begun before Jack could make any investigation. Because of these things, thought of his father was whirling like a mill wheel in his brain, even while he was trying to play baseball, and play it in a way to win the pennant. Jack was beginning to think that he had better get out of the box, thus complying with the demand of some of those shouters, and let Phil Kirtland take his place. Ton1 Lightfoot came to him. "Jack," he said, and he said it earnestly, "you've got to take a brace! We're going to lose this game if you don't. Do you know what a good many of the people are saying?" "What?" said Jack. His face was reel and his heart was pounding heavily. "They're saying that you're trying to lose the game for Cranford, so that you can get the money the aero naut wrote lbout -the betting mo11ey in the safe at the Cranford House. I know better, but they're saying it, and some of them are beginning to believe it. You'll have to pull yourself together, or get out of the box Jack's face changed from red to white. "I'll take a brace," he said, quietly, and Tom went away, but continued to watch him. "Yes, I must do better, or give way to Phil,., was his thought. "This isn't right to the Cranford nine, and to the Cranford people; I've got to brace p !"

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24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Yet two runs had been brought in, an 1 the score had been tied, and was now five to five. The Tidewater batters had long before learned to fear Jack Lightfoot'.s pitching, yet thus far in the game they had not seen anything to be much afraid of. But now they felt a little bewildered, and their old fear of him came back when he put the spit ball into play again, and with his old-time fire and speed again struck three men out straight. Ned Skeen yelled like a Comanche and turned a cart-wheel, as he came in from short to the benches, and every member of the nine was now in a mood of roar ing confidence. The people had apparently forgotten all about the flight of the aeronaut toward the ocean, and Jack's mind was now so taken with the game and his de termination to win the pennant for Cranford that he had no further trouble in keeping it on the work in hand. Brodie now hammered out
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26 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. A g ain th e C r ar.fo r d f::ns howled a !1cl the C r anford flags flutt12rcJ. Sidne y Tal bot was i n center fielcl, .,,-h ere the b all h ad gone, a nd wh ile Lafe w as flyin g a l o n g the b ase line Sidney made a great leap in t o th e air, struc k th e ball with the tip of his fing e r s a n d turn e d h e ad o ver heels. Lafe went on t o sec o n d a n d t h e n started for thi rd Sidney had gathered him s elf together and learned that he was still all in one piece, then had grabbed the ball from the ground and lammed it to the shortst o p, who had run out to get it. It smacked into the hands of s hort, and the latter whizzed it to third, but reliable Lafe was again lucky and ahead of the ball. "Keep 'er goin yelled Jubal, laughing uproar iously. Ned Skeen came to the bat, his name called by the umpire. Polly was again scr eeching wildly as if she knew this was Cranford's batting half of the ninth and that they must do something or agree that they couldn't. But the Cranford fans were not doing all the yell ing. Tidewater was howling, too having, also a real izing sense that things were very close and tickli s h and that a little "luck," or a little slip, might send that much-desired pennant to one side or the other. Lafe was on third when Skeen took up the timber. "Steady, Ned!" called Jack, softly, for he saw that Neel was shaking like an aspen in a gale of wind. Ned was so nervous that he said, afterward, he could hardly see, and that is not a good condition for a bats man to be in. Casey put on steam, and nervous Ned went out be those terrific curves. "One man out!" yelled the Tidewater fans, and they screamed their joy, some of them standing up, as if that would add to the power of their Jung S. Ned slammed Old Wagon Tongue on the as if he had a personal grievance against the old bat, th o ugh anyone will agree that the bat was not to blame, and he went back t o hi s s eat in t h e benche s v ery re d in the face with a w h o l e t hroatfo l of "Howling mackerels!" gurgling for utterance. ')-" ---.. After Neel Skeen c a m e J a c k Li g h tfoot, vvi th L afe o n thi rd bag. J a ck' s face \Yas r ed, a nd he h a d an unc o m fortable feeling that his hear t \\"as b e at i n g all too wil dly. Y e t onc e m o re he pulled hi s courage to g ether re solYing t o get o ne of tho s e swift curves if it wa s within th e range of p oss ibilitie s Even Lafe c ool a s he u s uall y w as, was dancing out fro m third in a way t o s h o w that he, to o was ner vo u s and overanxious. Casey wound up and shot over a curve that jus t / sha v ed the corner of the rubber. Jack did n o t like it, and let it go by, hoping it wa s a "ball," but it was a "strike." Again Kid Casey made that terrific wind-up and sent the ball in. That, too, was a fierce curve. But-crack! Jack reached for it and connected and, dr9 pping the bat as soon as it struck the ball, he leaped fir s t while Lafe, even before bat and ball c o llided \\"aS jumping along the third-ba s e line for h o me, with all th e Cranford fans standing on their f e et n o w, h o wling in g a s if they were lunatic s jus t e s caped from s o me a s ylum. Jack' s line drive had g o ne into deep right, and he went to sec o nd and then on t o ward third, while Wil son Crane had run down to third to coach. The fielder with the ball was at Jack s back. "Slide! Wilson screamed, making vigorou s m o tions with his hands. "Slide-slide!" Jack threw him s elf in a terrific s lide, fairly s h ooting through the air, headfir s t, t oward the bag He seemed so like a comet, c o ming in that manner, that the man on the bag sidestepped to get out of the way. Smack! The ball was in the bagrnan's mitt. "Safe on third!" roared the ump i re The n t h e Cran fo r d fa n s h ow led a gain, and little Nat, sta n d i ng u p w ith Polly eleva t ed o n h is s h o ul de r h eld h e r up thus so t h a t h e r cr o akin g "hurra hs 1 would sound all the louder, for they were really quite drowned

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 27 out in the other din that was sweeping over the ball fieJ.d. Jack was on third, and Lafe had brought in a run. Tom Lightfoot-"Safe old Torn," the boys some times called him-came to the bat. Kid Casey's face was as red as fire. He felt that he wa,s being pounded 111 this, which was perhaps his last, chance in the game to do his wizard work in the pitcher's box, for he was "Wizard Casey, of the Four-Town League," and he believed himself to be the greatest pitcher in the league. Perhaps because this made Casey somewhat shaky, Torn Lightfoot got the first ball that came over. It was but a scratch hit, from a spiral that twisted down the first-base line. But, fortunately for Tom and Jack; the right fielder had gone well back, believing that if Tom got the ball at all he would drive it out. Therefore the first bagman had to run for the ball, and before he had time to get back with it, or the sec ond baseman or pitcher could get into place to cover first, Torn was safe on first. As a matter of fact, however, though the pitcher and second baseman ran to cover first, the first baseman, seeing that Tom would get there, shot the ball to the plate. But Jack Lightfoot, coached by Lafe, had made an other glorious slide, and was declared safe by the um pire. In the resultant hurly-burly Tom took second before the ball could be shot to second to cut him off there. Brodie Strawn now hammered out one of those high spirals which he had unfortunately been indulging in throughout the game, and was put out. Then Casey struck out Mack Remington. The side was out. But it had pulled two runs across the rubber in that half of the inning, and Cranford was now two runs in the lead. "Fellows, we can do 'em!" yelled Casey, his face aflame And the Tidewater boys w:ent to the bat in the sec ond half of the inning to make Casey's boast good and "do 'em." But Jack Lightfoot was like Richard of old--he was "himself again." And, with an eye that was true, a nerve that was steady and an arm that had not lost its cunning, he more struck out his three men straight. The howl that floated from the Cranford fans in grand stand and bleachers and out on the field was now one wild yell of victory. For Cranford had won! The pennant was theirs! Lafe took Jack by the arm and walked with him to a position in front of the grand stand. All the nine lined up there. And Mrs. Norwell Strawn, mother of Brodie and Kate-Jack was glad that it was Mrs. Strawn instead of Mrs. Livingston-presented to the nine the beautiful pennant and complimented them upon the splendid work done on the diamond that day. I t Then the enthusiastic members of the nine, led by Lafe Lampton and Tom Lightfoot, picked Jack up bodi ly, despite his protestations, and lifted him to their shoulders, while they howled their joy and the Cran ford fans sang, to the tune of "John Brown's Body": "We've won the bimmed old pennant, in the battle of to-day! Wow I We are marching on!" It was Jack Lightfoot's hour of triumph, and in spite of his protests the uproarious and good-natured crowd carried him off the field. The balloonist, Boralmo in disguise, was not found, and as he did not return to claim the money he was to receive for making the ascension, the papers reported that he had doubtless drifted out to sea in his balloon and been drowned. THE END. \i\/hat the name of Jack's father on the back of the slip of paper signified, and what the sentence meant which referred to certain papers, will be unfolded in next week's number, No. 36, "Jack Lightfoot's Pledge; or, Bound in Honor," which will be found a remarkable story, full of intense interest, and containing certain matters concerning Jack and his father :which yo u should not fai l to know. Be sure to read it.

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-A CtlAT WITH YOU Under this general head we purp ose each week to sit around the camp fire, and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young readers who care to gather there, answering such letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various healthy sports, both indoor and out. we should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publication. It is the editor's de s i re to make this d epar tment one that will be eagerly read from week to week by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of valuable assist ance in building up manly, halthy Sons of America. All letters received will be answered immediat e ly, but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of the date of iss ue Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience THE EorroR. I have read your inter est ing weekly from No. I up, and I think it very fine. Please answer these questions and oblige. Age, rs years; weight, 120 pounds; h eight, s feet s inches; chest, 32 inches; expanded, 33Y, inches; biceps, IO inches; calf, 12Y, inches; neck, 12Y, inches; waist, '270 inches; wrist, 6 inches. 34 Clinton Avenue, Jersey City N. J. "LAFE LAMPTON." Your weight is over the average, but you fall short an inch or more in chest measurement which you should endeavor to gain. Around the waist you excel ; but then, we expect this in a growing lad, with the ordinary love for good "grub.'' I have been a reader of the ALL-SPORTS from No. I to the pres ent. I thought I would write and let you know that every boy in Houston that ha s read the ALL-SPORTS simply thinks it's grand. As for Jack Lightfoot, I think he makes a good captain for the Cranford nine He is not like another character we read abou t in a so-called athletic library, who bosses his players around like he hired them. I would have written to that other publicati o n about this, but it is no good, and I wouldn't waste paper to l et them know my sentiments. My are ALL-SPORTS and T i p Top. I wish to ask you a few que st ions. I. If a n infielder touches a hot liner and lets it go by, and don't get the fellow out that is running to first, is that an error? 2. If you run after a foul in the air and touch it, and miss holding it, that isn't counted an error, is it? Hoping to see this letter in print, I will close. Hope Mr. Stevens will live a long time. My best regards to Mr. Stevens and ALL-SPORTS, WHITE. 1912 Capitol Avenue, Houston, Tex. I. If an infielder touches a batted ball, and fails to hold it, as a usual thing an error may be charged against him ; but there occur many cases where he took great chances in trying to stop the ball, and the official scorer is kind to such a man. It is better to try for everything and make errors than to shirk hot liners. 2. The dropping of a foul by the catcher is no t nece ssar ily an error. Perhaps this is because these erratic balls are so hard to get that the poor catcher, who has plenty of other chances for making errors, would be making a bad showing continually in the error column. Being an ardent admirer of your great weekly, ALL-SPORTS, and having read nearly every other publication of its kind on the market to-day, I take the liberty of writing this letter to you, to express my opinion of both the novel its elf and the author. I consider the ALL-SPORTS WEEKLY the best five-cent publication printed to-day, not even excepting the famous Tip Top. These two books are the only ones which ought to b e allowed to be printed. What the Ameri can youth of to-day needs, above all other things to successfully fight the battle of life, is a good physical consti t ution, together with an honest and courageous determination to do right, and not how to be an I adept in the u se of firearms of all kind s and description s, and the trailing of bank thieve s and murderers Health is what they want, somet hing that can only be obtained in youth, and which is the greatest gift on earth. good athletic stories, containing now and then a spice of mystery and ad venture of the sane order, is what we need; a nd I am s ure that a true American l a d will appreciate this kind of literature. What boy is therein the United States who does not take an interest of some sort in some branch of athletics? Athletics is one of the few things in existence that breeds.competition, and competition is the best stimulant in the world to spur one on to his greatest ability. Hence, we don't want to read about things that are beyond human accomplishment and arc totally unbeneficial. Twcr men have responded to this great neces s ity nobly, namely, Mawice Stevens and Burt L. Standish. Of those named, I consider Mr. Stevens the best, because of his adherence to the subject-athletics. In regard to characters, Mr. Stevens h as them all beat. Jack Lightfoot, the hero of his stories, represents that type of young America that i s bound to be a leader in nearly everything he undertakes. Phil Kirtland, Brodie Strawn, Tom Lightfoot, Wilso n Crane and Ned Skeen are also true repre senta tives of the author's ability. Of the five named, Phil Kirtl a nd is perhap s the best re s ult of his cleverness. A few words should also be said in behalf of his clever conception of a true Yankee lad-J ube Marlin. The la s t mentioned is perhap s fhc best of all when you come to think of it. There are mighty f ew writers who can get that true Yankee drawl down as fine as Mr. Stevens has. As I have taken con siderable space in my lengthy argument, and have about exhausted all that I wish to say, I guess I will close my letter hoping that J ack and his friends will meet with as much success on the football gridiron as they have on the ba seball diamond. Washington, D. C. R. WILLIAMS. This is a very interesting letter, ind eed, which we have read with considerable pleasure. It marks the writer as a close student of human nature. The matter is of suc h a pers o nal and flattering nature that further comment on our part would hardly be the right thing, but we wish to thank Mr. William s cordially. I have read ALL-SPORTS since No. 16, and think it great. I also get the Tip Top /iV eekly. Of the ALL-SPORTS characte rs, I like Tom, Jack, Lafe, Brodie Strawn and Nat Kimball best. I like the baseball stories very much, and h ope Mr. Stevens will give u s some football stories this fall. Well not wishing to make this letter too long, I will close, wishing you the best of luck. Yours truly, G B. S. Chicago, Ill. Brief, but to the point Write again, G. B. S. Should a boy of fourteen be allowed to have a gun? I am very eager to own one, and have saved up enough money to buy what I want, but my mother-I h ave n o father-is timid, and seems afraid I'll hurt myself. Please tell me if a boy of my age isn't old enough to be trusted with firearm s ? I am careful enough, and would never, und er any c ir cumstances, point a gun, wheth e r empty or lo aded, at another person, and couldn't be hired to pull it through a fenc e or ou,t of a boat with the muzzle toward me. But my heart is set on a gun. We have lots of game here. WALTER S. CARSON. Fargo, N. Dak. On the whole, Walter, we should imagine that you are well fitt e d to use a gun, fr o m what you say with regard to yourself. Your mother's anxiety is quite natural, however. Possibly you are her only boy, or, at lea st, the oldest, and she proudly hopes that some day you may fill with credit your father's vacant chair. At the same time she must remember that there setms to be a special Providence that watches over all boys in their sports. To many of us it is a wonder any of them survive the

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. c a u ntl ess chan ces t hey take in th e ir various pastimes. But i f she does consent, b e su re you are always on your guard And again, W a lt e r, m ake up your mind that you will not b uy a shot gun-for we pre s um e th a t i s the kind yo u want-until yo u have mon ey e nough in h and to get one of sterling worth-not a fa n cy gun, but with a good maker's to it. A cheap gun is always dangerous of your excellent week l y given oyer lo it as much as other whe r e the boys were engaged in other s ports. Of course, M r. St evens was considerate enou g h to give up a portion of eac h ba se ball s t o ry to other th i ngs, which partly r edeeme d th e m i n my eyes. I c onsider him t h e be s t writer for you n g peop l e in the country, and thi s without exception. And I ought to know what I am say i ng, for I h ave read another pub l icat i on for s ix years n ow, and fee l myse l f i n a po s i t i on to dec i de I wa n t to ask Mr. Steven s plea se to have m o re about the g i rls in future stories-that is, tho e that a r e located in or near Cranford. Of I h ave a lways lived in the city until when my folks cour se, if Jack and his fri e nd s go away o n a hunting t rip or m oved out on a farm. It took me quite so me time to get u se d a tour of explorati on, we could hardly expect Nellie or Katie to to the change, but n ow I b egin to see I'm going t o like it. T he be m o1c th a n mentioned. Perhaps h e does not imagine that he w o rk is hard, the h ou r s l o ng but I g u ess 1 l ove n ature, b ecause h as ma n y girl r ea ders, but h e would b e s urpri cd if he could I neve r tire of being o ut jn th e woods, a nd every chance I get see h ow the s i ste r s of his boys also eagerly follow Jack's for-to go fishing I'm there with the goods all right. Now, is thi s tunes. Do, please, Mr. Stevens, give u s m ore s t ories in which anything queer for a boy? brother, who is jus t crazy over the girls have a part. A GIRL WITH GRAY EYES. books, and believes in improving his mind eve r y s p a r e minute L eavenworth, Kan. tells me I'm just wasting m y time, and prep a rin g my se lf to be a d r o n e in the wo rld. I want t o ask yo u if what h e says i s W e ll, we can easily unders tand ho w our fair corresponde n t true? I do all th e wprk give n to me, and do i t well. But my w ou ld prefer o th e r stories to th ose devoted to baseball. We heart is o n the hour of fis hing, a nd I would s hort e n my n ight' s trus t Gray Eyes doe s not fe e l so badl y about football, becau s e sleep rather th a n g ive that up. I'm fond of ALL-SPORTS-even we anticipate h a ving about half a dozen number s g i ven up to t h e my s tudi ous brother read s that every week. P l ease advi s e me as soo n as possible, for I want to do the right thing. great college game We ha v e laid your reque s t befo r e t h e Muscatine, Ia. A HAWKEYE BoY. genia l author, and expect that he will endeavor to favo r yo u. You are d oing the right thing now. Any b oy who comp l etes his task and does hi s work well should be allowe d to see k the peculiar kind of r ecreat i on that will thrill him with plea sure and make him forget he is t ir e d Your brother follows hi s bent in reading, and he has n ot hing to do with your choice s o long as it i s lawful. And, depend o n il, among those who love to angle t o-day you will find a ho s t of illu s trious names, from Roosevelt and Cleveland down. You are m good company, young Hawkeye. I am a n admirer of ALL-SPORTS, and I have every number from th e b egi nnin g As I have see n n o l e tt e r from thi s place, I thought I would write a nd tell you t h a t we lik e your weekly very much clown h ere. Only yo u ought l o have a Southern b oy in it. Such a thin g would w in yo u m a ny r ea d e r s in Dixie, because, you know, we'd rather r ead about the a\lventures of a boy who lived in th e South th an a n yth ing else. Can you plea s e tell me where I ca n get an outfit for a little "gym"? Some of us are talking of doing like Jack an d his f ellow did, if we find we hav e enough m oney saved up. We already h ave a place well fitted for th e busin ess, and ow n s u c h thing s as boxing g l oves, Indian clubs and weights JOS EPH L. CARBODY Atlanta, Ga. P e rhap s at so me tim e in the n ea r future Mt'. S t e ve n s max see fit lo s upply the d e ficien cy, as y o u consider it, in his stories, by introducing a b oy from Dixie. The idea i s a good one, and you can d epe nd upon it th a t if he d ocs this, y ou will have a ch arac t e r to ad mire. A s to secur in g the various thing s that are useful in a gymnasium, write to Spalding Bros., in New York, for their catalogue of good s in that line, together with prices for the sa me. Please Jet me know how I sta nd with r ega rd to my measurement I a m 5 feel 4Y, in ches t all and weigh II3 pound s Ch est at norm a l 34 inch es ; wai s t, 26Y, inches; hip s 32 inches; 19 inch es a nd c a lve s 14 inche s I have t r ied t o take goo d care of my se lf for se v e ral y e a r s back. HALFBACK. Hackensack, N. J. And you certainly have done it, you n g fellow. Indeed we do not believe you could improve on it in the lea s t for your measurements are s o near t he standard of an average athlete of your h eight that we feel di s p ose d lo mark you down at one hundred per cent. right in the s t a rt. Go up h ea d, Halfback You are a cred i t to the a t hletic teaching o f suc h boys' p a per s as believe in a clean mind and a h ea lthy body. We o nly wis h there weni" many more like you. am glad tint the b asebal l s e as on i n ea rly ove r, b ecause not caring for th e game, I have not e njoyed th e many numbers Will you ple a e tell m e h o w I can grow tall er? I am un usu a lly s hort, an d envy the f e ll ows \Yho arc head and s hould e rs a b ove me They make fun of me, so metimes, too, which makes me m ad. I'd do a l o t to grow faster. I a m v ery fond of ALL SPORTS, rnd you give s uch good advice, 1 thought I wouid write and see 1f there \\'as any way o f my getting taller. Plea se do not print my name I am twelve years old. ANxrou s East Orange, N. J While we sym pathi ze wi th you, it is im p ossi b le for us to .tell you how to beat nature a t her game. could give you any amount of good advice on h o w to take on fles h or get thin, h ow to increase the s ize of your chest or deve l op your muscles; but you reme mber wh ere the G oo d Bo o k says : "For which of yo u by takin g thought can increa s e hi s stature o ne cubit?" However don t d espair. Giving your age was apparently an afterthought with you, but it is a very import a nt point with us, for it tell s u s you have not yet re ac h e d the period u s ually in the n e ighborhood of fourteen when boys and girls take on a sudde n growing streak and mount upward at a wonde r ful rate. L ive a regu l a r life, eat lcarti l y m1d take plenty of outdoor exer c i se, and we h ave fa i t h t o b e l ieve that ol d Dam e Nature w ill h e lp you out p r e se n t ly. I am inclo sing my measurements for you to decide in what I am l acking. Also, tell me what t o do in o rder to toe the mark, if I sh o uld b e short in any one thing. I am surprised that y o u sho uld so often mention Tip Top Weekly so favorab l y in your publi cat i o n As a u s u a l th ing New York publishers i gnore each other. How is it, Mr. Editor? Now as to my s elf. I am 16 years o ld 5 feet 6 inches in h e ight and we i g h 123 pounds. My chest measures 34 inche s ; w a i s t, 28 inches, and calves, 14 inches, s cant. I have very large lungs, and can blow up a football with one b r eat h whic h none of my boy friend s seem ab l e to do. SANDWITH CLARKE. Des Moi n es la. You'r e a ll to the good, S a nd w i th, save t h at you l ack a full i nch i n you r chest mea s urement. Suppo s e you put your g r ea t pow e r s o f lung inflation to some good service, and increase you r girth in that particular unt i l the tap e tells y o u th i rty-five inch es. As to your query, we have been expecting it for some time. That other publication has for n ea rly ten yeats been t h e one idea l boys' pub l ication in Am e rica, and, under the be l ief that the r e was room for another, we started ALL-SPORTS. The suc cess attending our efforts h as been m o r e than gratifyin g to us. We are n o t a sh ame d to follow in the footsteps of a w o r thy l ea d e r, and we hope so me clay to even wres t the l aure l s from t he one that has so long bee n first.

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30 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY tlOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hints upon various athletic sports and pastimes, in which our are u sually deeply int e re sted, and told in a way that may be easily underatood. In structive articles may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, follows : No. 14, "How to Be come a Batter." No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "Ho w to Cover First Base." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop." No. 18, "Pitching." No. 19, "Pitching Curves No. 20, "The Pitcher' s Team Work." No. 21, "Playing Second Base." No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, "Playing the Outfield No. 24, "How to Catch."
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r '!:':,..,.,,..,, STIRRING SEA TALES PAUL JONES W EEKLY Stories of the adventures of the gallant American hero, Paul Jones, in the battles he pad with the British men-'o-war, during the Revolution. The history of his brave deeds forms some of the most interesting and brilliant pages in American history, and the stories which appear in the "Paul Jones Weekly" are so fascinating and full of the spirit of patriotism that no real boy can resist the temptation to read them. LIST OF TITLES 1. Paul Jones' Cruise for Glory ; or, The Sign of the Rattlesnake 2. Paul Jones at Bay ; or, Striking a Blow for Liberty 3. Paul Jones' Pledge ; or, The Tiger of the Atlantic 4. Paul Jones' Bold Swoop ; or, Cutting Out a British Supply Ship, 5. Paul Jones' Strategy; or, Outwitting the Fleets of Old England 6. Paul Jones' Long Chase ; or, The Last Shot in the Locker 7. Out With Paul Jones ; or, Giving Them a Bad Fright Along the English Coast 8. Paul. Jones Afloat and Ashore; Stirring Adventures or, m London Town l PRICE, FIVE CENTS Per sale by an. newsdealers, or sent postpaid by the publishers upon receipt of price The Winner Library Co., 165 West 15th St., New York

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, COl\t't:E BOYS, 001\t't: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 mystery, don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story is of generous length. You are looking for a big five cents worth of good reading and y:ou can g e t it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get LIBRARY. Like other good things it has its imitations. 1-Jack Lightfoot'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-Jack Ljghtfoot's Athletic Tournament; or, Breaking the Record Quarter Mile Dash. 5-Jack Lightfoot in the Woods; or, Taking the Hermit Trout of Simms' Hole. &-Jack Lightfoot's Trump Curve; or, The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League. ?-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. 9-Jack Lightfoot, The Young Naturalist; or, The of Thunder Mountain. Io-Jack Lightfoot's Team-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. II-Jack Lightfost's Home Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-Jack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Hap pened on a Century Run. 13-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, A Young Athlete Among the Hoboes. 14-Jack Lightfoot, the Magician; or, Quelling a Mutiny in the Nine. 15-Jack Lightfoot's Lightning Battery; or, Kid naping a Star Pitcher. 16--Jack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-an
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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 the All-Sports Library. The stories will deal "Teach the Ameri'with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read, there-can boy how to become an at It!ete and so lay til e foundation of a co11fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that is new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. stz'tution greate r than 'w th a t of the Uni't e d States." Wise sayings LIKE all other good things The All-Sports Library has its imitations. We warn our boys to be careful not to be taken in from Tip To/J. ;o W E think that the abov e o quotation from the famby these counterfeits. Be sure to get The A !!-Spo r ts Lt'.brary ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the All-Sports Lz'brary is attempting to do. We as no other can compare by all news-firmly believe that if the American boy of to-day can only be made to realize how surely the All-Sports Library will give him an insight into all matters relating to athletics, our library will attain the mightiest circulation reacbed by any publication for boys. dealers, or sent, postpat'd by I h e publz'slt e rs upon re c eipt of p rice. PR.ICE J T would be hard to find a boy who is not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools .have baseball, hockey, football and track teams and when these teams play their rivals, interest runs high indeed. -L THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West F ifteenth Street I ; I NEW YORK


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