Jack Lightfoot's hazing; or, Tricking the tricksters

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P bli h N t "Teacll tile American 'floy llow to 'beeome -atfltete, ana 'lay tile found'atlon for a Constrh1tlon creater tban ma u IS ers 0 e. of the United 5tates."WlllO Nylngs from "Tip Top." There bu never been a time when the boys of thi srut country took so keen an Interest In all manly and bealthirlvlnir sport.s u they do to-day. As proof of this witness the record-brealdnir thronir that attend college struggles on the irrldlron, u well u athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude of other channels this love for the "life strenuou.s" Is making Itself manifest, so that, u a nation, we are rapidly forirlng to the front a.s seekers of honest 1port. Recognlzh1g this "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that the time bu arrived to irtve this vut army of young entbuiluts a publication devoted exclusively to invlgoratlnir out-door life. We feel we are Justified In anticipating a warm resl>onse from 011r sturdy American boys, who are .sure to revel In the stirring phases of sport and adventure, through which our cbaracter.s pass from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY Issiu:d Weellly. B y S ubscri p tio n / 2.50 per year. E ntered accordin.rr to Act of Congress in tlte yea r 1Qo6, i n tlt e offic e of t h e L i b rarian of Congress, Washi n g-ton .D. c., by THE WINNER L I B R A R Y Co., 1 6 5 W est Fift e entlz St., New Y ork,N. Y. No. 53. NEW YORK, February 10, 1906. Price Five Cents. JACK L16HTFOOT''S HAZIN6; OR, Tricking the Tricksters. By MAURICE STEVENr CHARACTRS IN THIS STORY. Jack Ugbtfoot, who after proving himsel f t o be the best a u .round athlete in Cranford or vicinity, and a natural leader, bad come to Scagirt t o enter t h e aeademy ther e with the intent io n o f fittin g himself fo r college. Jack was a l a d clear of eye. c lean of speech, and, after he had conquered a few o f hi s faults possessed a f a c ulty fo r doingt lzing-s whil e oth e r s were t a lking, that by deg rees caused him to be looke d upon a s the natural leader in all the s ports Young America delights i n a boy w h o, in learni n g t o conquer h im self put the powe r i nto his hands t o wrest v i c t o r y from oth e r s. Lafe Lampton, a b i g hulki n g c h a p, with a n ever present craving for to eat. Lafe a lways had his appetite a l o ng, and proved himself Jack s loyal frien d through thick and thin. He could aiso do a few other t h i ngs besides eat, as the r eader may soon discover. Professor Phineas Chubb, prin cipal of Seagir t Academ y, a fat pompous m a n. Professor Titus Lazenby, Chubb's assis tant, called Professor Gregory Smoot, tho b lue.coated "watchdog" a n d call-boy, who guarded t h e approach t o Cbu b b's "snuggery"-a sleep y fellow who live d under a per p e t u a l threat o f b e i n g "fired" from his:position. Lee Willls, a new student from the "sunn1 Soutb", fill e d w i t h a fine sense o f his h onor, and for "duels' a n d such t h in g s Ben Birkett, a youth who bad once been Jack' s bitter foe i n Cran ford. Sidney Percival, Kid Kennedy, Jullan Olaze, a tri o of s t udents who thought t o l a k e J ack down a peg o r two Kitty Percival, a pre t t y g irl w h ose Jack mad e under circumstances, and who seeme to take a dee p interest i n CHAPTER I. THE LONE FISHERMAN. Lafe Lampton would fight at the drop of a hat in de fense of a friend; and, if that friend happened to be Jack Lightfoot, he would probably be fighting e v en before the hat had a chance to reach the ground. But when he alone was concerned he was at times wonder full y c o mplaisant; and with a grin would bear things that an other of more peppery disposition w ould n ot have stood. Hence it came about that when Kid Kennedy, the leader of a certain element at Seagirt Academy, pro ceeded to "hav e fun with Lafe, they disc o vered that Lafe and Jack were not at all alike, even though they were such close friends. u Sure s aid Lafe, when they told him he was but an angle worm. "I knew that before ypu said it." ''You know, of course," said Kennedy, speaking t;uculently, "that as a uew m a n h e re you 've got to take


2 ALL-SPORTS -LIBRARY. your medicine, ana you might as well take it without any kicking." "Sure," said Lafe; "I've just been waiting round for you fellows to come ta me and tell what I'm to do." They were standing on the street some distance from the academy, and close to the trolley-line. A car was coming. "You see that street corner over there," said Ken nedy, pointing. "Sure thing! Want me to walk over there?" "'vVe want you to walk over there, climb into that tree by the track, and when the street-car stops at the crossing, as it always does, you're to slide fron;i the tree down onto the top of the car." Lafe grinned. "That's all? That's dead easy." "And then y.ou're to pretend to be fishing with the trolley-pole and line. And after awhile you're to swing down enter the car and go through it, and try to sell these fish-that you've caught, you know-to the passengers." Kennedy produced a string of "fish." They were of metal, being merely toy fish, such as are purchased for the amusement of children. Lafe grinned again. "Oh, say, that will be great!" he cried, clutching the string of "fish." "I bet I get more fun out of this than you do." Forthwith he started for the crossing, with a backward glance at the approaching trolley-car. Kid Kennedy, Sid Percival, Julian Glaze, and some others who composed the crowd that had surrounded Laf_e, followed quickly; and be knew it was their in tention to enter the car, and there observe that he obeyed instructions to the letter. There was a wide smile on Lafe's face as he raced along with that dangling string of "fish," and pro ceeded to climb the tree with much agility. For Lafe, this was fun. He did not object at au to this; and they had been sure he would. They had anticipated a fight perhaps, or something of the kind; hence they were not a little surprised when Lafe accepted with such alacrity. They felt quite sure that Jack Lightfoot would have refused outright. They were smiling as broadly beneath the tree as Lafe was smiling in the bare branches above, when the trolley-car drew up and sfopped at the crossing. The motorman and conductor had not observed the young fell ow in the tree nor had any of the pas sengers. Before the car started on again Lafe slipped with soft feet down to the top of the car, and, squatting there, t o ok hold of the trolley-pole, and began to go through the motions of fishing as well as he could with a pole and line as rigid as that. Now and then when the car swung on and passed groups of people, Lafe made a frantic pretense of reeling in the line; and then would catch up one of the metal fish, make the motions of extracting a hook from its mouth, and would hold it up exultantly. The conductor and motorman, not knowing what was taking place on top of the car, must have been puzzled now and then by the smiles bent on the car by pedestrians, and by the pointing fingers and loud laugh ter. Lafe was having "fun" up there. He really enjoyed it. And, always, when he held up a "freshly-caught fish," he executed a light dance on the roof of the car 1nd expanded his mouth in a wide grin. He was thus performing when he was seen by Jack Jack was standing on one of the street corners with Kitty Percival. Kitty was on her way to school-the school she at tended opening its doors earlier than the academy; and Jack, having encountered her as she walked toward the car line, had sauntered with her to that corner. The reader may guess whether that encounter had been wholly accidental on Jack's part. I refuse at this stage of the game to say; though I may have a word or two on the subject in a later chapter. \Vhether it was an "accident" or not, Kitty Percival was apparently not at all displeased to see this hand some youth from Cranford; and her manner was bright and gay, as she walked on wit h him toward the cross ing. She was a very beautiful girl, Jack thought, wi t h laughing eyes of blue and a hint of gold in the brown of her hair. Jack had saved her life when it was threatened by a fast express-train on a high tttestle, and that was a thing she was not likely t

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 La fe held up the string of fish, and spread his mouth i n a wide grin, at the same time rubbing his hand round o n his stomach to indicate that he expected to enjoy a feast from those fish. The pe o ple in the car, with the exception of Kid Kennedy and his "committee," were still ignorant of Lafe's presence on t o p of the car ; but shortly after Jack and Kitty Percival had entered, Lafe swung down from the roof and came into the car himself, carrying his string of fish. Kennedy had stared with jealous hate at Jack, when he saw him with Kitty Percival; yet Jack had affected n o t t o kn o w that Kennedy wa s within a hundred miles and had talked ceaselessly with the girl, as much for the purpose of angering Kennedy as because he had anything to say. "Fresh fish!" said Lafe, swinging through the aisle, and stopping before each passenger. "Fresh fish, cheap. Who wants some fresh fish?" Kennedy had almost forgotten the "fun" he was g o ing to have with Lafe, in the jealousy that now trou bled him. He fancied he had some sort of claim on Kitty Percival; in fact, he had spoken of her to other fellows as his "girl;" and that those fellows should now see her laughing and talking with Jack Light foot, who had suddenly become his bitterest enemy, was gall and wormwood. He knew what the fellows would think, even though fear of him might keep them from saying it. Lafe came up to Kennedy with his "fish." "Fresh fuh !" he cried, swinging them in Kennedy's face. "\!\That are they?" asked Kennedy, trying to laugh. "Suckers?" "No, they're for suckers! Have some?" Kennedy's face was already flushed, but it grew red der, and then fiery when he saw that Kitty Percival had smllec;l at Lafe Lampton's witticism. "Take 'em away! he growled angrily. Lafe swung the fish into the faces of the other mem bers of the "committee" that had been selected to fol low and watch him and observe that he complied with all the requirements "Fresh fish!" he bawled. "They're not suckers, but they're for suckers! Have some?" Kitty Percival laughed until there seemed to be tears in her blue eyes, and Jack could not help laughing with her ; and he lau g hed the more merel y for th e p urpose of irritating Kenn e d y and his com m ittee, when he s aw that it annoyed them The p e ople in the car joined in the fun. They were familiar with the antics of the students of Seagiri: Academy ; and, therefore, they knew at once that Lafe was a new student who was being made by the older students to do certain ridiculous "stunts," of which this was one. The conductor knew the same, and, though he col lected a fare of Lafe, and Lafe tried to pay it with one of the fish, which of course, the conductor refused, he did not interfere with Lafe's merriment but only smiled with the rest. "Fresh fish! cried Lafe, like a regular fish-seller, as he.paraded the car, offering his wares to every one. He came up t o Jack and Kitty Percival. "Fresh fish!" he called, swinging the string before them "You know they're fresh, for you saw me catching them." When Jack and Kitty got off, a few streets above, for there she had to alight, as it was the nearest point to the school, Lafe was still trying to sell his "fish" to the people in the car. Kitty was still laughing, and Jack seemed to be in a merry mood. With pleasure he had observed the glum and angry look given him by Kid Kennedy and seen how the com mittee, which had expected to have such "fun" with Lafe, was having the tables turned on it. And he laughed heartily again, with a feeling of satisfaction, as he walked by the side of Kitty Percival in the direc tion of her school. CHAPTER IL THE ANONYMOUS LETTER. Jack Lightfoot had come to Seagirt Academy from Cranford but a few days before, being followed shortly by Lafe Lampton, Jack's object in rntering this excel lent preparatory scho o l being to fit himself for college. The principal of the school was Professor Phineas Chubb, and he had for assistant Professor Titus La zenby, with both of whom the reader became acquainted in the preceding story. A thing had happened shortly after Jack's arrival at the academy which tended to prejudice him in the minds of the principal and his assistant. There had been a fight, not of Jack's choosing, in one of the dormitory rooms, in which Jack had fought and whipped Kid Kennedy Jack had been lured to that room by protestations of friendship, and by an i nvitation to a "spread On going there he had found hennerl Sid Pe:rciYal, J ulian Glaze, and Ben Birkett, wit h others, enjoying a feast which had been provided by money obtained from Jack by deceit.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Then Jack had been forced into the fight with Kid Kennedy. He had the grim satisfaction of knowing afterward that Kid Kennedy and the latter's friends had been taught something of a lesson, which they much needed. One result of that fight had been to make Kid Ken nedy Jack's bitterest enemy qt Seagirt. Kennedy had not liked Jack before that, b1ut now the feeling was hate. Another result of the fight had not been pleasant for Jack. Being the last to leave the room when an alarm was sounded, he had been seen in the corridor, as he tried to escape, by Professor Chubb and Professpr Lazenby. In addition, some one had recklessly butted his head into the fat and protuberant stomach of Professor Chubb. The thing had been done in the darkness, and Chubb was inclined to hold that against Jack, though the latter had denied all knowledge of it. Such was the condition of things, with suspicions and charges hanging over Jack Lightfoot, when, on the morning in which the present story opens, Professor Chubb received this communication: "PROFESSOR CHUBB: Jack Lightfoot was overheard on the campus yesterday afternoon boasting of the fact that he had struck you in the stomach, when he came out of that corridor in the dormitory. I have under stood that he claims the thing was done by Kid Ken nedy or Sid Percival ; and that you may really know who did it I write this. As I do not care to gain his enmity, I think I had better sign myself merely as "A FRIEND." Professor Chubb found this lying on the desk of his room at the academy, and, hooking his big glasses over his big nose, he read it carefully, with a frown. He did not recognize the handwriting. "Smoot!" called Professor Chubb impatiently, look ing toward the door. When this was not immediately answered he banged the thick aim of his hand down on a silver call-bell which rested on his desk, and a young man came in hurriedly, rubbing his eyes as if he had been asleep. "Yes, sir," he said, standing before the desk. Gregory Smoot, who now stood before Professor Chubb, was the young man whom Jack had met at the entrance to this room when he first came to the acad emy. Smoot was the watch-dog that guarded the ap proaches to Professor Chubb, and as a sort of livery he was dressed in blue. He held his blue cap now in his hand, and stood at attention before the high desk. "Smoot," said the professor, "did you see any one come into this room a minute or so ago?" "No, sir," Smoot answered. It may be said here, to save the trouble of saying it elsewhere, that Gregory Smoot was of ten called by the students, with much disr espect, "Snoot," instead of Smoot; and it was not an inapt name, for his nose was even more prominent than that of the professor. And another thing worth mentioning is, that it was notorious throughout the academy that Smoot could not keep awake more than an hour or so at a time, un less matters of great importance pressed on his mind. His was not an alert brain, as may be imagined. But he was not one of the students, and not much brains were required to do the things he was set to accomplish. "You're sure that no one came into this room a min ute or so ago, while I was absent from it?" Chubb in sisted. He looked inquiringly at Smoot's sleepy eyes. "Quite sure, sir." "You weren't asleep, as usual, out in the hall?" "No, sir." "You're positive of that?" "Yes, sir." "Then how did this communication come to be on my desk?" Chubb demanded. "It was not here when I went out, and when I came back I found it. Some one placed it here, and, to do so, had to get into the room, and to get into the room had to come through that hall where you were. Smoot, I find you have been sleeping again at your post of duty. Remember, sir, if this occurs but once more I shall discharge you." "Yes, sir," said Smoot. He had heard that threat every day, and sometimes more than once a day, and it had lost its ability to frighten him. "Yes, sir," he repeated, standing before the desk and ducking. "No one passed you in the hall?" "I didn't see any one, sir." "You didn't see Mr. Kennedy out there?" "No, sir." "Nor Mr. Percival?" "No, sir." "You may go, and send in Professor Lazenby Lazenby was as different in every way from Professor Chubb as can be imagined. He was lean and dry, with dusty hair. His black clotning looked as if it had hung for years in some dry and dusty closet. The students of ten spoke of him as "Professor Dry-as dust," and the name was more befitting than "Snoot" was for the call-boy and servant who had just quitted the room.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 When Lazenby came into the room and stood before the high desk Chubb again hooked his big glasses on his nose and fired at him much the same questions; and then showed him the letter. Chubb had flushed rosily, for the recollection of that heavy punch in the stomach was not a pleasant one. "You know that Jack Lightfoot has derried all knowl edge of that," he said, as Lazenby glanced at the letter. "So, what dd you think of this?" "It's anonymous, sir," said "So I observed." "And an anonymous communication is always a cowardly one, written by some one who fears to back his words." "My opinio exactly, Lazenby; you have ex_pressed my exact thought" "I do not recognize the hand,vriting," said Lazenby, squinting at the letters. "It is disguised, no doubt." "And the wish of the one who sent it, Lazenby?" "To injure Jack Lightfoot." "Would Percival, or Kennedy, have sent it?" "They might, sir." "But you cannot identify the handwriting?" "No, sir." "Very good, Lazenby. Send in Smoot again." When Gregory Smoot reappeared Professor Chubb dt!spatched him in search of Jack Lightfoot Thus it came about that Jack dis covered that such a n ote had been written, and was given a chance to see it; and he stored the peculiarity of the handwriting in his retentive memory. "I shall not ask you, Mr. Lightfoot, if you did the thing which is here charged against you," said Chubb, "for y o u have already told me you did not; but I will ask you i! there is any student who, in your opinion, would thus seek to injure you?" "I couldn't name any one," was his answer. "You have some enemies here?'' "There are some students here who may, perhaps, not like me." "'ill you name them?" "I should prefer not to. It might turn suspicion against the wrong ones, you will see." Chubb studied the face of the youth before him. He had not learned to like Jack Lightfoot. Jack); en trance into the academy seemed to have been a dis turbing influence. He recalled that when he had ques tioned Jack concerning the fellows who had been at that "feast," Jack had refused to give names, just as now. Nor had Jack explained in a satisfactory manner why he had been in that room, and why he had been engaged in a fight there. Discipline was a thing which Chubb demanded, and he had hinted to Jack that if he did not answer ques tions asked him he might be dismissed from the acad emy. But now, as he studied Jack's open, manly face, his honest bearing, and his general air of self-respect, Chubb did not force the question He merely said : 1 "Mr. Lightfoot, I shall investigate this matter. Dis cipline is a thing that must be maintained at this acad emy. I will admit that I do not attach much signifi cance to any anonymous communication, for it seems to me that the fellow who is enough of a coward to send an anonymous letter is coward enough to lie in what he says in it. But at the same time, I am free to say that I do not like the stubbornness which you show, and have shown, when I have asked you ques tions. I do not approve of this so-called 'code of honor' which students hold, which prevents them giv ing the name of a student who may have violated the laws of the academy." When Jack went out, he encountered Lafe Lampton. Not an hour befo e, Lafe had been "fishing" on top of that trolley-car, and Jack had been in the company of Kitty Percival. "Did he skin you?" Lafe asked anxiously. "No." "More examinations?" "I think not." "Well, say, there are going to be some more for me! I don't know yet whether I belong here or not. I'm al ready conditioned in Greek and physics. If I fail, back to the woods for me." Yet Lafe did not seem to be alarmed at the outlook. Jack hooked his arm in Lafe's, and, as they walked away together, he told Lafe of the anonymous letter. "Jiminy crickets!" said Lafe. "That was a cowardly trick!" "Who is the coward ?'.' "Kid Kennedy, or Sid Percival." "Or, perhaps, Ben Birkett," Jack suggested. CHAPTER III. BEN BIRKETT. When Jack had encountered Ben Birkett in that room in the dormitory where the fight with Kid Ken nedy afterward took place, and saw that Birkett was


6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. one of the leading spirits, he reached the natural con clusion that Birkett was a student at the academy. Later, he discovered that this was not so. Birkett was stopping in Seagirt, and had become acquainted with Kennedy and some others who were students, and had been by them invited to that "feast." It was Birkett's desire to involve Jack Lightfoot in trouble. Hence he and some others had accused Jack of stealing a pair of skates that had not been stolen at alt'; and, on the strength of it, they had attacked Jack out by the skating pond, with a result to themselves which was far from satisfactory. It had been as much of a surprise to Lafe Lampton as to Jack, to learn that Ben Birkett was in Seagirt. True, being a rolling stone since his departure from Cranford, where he had been a student for a time, and, until run out of the place by Jack Lightfoot, Bir kett was as likely to appear in Seagirt as ;;tnywhere else. Birkett, it seemed ) had secured a position in an office in Seagirt. That he was dishonest to the core, Jack knew; but did not consider it his place to say so to any one; nor would he seek to put a straw in Birkett's way, if the latter had turned over a new leaf and was now honestly striving to live a decent life. Birkett might, had he been wise, have taken a lesson from the past, and so have let Jack Lightfoot severely alone. But hatred of Jack, whom he accused wrong fully of being the author of all his misfortunes, would not permit him to do that. Another whom Birkett hated almost as much as he did Jack was Lafe Lampton, merely because Lafe had always been Jack's friend and had stood by him through thick and thin. Birkett was resolved to disgrace and humiliate them both; yet how to do it was the thing that troubled him. Lafe had separated from Jack on the campus, and, not ten minutes later, he encountered Birkett out near the street-car line. There was a sudden flash of Lafe's sky-blue eyes, when he met Birkett. "See here, Birkett," he said roughly, "why did you send an anonymous note to Professor Chubb about Jack? That was a low-down, dirty trick; and if you hadn't been a sneak and a coward you wouldn't have done it." Lafe did not know certainly that Birkett had sent the note, but the thought that perhaps Birkett had done so became almost a belief as soon as he saw him. Birkett flushed so guiltily that Lafe knew he had struck home. "There's no use to deny it," said Lafe, when Birkett flushed. "I know that you sent it. What did you do it for?" "I don't know what you're talking about," Birkett answered. "Keep away from me!" he added, as Lafe advanced. But Lafe stepped up to him, fists clenched. "Birkett," he cried, and his white teeth gleamed, while his blue eyes glowed, "you made trouble for Jack over in <;:ranford, and you're startirtk in to make trouble for him here; but just remember that the thing won't go!" "Why, I'm not afraid of yoit!" blustered Birkett, at the same time backing away. "You sent that anonymous letter!" "I didn't.'' "You won't deny to me that you've tried to injure Jack?" "Hasn't he injured me-ruined me?" Birkett flashed back. "You seem to be wearing pretty good clothes, and to have a good position here. I don't see how he has ruined you." "But see what he did for me at Cranford !" "You mean what you did for yourself. You tried to get him into trouble there, and when your mean ness was exposed you were mighty quick to get out of the school and out of the town. Even your own father saw that you had been in the wrong and threw you overboard." "He merely thought I was in the wrong," Birkett fumed, growing white in the face. "Jack Lightfoot made him believe that; or the things Jack said, or re ported, made him believe it. I left home, and roamed about, and--" "And began to drink and to make a jackass of yourself generally." "It was all Jack Lightfoot's fault," Birkett insisted. "That you drank and made an idiot of yourself ?" "It was his fault that I got into trouble; and I drank because I was in troub!e." "And went to the dogs generally," said Lafe. "I managed to live," said Birkett. "And now I'tp here, and have got this position, and am doing well enough. Then you and Jack Lightfoot had to come here, and--" "Would that hurt you?'' "Well, yes; for you two will be sure to bfol) .of what you know, and of what you think you know, and I'll get into trouble with the men I'm working for. I ex pect to receive notice to quit any day, since you fel lows have showed up here."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY 7 His tone was Lafe unclenched his fists and thrust his hands down into his trousers pockets. "See here, Birkett," he began, "you don't know Jack Lightfoot, and you don't know me, if you think we're that kind. Jack would be the last person in the world to say a word to injure you, and I would. If you feared Jack for what he might tell about you, why didn't you keep away from him? Why did you go to kicking up trouble for him as soon as he came here?" "Because he has injured me," Birkett replied savagely. "And you intend to keep it up ?" Birkett hesitated. "It's nothing to you whether I do or not," he said, temponzmg. "You just keep out of my road and I won't trouble you, that's all." Lafe's hands came out of his pockets, and were clenched again. "It's not all, Birkett," he warned. "When you mix with Jack you mix with me. I'm giving you fair warn ing, understand. If you're wise you'll drop out of this whole business. You'll let Jack alone." "You don't think that you and Jack can come here and not have the students play horse with you?" said Birkett, with a sneer. / "Of course not; but you're not one of the students. We'll stand things from them that we wouldn't stand from an outsider." "Bah! What will you do?" said Birkett contemptu ously, though he still backed away. "What will I do?" Lafe sh o uted, his voice ringing again. "I'll hammer your face in!" "Bah!" sneered Birkett, still retreating. But when Lafe seemed about to begin that face-ham mering work right then and there, he broke into a run, and hastened to catch the trolley-car that, to his great relief, came whizzing just then along the track. CHAPTER IV. BEN BIRKETT TRAPPEL. Shortly after the noon hour Ben Birkett was back in the vicinity of the academy and he was hoping to se cure a private interv iew with Jack. Tho ugh Birkett had s ecured a position with a reputable firm in the t own o f Sea g irt and received fair p ay for his w o rk he was a lwa y s in chronic need of money, due to gambling and his expensive habits. Havin g h eard that Jack s father ha

8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. luring him on. He recalled his talk with Lafe, and knew Lafe was sure now that he-Birkett-had sent that anonymous letter. He expected exposure to fol low; and, if exposure must come, he wanted to profit by it. He wondered how Lafe knew he was the guilty person. Having entered the academy grounds, he made his way toward the dormitory in which he knew Jack had a room. He was familiar with the location of that room, even though he had never been to it, having gained that knowledge on the night of the "feast" to which Jack; had been inveigled. He walked slowly now, glancing about. The grounds of the academy were US\:lally open to all comers, but the dormitories and other places could not be so readily entered. Moreover, Birkett did not care to be seen entering that particular dormitory. "He may be at some lecture or other," was his thought. "But I can wait for him." When no one seemed to be he slipped into the lower hall of the dormitory, and then began to ascend the stairs to the floor above, on which Jack's room was located. The corridors there were vacant, and he made his way along them without trouble. By a chance Jack Lightfoot came from the other direction at about this time, having had another inter view with Professor Chubb about that anonymous let ter. Birkett glided up to him with &oft steps. "Lightfoot," he said smoothly, yet somewhat anx iously, "I'd like just a few words with you in your room." Jack looked at him somewhat coldly. "I don't know that I care to have a talk with you, Birkett." "But this is a matter of importance to you," Birkett insisted. "Come in, then, and say what you've got to say." Jack unlocked the door, and entered first, with Bir kett close behind him. "I haven't much time to spend, Birkett," he said, "for I've some lessons to get, and must prepare some papers. I find I'm a little behind in some things, and must do extra work to catch up." "It won't take long to say all that I've got to spin," Birkett urged. "Go ahead," said Jack. His showed that he was not pleased by this intrusion. There was bad blood between Birkett and himself, and he did not try to conceal the fact. "Go ahead," he repeated, when Birkett hesitated. "I suppose you've got it in for me," said Birkett, "for what happened at that spread the other night; but you ought to know I wasn't to blame for that." "Is that what you came up here to say?" Jack asked sharply. "Not altogether; I've got some Qther things to say, but I wanted you to understand that, in the first place." "I don't see what right you had to be there at all. You're not a student here." "I was invited by a student, and that made it all right, it seems to me." "Well, go on; and remember that I haven't much time to spare." "There's no good reason why we can't get along smoothly, now that I'm in Seagirt and you're here. There's no need of our scrapping; and, perhaps, I can help you." "You haven't shown much desire in that line," Jack reminded. "No, I haven't, I'll confess. I've started out wrong. But I had a talk with Lafe Lampton this morn mg, "\i\That about?'' "Th;:i.t's what I'm going to tell you, if you'll let me." "Go on, then." "As I said, we might as well be friends as enemies. I'm willing to be your friend, if--" "I don't care to enter into any alliance with you, Bir kett!" "Well, we needn't fight each other." "That's true enough. I'll not trouble you, if you don't trouble me." "We might let bygones be bygones, you know; and, perhaps, by and by we'd come to a better understand ing," urged Birkett, thinking of Jack's changed finan cial condition. "If you've got anything special to say, Birkett, say it. rm in a hurry, you know." "Well," said Birkett, c9ming to the point at once, "it's about that anonymous letter!" If a gust of wintry wind had not shaken the windows of the dormitory and rattled the branches of the trees, both Jack and Birkett might have heard a movement of surprise in the corridor beyond that closed door. As it was, they did not hear it. Gregory Smoot had come along that corridor, just as Ben Birkett was vanishing into the doorway of Jack's room; and Smoot, being of a suspicious nature


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 and inclined to think that Jack had been guilty of far more than any one knew, took this as pro o f of his sus picions, and slipped noiselessly to the door, where he had stood listening. Smoot had lost his sleepy-eyed air, and was suffi ciently wide-awake now. When the mention of the anonymous letter came, of which he had heard so much that day, he started with surprise; and then he backed softly from the door, and with the silence of a mouse slipped along the corridor. He was running before he was out of the corridor, and his swiftly moving feet took him quickly to the office of Professor Chubb, into which he plunged with out ceremony. Chubb stared, and then frowned. "Smoot,'.' he said severely, "are you going to force me to discharge you instantly?" "The anonymous letter, sir!" cried Smoot, his blue cap in his hands, as he ducked and bowed before Chubb. Chubb half rose in his chair. "Eh? What?" "The anonymous letter, sir!" "It is here on my desk, Smoot." "So it is, sir; but they're talking about it; and I came as quick as I could, sir-to tell you, sir." "Of whom do you speak, Smoot?" said Chubb, betraying excitement. They were still in there when Smoot led his e..\:cited employer up to the door. Birkett, after some prefaces and preambles, had con fessed that it was he who had put the anonymous letter on Chubb's desk; and Jack had just broken into a tor rent of rage because of it. "Why, you scoundrel, why do you come to me with that?" he was demanding. "And why did you write that anonymous letter, accusing me to Professor Chubb?" "It was a mistake for me to do that," Birkett con fessed, trying to keep his temper, and still thinking of Jack's money. "And now you see why I have come to you." "No, I don't see! I think you'll have to explain that!" "Well, the thing has put you in a hole, you see; but I can get you out of it. You don't like Kid Kennedy." "I haven't said I didn't." "But I know that much." "Kennedy put you up to that dirty work, did he?" "The point is, that I can clear you and lay the b l ame on Kennedy." "How?" said Jack; willing to hear what new duplic ity this young rascal would be guilty of, if he got a chance. "Mr. Lightfoot sir; and a stranger, sir. his room, sir; at this minute, sir." They're in "I'll go to that fool professor, and I'll tell him that "In Mr. Lightfoot's room?" "Yes, sir." Chubb lifted his thick form out of the deep chair. "So I hastened to tell you. sir; thinking you'd want to know, sir." "They're there now?'' "Yes sir. I came as quick as I could, sir." "You should say as quickly as you could, Smoot!" "Ye$, sir; I came as quickly as I could, sir." He started toward the door. "Will you go, sir?" "Lead the way, Smoot, and with caution; perhaps we can get to hear what is being said. So, Mr. Light foot is the one who sent that anonymous letter, is he? I was not prepared to believe it; but_:_well, lead the way Smoot." Smoot was already leading the way; and he led so rapidly that Professor Chubb was out of breath by the time they gained the corridor near Jack's room, and had to stop there panting and puffing. "That's his room, sir!" Smoot whispered. "Can you go on, sir? I think they're in there yet, sir." 1 I know all about it; and I'll make him believe that Ken nedy wrote the anonymous note and placed it on his desk, and--" ''.When you did it yourself?" said Jack. "I'll make Professor Chubb believe that Kennedy wrote it, and I'll tell him it was Kennedy's head that poked that big belly of his and knocked him down in the corridor that night. If I do that it will be all up with Kennedy, see?" "Why will you do this? Don't you claim Kennedy as your friend ?" "I've come to the conclusion that I'd rather stand in with you, you see; and--" "Go ahead," said Jack impatiently, when Birkett hesitated. "And I thought, perhaps, you'd be willing to pay me well for it. I'm in need of money-in fact, I'm horribly in debt. I don't know which way to turn to get hold of a little money ; and now you've got CJrds of it-money to burn! So I thought that maybe if I turned that trick for you, you'd b e willing to cough up a pretty good wad, enough to put me for a while on Easy Street."


IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "And you'd sell Kennedy out in that way?" "To help you, you understand!" Birkett urged. "Birkett,'' said Jack, and his voice trembled, "there's the door; get out of it before I kick you through it!" His face flamed with anger. "But--" "Get right out of this room, before I kick you out; and if you come to me again with--" Birkett backed toward the door. "But--1 he began. Thump! thump! thump! The sounds were made by Professor Chubb's fat fist hammering on the door panels. The professor was in a wild rage. "Open this door!" he roared. Birkett looked excitedly r6und the room, and at the window; but he knew it was a long jump from that window to the ground. Then he turned to the door; and, before Jack could say anything, or even make up his mind what to do, Birkett had thrown the door open and was trying to get out into the corridor. Chubb was right in front of the door, and Smoot right behind the professor; and as Birkett made his dash he ran heavily into Chubb, bowling him over. In his fall the fat professor went backward on Smoot, fairly crushing him into the floor; and Smoot, to protect himself, and for the further reason that he hardly knew what he was doing, reached up and began to claw at Chubb's fat sides. Chubb believed that he had been thrown down and attacked by the boy who had dashed out of the room; and now, with a roar of rage, he began to strike back with his elbows, thus hammering Smoot. .i "You scoundrel!" Chubb was roaring. "You young rascal! Call me that 'fool professor,' will you? and then knock me down and try to scratch me? Why, sir, I'll crush you! that's what I'll do-crush you!" Jack had leaped to the door, and stood there be wildered. He did not know how much or how little the professor had hec:.rd of that conversation, but he feared that only enough had been heard to maJ.

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II rem aining dust from the professor's clothing, work ing a way as energetically as the porter of a Pullman who expects a good tip, and oblivious now to the fact that but a little while before Chubb had been holding him against the floor with crushing weight, and the two had been "scrapping" in right lively fashion. "I understand now that you are innocent of that anonymous letter charge-by which I mean to say, sir, that I know you did not strike me in the corridor-I mean in the stomach, in the corridor, that night. You don't know who it was did that?" "No, sir," was Jack's answer. "Well, I'm sure now that it was the fellow who came out of this room with such a rush. I recognized his manner, sir-his manner of striking; for this is the second time that he has struck me in the corridor and knocked me down And I assure you, sir, that I shall have an interview with him on the subject before the afternoon is finished." When Chubb went away, Smoot was still brushing at his clothing, following right at his heels, and using his hands as a Pullman porter might use a whisk broom When they were out of sight Jack went back into his room; and then he sat down in a chair by the window, and laughed, and laughed. CHAPTER V. POKING THE TIGER. The time has come to confess that one of the things which caused Jack Lightfoot to seek the company of pretty Kitty Percival was that might make Kid Kennedy jealous. He did not like Kennedy even a little bit, and he knew how Kennedy hated him. And as Kennedy, who was Sid Percival's chum, had here tofore claimed rather openly that Sid s sister was bis "best girl," it pleased Jack to be with her whenever he could, and to let Kennedy know that he was with her. Jack's motive was not a very elevating one, it is true. He did not stop to ask himself whether it was noble, or otherwise; he simply did it, and it pleased him to see Kennedy writhe. However, there was another motive, and that was the girl's beauty and her merry manner, together with the fact that she was the only girl in Seagfrt with whom he was yet acquainted, an acquaintance brought about by that rescue from the high trestle already mentioned, the details of which were fully set forth in the preceding story.* See Jack Lightfoot at Seagirt." Pretty Kitty Percival was a good deaLin Jack's mind in those first days at Seagirt, even when one might have supposed that other matters were giving him all he could think of. Both the girl and Kid Kennedy were in his mind on the evening of this day, when he set out for the Percival home, intending to see her and ask her for the privi lege of her company to the basket-ball game to be played that same evening. The game was to be between a team from Seagirt Academy and one from Morningside, the latter being a school run on lines similar to those of the academy. Its buildings, with the high tower in the center, could be seen from the academy grounds, across the mouth of the harbor. Jack had gone early, that he might "beat the time" of Kid Kennedy; and he did ; for Kennedy arrived a full quarter-of-an-hour after Jack had been there, and also after Jack had gained the girl's consent to accom pany her to the basket-ball game. Kennedy's dark face took on an angry flush when he entered the sitting -room and beheld Jack Lightfoot there before him. He had caught Jack's voice in the hall, and had heard Kitty Percival talking with him in an extremely animated way. "Confound the fellow!" he was grumbling to him self as he came into the room. "He's got to be taken down a peg !" Though Kennedy tFied to hide his chagrin and un easiness, he could not wholly do it. His voice trembled when he answered Kitty Percival's greetings, and he merely growled when Jack spoke to him. "We're likely to have a great game this evening," said Jack, as coolly and calmly as if he did not know that the youth he was speaking to wanted to "eat him up." "You fellows will put up a big game, of course ; and I'm told the Morningside team. isn't slow." "We'll do 'em up, all right!" growled Kennedy, who found it hard to be civil to Jack even here in the sitting room at the Percivals'. "Sid says that the academy team is bound to win," Kitty put in. Her blue eyes were shining mischievously, and she seemed to thoroughly enjoy this. She was a clever and shrewd girl, and she knew as well as these two young fellows just what was in their minds. "I hope they do win," she added. "Oh, we'll beat 'em!" Kid growled again. He twisted uneasily in his chair. Jack, knowing that he had already secured Kitty's consent for her com-


12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. pany that evening, could afford to smile at the uneasi ness which Kid displayed. The conversation seemed to have bogged down, and Kitty had to start it again. "By the way," she said, smiling merrily, and speak ing to Kid, "do you boys have feasts in your rooms at the dormitory, as a regular thing of evenings?" Jack was taken quite as much by surprise by that as Kid was himself. He was not aware that Kitty knew anything about that "feast." Now he was sure her brother had told her something; just how much he could not guess. Kid Kennedy flushed more hotly than before. He believed that Jack Lightfoot had been telling Kitty of that "feast," and possibly of the fight which followed it, in which Kid had felt the power of Jack's hard knuckles. There was still a slight abrasion on Kiel's cheek, marked by a dark scar, which told its own stor'y. we have a feed up there now and then," he answered evasively. "You had a rather big one the othe r night, I heard l" "Where'd you hear all that?" Kid blurted. "Oh, a little bird told me!" "What else did you hear?" Jack waited breathlessly for that answer. "More than I'll tel!.' I wish I could have been a mouse and seen that." Kid twisted uneasily Did sh6 mean, he asked him self that she wished she could have beheld the whip ping which he had received at the hands of Jack Light foot? He looked at Jack, who sat smiling in his chair, and he wanted to c;:hoke him "Well, I'd like to know just what you heard?" he urged, showing his uneasiness. Kitty laughed again. It really seemed to Jack that she was grilling Kid for the purpose of seeing him squirm "I'll tell you some time, maybe.'" "Tell me now." "Some time; not to-night." Kid rose. He was in a perspiration. Nor could he hide his annoyance and anger. As he stood up he pulled out his watch and looked at it. For a moment he hesitated. Kitty Percival was a clever girl, and knew what was coming. So, anticipating his request, she remarked, with sweet innocence : "I'm coming to the game to-night, to see you and your team defeat Mr. Lightfoot has promised to take me ; and it is really good of him to do so, don't you think, for Sid has run away some where, and I couldn't have gone otherwise?" Kid Kennedy choked and glared. "I'm late," he said nervously, buttoning his coat; "and I must be going, or the game will be delayed. Good evening, Miss Percival." He stalked stiffly from the room, without a word to Jack. Kitty followed him out into the hall, saying something to him, but he merely growled his answers; and then he flung himself out of the house, and Jack heard his feet clumping heavily and angrily on the pavement. "I think we had better be going ourselves," said Jack, when she came again into the room. "\Ve want to be in time to see the opening of the game." "Yes," she said, smiling strangely. And then she got her hat, cloak, and gloves, and pre pared quickly for the walk to the car line. CHAPTER VI. BASKET-BALL. Jack Lightfoot would have felt supremely contented, as he walked with Kitty Percival to the car line, but for one thing. The uncomfortable thought had come to him that perhaps she was merely playing him off against Kid Kennedy to get even with Kid for something the latter had said or done. It was not a pleasant suggestion. He had not forgotten the statement of the boy with whom he had become acquainted on the morning he landed in Seagirt, that Kid Kennedy was Kitty Per cival's "beau." It was plain that Kid had come to the house expecting to take Kitty to the basket-ball game at Morningside. 1 Jack had "got ahead of him." Why had Kitty permitted Jack would have felt much better if he could have answered this in a manner satis factory to himself. But, whatever motive had urged Kitty Percival to treat Kid Kennedy as she had done, whether it was because she liked Jack better than Kid, or for any other reason, Jack could not feel depressed even by that thought; for the girl was too bright, too talkative, and altogether too charming, to let him feel in that humor long. "Sid told you something about that feed at.the dor mitory?" he asked, as they stood together waiting for the car. "Now, Mr. Lightfoot, I'm not going to ans wer that!" she said imperiously. "I've said that a little bird told me, and I'll stick to it."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 13 "The little bird's name was Sid, I think. ''Oh, was it? You're an awfully good guesser, I'm sure!" Jack could get no more than that, though he returned to the attack two or thr. ee times. The game was to be played in the gymnasium at Morningside; and when they arrived they found most of the seats already taken. The gymnasium room was large. All the paraphernalia had been removed from it in preparation for the game, and the colors of Morn ingside were looped and twined everywhere-yellow and black. The colors of Seagirt were red and white, which Jack liked better; yet he still preferred the colors of Cranford-white and blue. Scarcely was Jack seated with Kitty Percival in a positi o n to give them a good view of the game, when the Morningside team came running into the room with the big ball, and began to "warm up" by tossing it to and fro, and making efforts to cage it in the baskets. They were a husky set of young fellows, and from the manner in which they moved about, Jack was led to the conclusion that if Seagirt defeated them it would be no walkover. And now he recalled another thing, told him by the boy who had given him so much informa tion to the effect that there was bad blood between the two schools. The Morningside players were greeted with consid erable applause. Then another roar broke out, as the Seagirt team came into the room and took their turn with the ball and the baskets. Kitty Percival joined in the hand clapping; and Jack ;Lightfoot, as a Seagirt student did the same, though he felt that he could not very well like the fellows who made up the Sea girt team. Among them he saw Kid Kennedy, who was the captain, to gether with Julian Glaze and Sid Percival. Across the breast of each was a strip of ribbon or cloth, of red and white, witl1 the word SEAGIRT on it in big letters. Jack saw Kid Kennedy's eyes rove round the room until they l oca ted Kitty Percival. when Jack saw that Kid had noticed him he waved his hand to the fellow, and laughed when he observed the black frown that came to Kennedy's face. Kitty laughed, too. "Kid is chewing nails to-night," she observed. 'Why?" Jack asked, with an innocent air. "You know, all right," she answered. "It's because I'm with yo? here to-night." "What right has he to object to that?" Jack in quired. "I shan't take the trouble to enlighten you, if you're not good at guessing." Then she waved her handkerchief to her brother Sid, whose eye she had caught; and laughed again, when she observed Sid's stare of displeasure. "Does Sid object, too?" Jack asked. Kitty apparently did not choose to answer that; for she broke out with loud hand-clapping. ( "That was fine!" she declared, referring to one of the Seagirt fellows who had put the ball in the basket at that moment. "If he can only do as well when the game is on. You know him, I suppose? That's Julian Giaze." "I've met him," said Jack, a deal of meaning in his tone. "And now they're going to begin the game," she cried jubilantly, as the referee came into the arena, and the hand-clapping became a whirlwind of sound, in which there were many shouts and whistling calls. "Sea girt has the better team, you think?" Jack asked her. "We've got to believe it has, until we are forced to think otherwise," she answered loyally, and again joined in that tumult of hand-clapping. Off on the opposite side Jack beheld Lafe Lampton, who was leaning forward in his seat and applauding vigorously. Lafe had already "spotted" Jack, and now waved a hand to him, and in that hand he held an ap ple. A minute later the game opened up--Kid Kennedy and a tall fell ow of the opposing team standing near together in the center of the room, and the referee tossing the ball up between them and then blowing his whistle. The Morningside player struck the big ball first, sending it toward the Seagirt end of the room ; and then the game was on, with the ball flying here and there, each side striving to get it and to put it in the basket of their antagonists. Jack almost forgot his special view-point of Kid Kennedy in the interest with which he now watched the game; and whenever a brilliant, or even a good, play was made by any man of the academy team, he joined in the cheering. Seagirt was first to put the ball in the basket, and a furore of applause rose from the Seagirt adherents; Kitty Percival clapping her hands so vigorously that she threatened to split her gloves. But she had a right to be pleased, for Sid Percival was the youth who had caged the ball. Again the ball went up in the center of the room be tween two players, and once more the .battle for its pos session raged all round the room. It was quick, hot


14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. work, with the ball first in the possession of one side and then in that of the other, some player now and then taking a regular head-and-heels tumble on the hard floor. The ball went toward the Seagirt end; and then, after a fierce scramble almost under the basket, it shot up and-landed in the basket. It was the turn of the Morningside backers to applaud wildly. When the fight was on again, Kid Kennedy se cured the ball; but his hands had hardly touched it when he went down, falling heavily and letting the ball shoot away from him. Kid was on his feet at once, and in the midst of the ffay again; but a moment or two later, because he violated the rules by holding a player, his team was penalized, and Morningside was given a free trial for goal. The Morningside player put the ball neatly in the basket; and again the adherents of that side broke out with their applause, and then began to sing, to the tune of "My Maryland:" "You've put old Seagirt out ag'in; Oh, Morningside! Our Morningside! Old Morningside is bound to win Our Morningside! Our Morningside! You can't be beat, know not defeat; You down whatever team you meet; To-night you'll sweep them off their feet! Oh, Morningside! Our Morningside!" They sang it with fire and spirit, and ended it with a yell that threatened to lift the roof. "Too bad!" said Kitty. "It was," Jack admitted. A minute later the Seagirt team was again penalized. Julian Glaze had hugged the ball and tried to run with it; and once more a free trial for goal on the part of Morningside put the ball in the basket. Then Seagirt seemed to get its senses back, and a pretty fight, according to the rules, followed. But even whiie the academy backers were applauding a goal, made by Kennedy, the decision came that the goal did not count, for the reason that he had thrown for the basket after dribbling. The wild hand-clapping of Seagirt stopped abruptly. -"Oh, that's awful!" Kitty exclaimed. Even to Jack it seemed too bad. His sympathies were with Seagirt; yet he knew that the rules forbade anything of the kind, and he did not doubt the ball had been dribbled, as the officials were in a much better posi tion to see than he was. If the first half of the game, which resulted in a tie, was fast and furious work, the second half surpassed it. Players of both sides seemed to lose their heads and I violate the rules continually, or else they violated them with the hope that the violations would pass and penalizing was so frequent for a time that the referee's whistie seemed to be shrilling constantly; and as constantly the ball was being tossed up by him for a new start, or one side or the other was being given a free trial for goal. Much bad blood was being engendered meanwhile, both among the players and the spectators; for it in evitably happens that the players and backers of a side fail, or are unwilling, to admit violations, while ready to accuse their opponents. The time limit of the game approached, with the two teams running neck-and-neck, and the excitement be came feverish. Then Kid Kennedy, .for unnecessary roughness, had his side penalized once more, a free trial for goal being given the opposing team; and Morningside put the ball in the basket, just before the expiration of the game. Though the ball was put in motion again, the game ended; and because of that violation on Kennedy's part it was apparent that Seagirt had lost, or, at any rate, had given to the opposition that free trial by which the game was won. Kennedy was furious. CHAPTER VII. THE HAZERS. Jack was tired that night, and in spite of the excitement of the evening and the thoughts of Kitty Percival and Kid Kennedy which would intrude, he fell asleep shortly after going to bed, in.his room at the dormi tory. He did not know how long he had been sleeping but had a feeling that it was but a minute, when he was half aroused by something that seemed to be tickling his He brushed it away sleepily, and then began to dream that a big spider had descended from the ceiling and was crawling over his nose. He struck furiously and angrily at this imaginary spider, and was aroused by light laughter. Opening his eyes with a start of surprise, he saw that there was a light in the room; and then, sitting up in bed, he beheld several gruesome-looking figures, like ghosts, with white sheets drawn round them, and their faces disguised, or co vered up. Though the thing was so starling that at first Jack came near leaping out of bed, he knew almost at once


ALL-SPORTS. LIBRARY. 15 what this meant. These white figures were students who had "come for him." "What do you want?"' he said blankly. "You!" The voice that answered was hoarse, and a white arm, with pointing finger, was leveled at him. The voice and the arm and hand were Kid Ken nedy's, though the voice was disguised. Kid Kennedy, with some of his friends, had resolved that Jack Lightfoot must have a good "taming," and they were there for that purpose. Kid had been in a wild rage all evening, which accounted in part for the character of the work he had done on the team in the game with Morningside. His rage was directed against Jack. The latter, coming to the school as a total stranger, had flaunted and set at defiance the requirements of the older stu dents. He had refused to abase himself before them. At the spread in the dormitory-room he had insulted, and then had whipped, Kid Kennedy. Worse than all, to Kid's mind, he had taken Kitty Percival to the basket-ball game, when he must have known that Kid meant to take himself. After the game Kid had called his fol-lowers about him, and had said something of this-not all of it-to them; and they had agreed that Jack Lightfoot was al together too "fresh," and that1his pride would have to be humbled at once. Jack stared steadily now at the pointing finger which had been thrust at him. "What do you intend to do with me?" he demanded The start given by that sudden a\\ akening and the discovery of these white-clad figures in his room had not wholly passed. He was fighting for time, .that he might get his wits together and know what to do. "Get out of bed!" Kennedy commanded, disguising his voice. Jack up his arms and calmly stretched himself, as if yawning. "Say, fellows, I'm sleepy," he urged, "and I wish you d go away I Tackle me again in the morning, if you've got to." "We've come for you!" all the white-masked fig ures groaned together. "But couldn't you put off this funny business un til morning? Honest, I'm dead tired and sleepy to night." Jack knew they did not intend to put off "this funny business" until morning, nor even for a minute; his only idea in asking them being to annoy them and show them that he was not afraid of them. "Oh, how I wish Lafe was here!" was his thought. He did not know that reliable old Lafe had already fallen into the hands of the hazers "Get out of that bed I" Kid Kennedy commanded sharply. "Why, of course, since you insist on it," Jack a!1-swered. He threw back the bedclothing and began to climb out. At the same time he was watching for some chance to make a dash and escape The window of his 1room, which looked out on the campu .s, had been opened and then closed, he was sure for two of the hazers stood close by it, to .guard it; and it was impossible for him to get out that way. ."What do you intend to do with me?''. he asked again, as he began to dress. "You are going to your death!" they whispered, pointing ghostly fingers at him. "He has but a f.ew minutes mod lungs," said Jack "If you do that again, Professor Chubb will get after y:ou." "He dares to mock us?" they whispered. "Do you know who we are?" Kennedy questioned now. "I'm guessing that you're a lot of fool students of Seagirt, who think you can scare me by this monkey business!" ,./' "Hear his unseemely !" the others whispered. "Hurry into your clothes," Kennedy ordered. "My dear Kennedy, I'm hurrying," said Jack, who now recognized the voice. "This way," Kennedy ordered, as soon as Jack was dressed. The window over the campus was hoisted softly. "Now, no noise I If you yell out and raise the fac ulty it will be the worse for you." Jack had no intention of yelling out and raising the faculty; but he did wish he cquld get word to Lafe Lampton. On the outside of the window a ladder had been raised against the wall, and by this ladder the hazers had ascended to the room To make it certain that Jack could not escape, some of the hazers now descended the ladder "Follow them1!" Kennedy said to him; in that grue some voice.


16 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Jack did not try to disobey. He poised himself on the window ledge, and then lowered himself to the ladder and so proceeded to the ground, the fellows in the room following right after him. As his feet touched the ground the hazers below seized him. "Oh, I'm not going to try to get away!" he declared, as they clung to his arms. He spoke truly; he had no thought of trying to break away now, having made up his mind not to show fear or fright, or even anxiety. He did not believe they would dare to really harm him. As soon as they held him fast, a blindfold was slipped over his eyes. Then, with a boy on each side of him, he was led away from the building. He did not know where he went, but believed that they were walking him round and round to bewilder him. At length a door opened, and he was conducted into a room, which he was sure was one of the rooms of the academy. But when the blindfold was stripped from his eyes he saw that this was not a room which could by any possibility belong to the academy, for it had every ap pearance of being part of a tumble-down house. But what surprised Jack beyond measure was the dis covery that Lafe Lampton was there ahead of him. "Hello!" said Lafe, looking at Jack with rather a sickly grin. "Got you, too, did they? I was afraid they would !" Jack also discovered another thing. The hazers had discarded their ghostly white garments. But they had turned their coats inside out, and now had masks of handkerchiefs, and other materials, over their faces. He did not know who any of them were, with the ex ception of Kid Kennedy, whose voice he had recog nized, but he suspected that Julian Glaze and Sid Percival were of their number. "They think they're going to have fun with us," said Lafe, with another grin. He was sitting close by the door, with his hands be hind his back and his to the wall. Cords were on his wrists and ankles. "Close those cavities leading to your stomachs," said one of the maskers, as Lafe and Jack laughed at the predicament in which they found themselves. Another of the masked party stepped in front of Jack. It was Julian Glaze. "Worm of the dust,'' he said, "we have seen that you think you are great stuff. You have come to Sea girt with your neck stiff with pride." "It's funny how I c.ould have done so, if I'm a worm!" Jack fired back at him. "That is your name henceforth-A. Worm; other wise Angle Worm. Angle Worm, look at me." "I'm looking at you," Jack answered, yet trying to remain unruffied. "Forgetting that you are extremely fresh, that what you don't know would make a library that would fill the earth, and that humility and meekness is the proper attitude of a newcomer at Seagirt, you came among us puffed up with pride. It is our business to-night to prick that bubble of pride-that bladder of wind-and teach you just where you belong!" "Ah-h !" sighed the other disguised youths, breath ing hard. "We are to teach him where he belongs!" Glaze turned about and commanded in a low tone, at this juncture : "E xecutioner, the irons!" The door of another room opened, and out from it came a disguised young fellow carrying a tinsmith's portable furnace, which was glowing hot and held a couple of small rods heated at their points to a white heat. Jack's flesh crawled a little when he beheld that. He knew how Kennedy hated him, and how he had irri tated Kennedy that evening; and, knowing that, he could not be sure that Kennedy would not resort even to cruelty to "get even." He believed that Kid Ken nedy was equal to almost any meanness, when his anger was roused. "Bare his arm!" commanded Glaze, in his hoarse, disguised tone. Jack's coat sleeve was slipped up, and the sleeve of his shirt opened, both being pushed up now to the elbow, baring his lower arm. "Angle Worm," said Glaze, "we intend to brand you with the hot irons. We intend to put on that lily-white arm your new name, in big, red letters -A. vVorm." Jack wondered if they would dare attempt anything of the kind. "You think we do not mean it," said Glaze, assuming a fierce tone, "but you will soon have the oppor tunity of discovering that we intend to mark you with your new name. Executioner, bring on the hot irons!" CHAPTER VIII. IN THE HANDS OF THE HAZERS. Jack Lightfoot was preparing to make a desperate fight, if these hazer s really tried to put into effect their threat of branding him on the arm, when he was star _tled by a bellow of st'.trprise be s i d e him. Lafe Lampton, vho had been held a prisoner there


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 171 much longer than Jack, had in some manner succeeded in freeing himself, and now tumbled through the door way; and, leaping to his feet like a ball as soon as he was in the yard, he was off like a shot in the darkness. Jack, though surprised, was about to chase after him, and would have followed those who pursued hard on the heels of Lafe, if the heavy door had not been slammed violently in his face. He could not force it, and it was instantly locked. A half-dozen fellows were still in the room with him, and as many more had started in chase of Lafe. "You can't get out," said one of the disguised figures; and again Jack recognized the voice and knew he was being addressed by Kid Kennedy. "So you might as well take it easy. And it won't do you any good to holler, for we're too far from the acatlemy for any one to hear you. Your friend will be caught and dragged back here in a minute." Jack was almost tertain that this would be the case, for when Lafe had gone through the doorway he had seen cords on Lafe's ankles. Lafe had slipped the cords from his wrists, but not from his ankles, before he began his flight. No doubt he had feared discovery, if he began to work with the cords that held his ankles. For a moment Jack was about to dash upon Ken nedy and strike him down. Then he saw how hope less would be the attempt to fight those fellows. They were six to one. He glanced about, searching for a window, and for the instant contemplating the hurling to the floor of the lamp, knowing that if he thus fired the building he might be given an opportunity to get away. Then the reaction came, and with it a in his attitude. Whatever these hazers might do, he did not as yet care to resort to measures so desperate. In thus looking about he observed that the tin smith's furnace, with the glowing coals and heated rods, had been removed from the room. The door of that other room, into which these things had been hur ried, was locked, and one of the disguised youths stood by it as guard. At the barred window stood two more. The others were over by the door through which Lafe had escaped, and were standing in listening attitudes. Jack now listened, too, fearing to hear some sound which would indicate Lafe's capture. In a little while feet were heard outside, and the door was opened from within. "He got away!" was panted from the outside. "I don't know how he got the cords from his feet, but he jumped round the house here, and, before we could come up to him, he had freed feet and was run ning like a rabbit." Jack laughed. That picture of fat Lafe Lampton running like a rabbit was funny enough. "Silence!" said Kennedy sternly. "Lafe seems to have been too much for you!" Jack flung at him as a taunt. "But just remember that you're not free !" were the words with which Kennedy came ba:ck at him. Others of the pursuing party appeared before the door with the same story. The lamp in the room had been turned down to keep its light from streaming too far out into the darkness. Kennedy turned round to Jack, after ordering those outside to come ih. "Angle Worm," he said, "though the other prisoner has escaped we still have you, and you're the one we really wanted." They gathered round Jack. "Put out your hands !" was commanded. "What if I refuse to obey?" "Put out your hands !" "I refuse to obey !" One of the fellows at Jack's side threw himself on him; and though Jack, swing of the fist, landed him up against tl:e wall, it was not possible to fight su .ccessfully with the ten or a dozen husky fellows who now piled on him, and, literally dragging him down, overpowered him. Jack ceased to struggle when he saw he could gain nothing by it. "It's all right!" he said. He put his back against the wall and held out his hands. "I intended that you should force me to do this. I want to put all the blame on you, so that if there's a reckoning about it the blame will fall where it be longs." Kennedy laughed harshly. "So, you surrender, eh?" "Always, when I can't fight any longer. Do what ever you want. I'm not afraid of you." "Oh, you ain't?" Kennedy snarled, his voice again showing rage and hate. "You'll sing another tune, my fine young buck, before we get through with you." He threw the noose of a small rope round Jack's wrists, drew it tight, and knotted it. Then he proceeded to tie him further, Jack making no resistance. Having done that he again put a blindfold over Jack's eyes.


.'!8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY "Executioner," he bawled now, with manifest im patience, "bring on the irons!" Jack's flesh had crawled a little when that furnace had be en brought in before; but when he heard it being carrried in now he showed not a sign of nervousness. He had discovered that whatever they might do, these young fellows would not brand him on the arm, or af!y where else. And he knew it solely from the fact that they had blindfolded him There was no need to blindfold him to keep him from seeing their faces, which were masked; so the only other reason, Jack was sure, was to keep him from seeing the deception which they now meant to practise on him. "Angle Worm," said Kennedy, "because in your manner since coming to Seagirt 7ou have denied that you are an Angle Worm, we intend now to brand your name on your arm-A. Worm-so that you may never hereafter have any doubt on the subject. We do not intend that any freshy of your caliber shall come to this place and consider that he is It." He stopped, to give this weight; then said sharply: "Executi o ner, do your duty!" Jack felt his shoulders and arms clutched; then heard a hissing of one of the irons as it wa taken from the furnace and plunged into water; and the next instant he recoiled with a shock from what seemed to be a frightful burn. Something wliich to his imagination felt a s he fancied the touch of that white hot iron would feel had touched the bare flesh of his arm and was tracing the letters of the name given A. Worm. Jack braced himself against that shock; but, as he did so, he recalled that he had read or heard some w hl:!re that a piece of ice, applied when the victim was unable to see, would, to the excited imagination, pro duce a sensation which he would ascribe to the burn of a hot iron. And as that thought came to him, with its certainty and its feeling of relief, he broke into wild laughter, that may have been a bit hysterical, but which was cer tainly startling to the young hazers who were trying to frighten him. They had expected him to show fright, to beg pite ously, and to scream when that touched his arm. Yet here he was laughing even while they traced that name. The hazers looked at each other through the holes in their masks. Under his mask, Kid 'Kennedy's face had flushed hotly. In his hand was the sharpened piece of ice with which he had been tracing those let ters on Jack's arm. "Ha! he laughs," cried Glaze, not knowing what to say, and dropping back into the flummery used previ ously. "He laughs at the iron that sears his flesh." Jack continued to laugh, though he had not recov ered from the shock which the touch of the ice had given and his laugh was still a bit hysterical. "It feels funny, does it?" said Kennedy angrily. "If you'll take off this blindfold,'' said Jack, "I should be pleased now to inspect that name which you've written there with ic f." Kid Kennedy dropped the piece of ice to the floor and reached for one of the hot irons in the little fur nace. "You'll discover whether it's ice or not!" he cried, ma rage. In another moment he would have thrust the white hot irpn agaiast Jack's arm, if Sid Percival had not caught his hand and pushed it back. "Let up on that!" growled Sid, under his breath. Kennedy glared at Sid for a moment; then put the rod back in the furnae:e. "Fellows," said Jack, "don't you think you'fe gone about far enough with this nonsense? I'm willing to do any reasonable thing you want me to, but don't you think this is enough for one night?" "You'll find that we've only begun,'' said Kennedy fiercely. "Vv ell, then, would you mind taking this rag off my eyes?" For reply Kennedy grabbed him roughly by the shoulder. "To the}ailroad track with him, fellows! He thinks he can make sport of us He' ll find out different, be fore we get through him." /' CHAPTER IX. TIED TO THE TRACK. Jack Lightfoot was hustled from the house still blindfolded and was hurried away through the dark ness, in the direction of the railroad. "We aren't going to hurt you this time,'' said Ken nedy, after they had gone some distance; "we're just going to give you a good scare." This was so different from what Jack expected that it struck him as strange. He was sure all along that what they were trying to do was to give him merely a good. scare. It seemeq remarkable, therefore, that Kennedy should admit it. You cannot easily scare any one by telling him in advance that it is all you intend to do. "We're going to tie you to the railroad track,'' Ken,


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 19 nedy continued. "The express is almost due. But we'll untie you before it comes. It will make you feel funny to hear it coming while you're tied to the rails, but we'll untie you before it strikes you." Jack did not answer. He was thinki11g the thing over, and asking himself why Kennedy was telling him that. When the railroad track was reached, beyond the borders of the town, the hazers rushed Jack upon the track. They had removed the blindfold from his eyes, but his hands were still tied behind his back. One of the hazers had some twisted paper, to which he now touched a lighted match; and the quick flame of the torch revealed to Jack the embankment and the glistening rails, as well as the grotesque forms that surrounded him. "Tie him to the rails, fellows," said the leader; "the train will be here in a minute!" Jack had been obedient up to this point, believing they would not dare to do anything might put him in real peril. He knew that his arm had not been burned, and yet the thought of permitting himself to be bound to those rails was not pleasant. "Fellows, I protes,t against this!" he said, leaning back. "This is going a bit too far. A little nonse'hse is all right, but this--" They clutched him by the arms and shoulders and pushed him on. He fought as well as he could; and when one of them got in front of him he lifted him with a quick kick in the stomach that made him cry out in pain and double over. It did him good to know that the fellow he kicked was Kid Kennedy. But it threw Kennedy into renewed rage. "Pound his head off, if he resists!" said that in dividual now. "'Tie him to the rails! Down with him!" Jack struggled, but they overpowered him and dragged him down; and with the rope which one of them carried Lightfoot was tied to the track in such a manner that he could not readily escape. One of the hazers looked at his watch by the light of the torch. "She'll be here in less than two minutes!" he said hurriedly. Then the torch was extinguished, and Jack heard the hazers running away. He squirmed in his bonds; then lay back, panting, trying to size up the situation. He could not believe that they intended to leave him there to be struck by the engine. Yet what had they m eant by that singular statement, that after giving him a good scare they would release him in time ? The only answer to that which Jack could think of was an unpleasant suggestion that they really meant to let the engine strike him; and then, if their ous work was afterward brought home to them, to claim that they had intended to release him in time and were prevented for some reason or other. That suggestion was sufficient to shake even the iron nerves of Jack Lightfoot. He felt sure that Kid Ken nedy hated him badly enough to wish his death; but that any of the other hazers did was more difficult to believe. Jack began to wonder if it was possible Kid to so plan things that the hazers would not be able to get back in time to release him from his perilous position. The railroad at that point was not familiar to Jack, for he was a stranger in the country; but by the light of the paper torch he had seen that it ran through a cut just beyond, and he was sure that the cut would keep the engineer and fireman from observing r.:m until the train was too close upon him to be stopped. Altogether, this situation was an unpleasant one, and provocative of misgivings, and even of fear. Hjs belief in the treacherous characteristics of Kiel Kennedy, and his growing fear that all was not as it should be, caused him to begin a serious struggle to release himself. He was stretched on his back across the track, with his arms bound on each side of him to the rail, and his legs and feet tied to the other rail. One turn of the rope crossed his chest. Though he could turn his head he <;ould not reach any of the cords with his teeth, nor could he lift his hands and arms. :f!is struggle was ineffective, and it seemed he was utterly helpless. He began to feel that he had been an unmitigated foQl for not fighting the hazers from the very begin ning. That the chances were all against him from the first, he knew; yet he could have fought them until overpowered; and then, if brought to this position, he would have had at least the po .or satisfaction of knowing that he had resisted all he could. He had been too obedient, he thought-too "easy." Lafe had taken their efforts with a jocularity that had half disarmed them. Lafe seemed able to do that, and successfully; he, Jack Lightfoot, could not. He had not been complaisant enough to cause them to treat him leniently, and he had not fought them enough to make his resistance worth while.


20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. If he could have had some recollection of bloody heads and broken noses which he had given them he would have felt better now. He had kicked Kid Ken nedy in the stomach and doubled him up for a few mo ments, but that was about all. And here he wastied to the rails, and deserted. He was sure that he was far from any house, or highway, and that, together with the thought that perhap s the hazers were somewhere near, watching hin:i, and waiting for him to begin to call lustily for help, kept his mouth closed. At intervals he struggled vainly at the cords, but only succeeded in cutting his arms and weakening himself. Then he heard the distant roar of a coming train and the sharp, biting blast of a whistle. He struggled again when he heard that, only to drop back, half-exhausted. Though the rails and the ground were cold, and his position was cramped, he had suddenly broken into a hot perspiration. The roar of the approaching train increased. "It's the express," was his thought, as he listened to it. Once more that sharp whistle cut the air, as the train neared a crossing. Jack was still expecting that the hazers would re turn and release him. It seemed impossible that they could do otherwise. Yet they did not come, nor could he hear them moving about or whispering, and, when he turned his head as far as he could, he could see nothing of them. The fascination of the dark cut through which he expected to behold the flash of the headlight, and see the engine jump out at him like some terrible monster, drew his gaze most of the time. He could hardly take his it. And still no one came to his relief, while the roar of the train grew louder and louder. Jack began to be really afraid now. .He was not one of those marvelous boys whose intuitions tell them in advance just what is going to take place. He did not know what was going to happen, and he began to fear the worst. He c o uld not forget the singular fact that Kid Ken nedy had told him the hazers would return in time to release him. If they had meant to scare him by ma king him think they did not intend to release him why should they tell him that? He could not make that out. Still the roar of the train drew nearer, and no one came to his assistance. The sudden belief that he had been abandoned, and that Kid Kennedy had contrived treacherously for it, threw Jack into a chill of terror. He began to struggle again to throw off his bonds. He had writhed furiously before, but now his efforts were tenfold more desperate. When fully aroused, Jack Lightfoot had almost the strength of Lafe Lamp ton, and far from than Lafe's agility. He writhed in his bonds, and thrl!W himself to and fro with incon ceivable energy. And then--He felt the cords slip on his right wrist-that power ful .. ight wrist and arm, toughened by baseball pitch ing and mucT1 work in the gym and elsewhere. The cord slipped; and Jack tugged and strained agam. The loop round his wrist eased, and, by frenzied efforts, he drew his hand through:-it. vVith fierce haste he attacked now the cord that held his other wrist; and, though working with such hurried energy, his fingers were never surer. He freed his hands, and then untied the rope that lay across his chest. The roar of the approaching train was frightful. It seemed to be near, and ready to dash upon him through that black cut. The whistle of the engine screamed right at hand, and the gl0;re of the head light brightened the sky. As Jack thus struggled with the cords that held him, while his feet were still bound to the other rail of the track, and the roar of the train thundered in his ears there c a me another sound-the hurried running of feet. "They're coming back to release me," was hi s thought; "and they're too late!"


\ .ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 21 Then he began furiously on the cords that held his feet, with the flash of the headlight shining above him, and the scream of the whistle mingling again with the thunder of the train. CHAPTER X. WITH LAFE LAMPTON. In order to tell clearly what further happened, it seems advisable to r1urn for a few minutes to Lafe Lampton, whose escape from the tumble-down house has been chronicled. Lafe had been warned that an would be made that night to haze both Jack and himself. The warning came after his return from the basket ball game, and was given by Lee Willis, who stopped him out beyond the academy gates, in the darkness. "Is Lightfoot with you?" said Willis, glancing about. "I heard you talking over there, and so knew you." Lafe was not well acquainted with Willis, and he was inclined to suspect some unworthy motive m this approach. "Jack hasn't got back yet, I believe," he answered cautiously. "I'd like to see you both," Willis went on, sinking his voice so that it could not be heard far away. "I'm a new man here, like you, and I've learned tha { there's to be an attempt to haze you and Lightfoot to-night. I've been waiting here to give you warning." Lafe's interest was quickened. "What do you know?" he asked. "\Vould you mind going up into my room, so that we can talk it over there without being disturbed?" "I don't go into any rooms until I know about them first," said Lafe bluntly. "Jack got into trouble m that way, and I keep out of rooms." Willis laughed. "Well, then, we'll walk along here," he said., "It's dark down by this fence; and we'll be safe from ob servation, I guess." "You say you're a new man here," said Lafe. "Yes. My name is Willis-Lee Willis. I'm from the South, and I haven t been here long. They've put me through the mill, to some extent; and, when I found they were planning to lay for you to-night, I wanted to warn you." "If you're straight," said Lafe, "and your voice sounds like it, here's my hand!" Lee Willis caught it, and pressed it warmly. They turned to walk together along the fence. "There are several of us fellows here-new men-and the older students have made it pretty warm for us. There's only one way for us to do, and that's to stand together all we can. They're a set of cowards. I've sent two challenges for duels, but they haven't the nerve for anything like that." Lafe whistled. "Duels! Jiminy crickets!" "Swords, or pistols-anything-I would have fought them with anything; but they're cowards!" "Say, you're a fire-eater! Duels!" "That strikes you as funny?" "Well, it does I" "They wouldn't meet me, but laid for me treacher ously, and tried to make me miserable and cover me with confusion." "Tried to play horse with you!" "Just so; and the thing was hard tp stand." "But about this to-night?" said Lafe. "I don't know just what they're up to, but I chanced to overhear Sid Percival and Kid Kennedy talking, and I heard enough to \mow that they've got it in for you two fellows to-night. I thought I'd give you the tip." They turned to walk back. "You're all ri%ht, Willis," said Lafe. "Jack will be glad to have you for a friend, I know. And when you come to know him you'll be willing to say that he's the whitest chap on the planet. He's a corker. But these Yahoos don't know it, and won't, until he teaches them a lesson or two. I'm obliged to you, I'm sure; and he will be, too." Lafe had noticed Lee Willis, but had not before spoken to him. Lafe was a pretty judge of character, and Willis impressed him as being "straight goods." He was ready to laugh at the idea of Willis challenging his persecutors to a series of duels; but while amused at that idea, which seemed excessively


22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRA RY. funny to him h e c o uld at the same time appr e c i a t e L e e W illi s turne d about and whi stl ed so ftly. the kindly intentions that had provoked thi s w a rning. Several fellows rose out of the darkness, to Lafe' s Lafe and Lee Willis s t o od o ut .beyond the g ate s for astonishment. some time, observing from the darkness the students who returned from the basket-ball game. But they did not see Jack. In fact, Lafe missed seeing Jack, and finally went up to his own room, and tumbled straightway into the trap which had been laid for him there; for some of the hazers were under the bed, and as Lafe stepped up to it, _#iey laid hold of his legs and brought him to the flo01:; and then they set on him, and reduced hir_:n to subjection. After that they took him to the tumble-down house where Jack found him, and where, as the reader has seen, Lafe managed to wriggle out of his bonds and get away. In an inner p o cket, Lafe had a small knife and when he plunged out of doorway, he had secured that, and cut the cords away from his ankles ; and then fled with such astonishing speed that aided by the darkness, he had baffled pursuit. Lafe had not run very far, however, when he heard his name called in a low tone. He had doubled on his track, like a fox, and at the time was between the tumble-d o wn h o use and the academy buildings. Feeling that his own safety was now assured he was on the point of creeping back, and trying for the release of Jack. He stopped when he that voice, but did not answer. "Is that y o u Lampton?" came again. "Me, or my gh o st! said Lafe, in a low tone. "Who are you? Then a form lifted itself into view, and Lafe saw before him Lee Willis the Southerner. "I heard you coming,'' said Willis, "and when I got a look, I thought I knew you. Jack has been cap tured." "You bet I know it!" was Lafe's answer. "I've just got away from the same gang myself. They're right off there, in a little house. I made a break, and got away, but they've got Jack yet. How did you know they had him?" "Got a whole regiment with you eh? Jiminy Christmas!" "These are the new men I was telling you about," Willis whispered. "Come forward, fellows; it's all J right. This is Lampton." They came forward quietly, and Willis introduced them in low words. "You see, it was this way,'' Willis began ; but Lafe cut him sh o rt. "But, jiminy crickets, they ve got Jack! And w e ought to get him away from them." "Just s o,'' said Willis A nd we're ready t o go with you. But we must have s o me plan. A s I \\"aS sa y ing one of these men saw the hazer s bring Jack d o wn the ladder from his room. We'v e been watch ing round. And he came straight t o me with the news We hurried to your room but you weren't there." "They'd captured me, too!" said Lafe with a sense of 'g rim humor. "You were gone ; and as they had been seen to go in this direction we came this way, too." "Well now, follow me said Lafe, "and I can lead you to where we'll ha v e sorpe fun, and likely s o me fighting. Willis, here's your chance for a duel with fists! I hope you hammer the tar out of Kid Kennedy. You've my permission to do it." But when they reached the tumble-down house, Jack Lightfoot and his captors were gone from it, and Jack was being hurried toward the railroad. CHAPTER XI. TURNING THE TABLES. And now we go back to Jack Lightfoot, at the moment he threw himself fro m the railroad track I and heard the thunder o f the train and the scream of the whistle of the engine. The sensation which came to him immediatel y after d o ing that was the queerest he h ad ever expe rienced ; for he discovered in that same instant that the train (


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 23 whose approach had so shaken his nerves was not on the track from which he had released himself, but on another, which ran close by, and almost parallel with it. Until then he had not known that there were two tracks. He saw now, hov\rever, that the hazers had known it, and that they had used this knowledge, as well as their knowledge that a train would come thunderipg over that second track at that time, to give him a terrible fright. The thing wa.> clever. Jack was willing to admit that. as he lay sprawled at ., the foot of the embankment, where he had tumbled. His nerves were still shaking, but he was rejoicing that pe had escaped, even though he still would have been safe enough on the track. Then a correct perception of how fiendish the thing was, after all, swept over him. Jack's nerves were strong, and his courage unsurpassed; yet he had been filled with horror, and had struggled wildly, and, as it chanced, successfully, to release himself. Some other boy, with nerves not so strong, and a heart i:ot so courageous, might have been thrown into such a convulsion of fear that his mind would have been forever wrecked; or he might have injured him self even fatally in his frantic efforts to free himself. "A cowards' trick!" thought Jack. These thoughts had gone through his mind like lightning, for he had not yet lifted himself from his recumbent position, and the heavy train was still roaring by, but a few yards away, when he heard a low whistle, followed instantly by the equally low Cranford call of "Coo-ee !" Jack's heart leaped. He knew that call had come from Lafe; and he answered it, lifting his voice so that it could be heard in the roar of the train. Then Lafe came slipping toward him along the em bankment. It was a sight to warm Jack's heart. "Are you all right, old pal?" Lafe asked anxiously, as he came up, laying his hand affectionately on Jack's shoulder. "I'm all right,'' Jack. \ "Good! Jiminy crickets, but I was afraid you wasn't, just a minute ago. "Wfien we saw you go off the track that way, we thought was going to run into that train, instead of away from it." "We?" "Myself and some others. Smart Alecks on the run! and they cut out." Jack sat up. Oh, say, we've got those We scared 'em just now, "You don't understand, I see. Your 1 head's all right, is it? Yon ain't hurt any?" "I'm all right, I think." "You think?" "Vv ell, my arms and wrists and legs ache like the dickens. My wrists feel as if they had been sawed off. Those cords cut, I tell you! Bili I don't under stand." I .. He sat up. The train was still roaring along, the reel lights at the rear flashing. "It's this way," Lafe explained hurriedly. "I haven't much time to talk, but I'll tell you this. Lee Willis maybe you know me a tip that there was to be some fool hazing attempted to-night. He's one of the new men; and he and some of them are right over there now, waiting for me. I got away from that house, you know, and then I fell in with them. Well, I led 'em back to that shanty, but you were gone. We followed. Vve saw the fellows tie you to the track, but were too far off to do anything. 'They had a light, you know; but after the light went out, we couldn't see either them or you. But we knew about where you were, so we made a crawl along the We heard that train coming, and, at first, we were prett)b well worked up, I tell you. Then Willis re' membered that there was another track, and we dis covered that the train was coming on that. "So we changed our plan, and--" He stopped, and listened. "There they are now Hear that?" "This way, professor! They were over here awhile Jack was about to rise, but Lafe' s hand held him ago!" down. "Go slow I" -. The words reached Jack plainly; and he heard the sounds of moving feet a short distance away.


' 24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Do you catch on?" said Lafe. "That's \\7illis and his They're making Kid Kennedy's gang be lieve that-some one has led Professor Chubb over here. You bet it will freeze their feet if they think Chubb is after them. And now for the plan." Jack had risen to his knees. Lafe produced something round and dark, which he drew up from behind him. "Just some old willow brush," he explained. "Slide out of your coat quick, and we'll rig this as a dummy, see?" Jack saw instantly, though he did not yet thoroughly understand : His coat and his hat came off "There'll be another train along here in just about a minute or two, Willis says, and it will be on this track to which you were tied," Lafe went on, as he and Jack worked hastily to turn the willow brush into the semblance of a human being. "Ken nedy's gang intended to give you a great scare with that first train-just scare the life out of you and then they meant to untie you before the other train came along on this track. We'll go 'em one better." Jack understood thoroughly now. "Great!" he whispered, as he worked away. "We'll tum the tables on 'em !" "We'll trick the tricksters !" said bubbling with enthusiasm. "Did you plan this?" "Yep; as soon as Willis told me about the two trains. This second train is only a few minutes be hind the other. We'll tie this dummy to the track, and then we'll see what those fellows do. Willis has got 'em good and scared by this time. I heard 'em running." As quickly as they could, they put the coat and hat on the dummy, and then dragged it to the track, and there in the darkness placed it in the position Jack had occupied. Fortunately for Jack, he had a warm sweater under his coat, which, by a good chance, was of dark color and did not betray him, as a white or light-colored one might have done. think they're over this w ay professor." It was Lee Willis again, leading his imaginary Pro fessor Chubb in search of Kid Kennedy and his chums. Following the words, Jack and Lafe heard Willis and some of his friends tramping about, not far from the track. "There has been some 1m"schief done here, pro fessor! I don't know what it is, but they were over here somewhere, and they had one of the new fellows as a pn"soner. They were t'P t'o some hazing trick, I'm sure." The imaginary professor grumbled something in a thick voice that, at a little distance, might be supposed to resemble Chubb's. Jack ar{d Lafe slid from the track where they had done their work, and, having r eached the lower level, crawled on in the direction of Willis and his friends. As they did so, they heard the whistle of a locomo tive. The other train was coming. CHAPTER XII. TRICKING THE TRICKSTERS. Kid Kennedy's rage against Jack might have led him farther than it did if it had not been for the restraining influence of Sid Percival and Julian Glaze Sid Percival could not fail to remember that Jack had saved the life of his sister; and, "".:hile that would not cause him, as an upper classman, 1 to turn against the fellows of his own class, and favor a new student, it did cause him to oppose some of Kid's more danger ous and malignant plans. It was Sid himself, backed by Julian Glaze, who had favored the plan at last adopted -the plan of tying Jack Lightfoot to the railroad track, and giving him a great scare. Knowledge of the two tracks and the two that passed over them at so nearly the same time suggested the idea. Sid Percival was as much bent on holding the new students down to what the upper classmen considered their proper place as was even Kid Kennedy. Sid had assisted in annoying and in attempting to


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 25 haze the Southerner, Lee 'Willis, and some of the others who afterward came to the aid of Lafe and Jack. Kid Kennedy's "gang" had pretty well subdued all the newcomers. Willis had raved, and had sent chal lenges to duels, which Kennedy and his crowd had ignored and laughed at. They told Willis, as they later told Jack, that he was but an angle-worm, that he had no real right to live and breathe in the presence of an upper classman, and that when he addressed one of them, he must be sure always to say, "Yes, sir," and "No, sir," emphasizing the "sir." Willis had not yet been forced into entire obedience, which was perhaps the reason why he was so ready to come to Jack's assistance; but all the other new students had been whipped and hazed and terrified into submission. When Jack Lightfoot appeared on the scene, the course pursued toward Willis and the others had been begun against him at once. And because Jack had not submitted meekly to whatever indignities the upper classmen chose to put on him, but was ready to stand up and fight for his rights and for decent treatment, he had been singled out as a victim for the worst that the upper classmen could do. While Jack was writhing and tugging to break his bonds, and the frightful roar of that first train was sounding in his ears, Kennedy and his gang were crouching in the darkness, sJme distance away, and in fancy depicting to themselves what he was doing and suffering. Of course they meant to remove him from the track before the second train was due. But just here their plans were interfered with. Willis upon the scene with the fellows who were with him; and he appeared to be talking to Professor Chubb. The darkness, now that the light of the paper torch was gone, had been too great for Kennedy and his crowd to see who was really with Willis; but they recognized his voice, and they fancied that in the answers which were now and then given they detected the tones of Professor Chubb. From what they heard, it seemed quite plain that Lee Willis and some of the other new men had "tumbled" to the game that was being played against Jack Lightfoot, and had led Professor Chubb to that place. Not doubting that the fat professor, whom they feared, was with Willis, the only thing for them to do was to withdraw quietly, until after Chubb and Willis were gone; and they hoped, as they made this withdrawal, that Jack would not be released until after he had been scared blue by that first train. The train roared by as they were "craw-fishing" t from their place of hidin 'g; and, when it had gone, they again heard Willis, as he poked about with "Professor Chubb." .. They could hear Willis plainly, and, from what he was saying, it was clear that he and Chubb, and the others, had not yet found Jack. That the gang under Kennedy to think that perhaps the fright given by that train had caused Jack to faint, and that he was now lying speechless and senseless. Then they heard the approach of the second train ; and they fell into a sweat of fear themselves. "Professor Chubb" and V\T illis, and those others. were between them and the place w\ltre Jack was thought to be tied; and they could not now get to Jack to relieve l'lim; and they were sure that if they did not release him that train would run : over him. and that might be called murder. They were almost on the point of trying to go to Jack by a roundabout "sneak," when vVillis and "Pro fessor Chubb" walked straight in their direction. 'Villis was trying to frighten them away from the track, and he now succeeded. They believed that if Chubb saw them, and recognized any one of them, that individual would be expelled from the academy. Still hoping for time to go to Jack Lightfoot's release, they .retreated in the darkness before Willis and those who were with him; and, as they fled, they heard Willis say: I "It's strange, professor; but I thought they were right here somewhere. Ah! didn't you hear some thing then? I believe the rascals are right out there now!" The boy who was acting the part of "Professor


. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. spoke iri heavier tones, but they were lower and Kennedy's crowd could not understand what he said; but they knew that he and Willis, and the others, and his crowd were beyond the point when! Jack had been tied to the track, and were walking on, awa y from him. They did not take time to study the fellows came in that direction. who were with Willis, or they might have observed So they scampered, running softly back into the that among them there was not one who was as wide darkness. and fat as Professor Chubb; the thing that drew Willis and "Professor Chubb," having driven their eyes was that form on the track. hazers back, turned around now, and walked in the They beheld the dummy plainly, as the light of the direction of the track. locomotive struck it. "They'll find him!" said Kid in a whisper. "But maybe they won't!" urged Sid Percival. "If I they don't?" "We, can't go up there now, anyway, and get our selves caught. 1'hey're c!>se to that place where Jack is tied.'' "He doesn't seem to be able to speak!" said another. "No, that scare keeled him over, I guess!" It was Sid who said the last, anQ. his tone was anx10us. "Fellows," he went on, "I think we ought to shout out, and tell Chubb and Willis and that crowd that Jack is right there close by them, tied to the track. That train is mighty fast!" "Oh, they'l,see him!" urged Kennedy. "They hav en't seen him yet, and they don't know he's there." Sid Percival had no desire to bring about Jack's death He thought they had scared Jack until he was senseless, and, now that Jack's life was, seemingly, in peril, and were responsible for his osition, he wanted to shout to Willis and the supposed pro fessor, and inform them of Jack's danger. "Just wait a minute!" Kid urged nervously. "They're sure to flnd him; they can't miss him." Then all stood together in the darkness, listening to the increasing roar of the fast express. It sounded as if it were just beyond the cut now, and its headlight brightened the sky. Then its whistle smote the air. "If you fellows won'.t yell, I will!" said Sid des perately; and he put his hands to his lips and shouted out wildly a warning to Willis and the "professor." Then the light of the approaching engine shone through the cut, and, as it did so, they saw that Willis And then, following Sid, they began to run in that direction, thinking that Willis and his crowd had not heard, or understood, and believing that Jack's life was in peril. The dummy on the track did not stir, of course, as they ran toward it, their hearts beating with sudden fear. Then the engineer caught sight of the object on the track, and the whistle of the locomotive screamed. Sid Percival and those who followed him were still running, yet they knevr they v.wuld be too }ate. Then, before they could reach the dummy, the pilot of the engine struck it, and hurled it from the track. Sid dropped to his knees, gasping. His face was white as a sheet. The others stopped, horror-stricken. Before their eyes, as they believed, they had seen Jack Lightfoot hurled to his death from the track; and they had been the cause of it! They stood gasping in fright, looking at each other, with faces bl a nched, as the train rolled by, its brakes squealing. The engineer had applied the air brakes but he could not instantly bring the heavy train to a stop. He, too, believed that the engine had knocked a human form from l:he rails. The whole length of the train passed before the grinding brakes brought it to a halt; and then Kid Kennedy and those with him dashed across the track to where the dummy had been hurled, expecting to find there the mangled remains of Jack Lightfoot. The thought of what they had d o ne hoi:rified them now. What the result would be they dared not think. But they knew it w o uid mean expulsion, arre s t per haps the penitentiary o r e v en ..a series of hangings. Small w o nder that they were a badly scared a nd shak r 1 group.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. They reached the dummy just as some of the trainKi4 Kennedy scrambled to his feet red-faced and men dropped from the rear of the last coach and confused, with his heart thw11ping strangely and a came running toward them. One of the trainmen carqueer, choking feeling in his throat. He was also ried a lighted lantern. Heads were being thrust from beginning to feel enrage'd. He knew now that he ha:d car windows, and those heads were asking a multitude of questions which no one troubled to answer Kid Kennedy and Sid Percival looked down at Jack s coat and hat. ''Good hea v ens! cried Sid staggered by what he beheld. "His legs are gone! He's been cut in two!" The darkness was too great for accurate inspection, but they fancied they had discovered that awful fact, at least. Sid dropped down by the coat and hat which were s till attached to the dummy' of willow brush ; and then he reeled with bewilderment. Kid Kennedy was down at his side and some of the other fellows. "I-I--" stammered Kid. "He's dead? was asked. "What is it?'' All were gasping with horror. "Why, it's-t1s-" "What?'' "I don't know said Sid, bewildered. "Here .is his coat and hat but--" "His legs were cut off, Kid said!" cried one. "But-but the-the upper part of him, and his head-they're gone, too! And--" Kid was inspecting more closely, with his fingers. Then he discovered the trick. His brain whirled in a way to make him seasick, with l!:he revulsion of feeling ; and he gasped, in dismay : "Say, fellows! There's a trick here! This is-is -a dummy!" The trainmen had arrived with their lantern, and m o re men were dropping from the train and running back along the track. With the arrival of the train men another group had come-the group that fol lowed Lee Willis. In that group now were Jack Light foot and Lafe Lampton as well as the young fellow who had so successfully played the part of "Professor Chubb." "What is it-a man?" asked the trainman, swinging his lantern forward. been tricked; and Sid knew it; and, likewise, most of the others of Kid s crowd. "Why, what is this?" said the trainman ',-kicking at the willow dummy. He glared at Kid and those about him "Is thi s s ome fo o l j o ke?" he deman ded. 'Kid Kennedy did n o t ans wer. He wa s looking with wild eyes and open m o uth at Jack Lightfoot whose features w ere revealed now by the light of the lantern; and he wa s looking at Lafe Lampton and tho s e others. There stood Jack in his s w eater A nd here were his coat and hat, which had been used on the dummy. Kid Kennedy had ne v er felt so small and weak in all his life. Then he felt e ven smaller and weaker-felt a s if he wished he c o uld find some little h ole some w here, and crawl into it and hide for the re s t o f his lifewhen Lafe and Jack swung their hands and y elled with laughter and all the fellows with them groaned in a maddening way: "Sold !-sold !-sold !'1 Kid Kennedy and Sid Perci val, and their chums, did not know how it had happened-how it had been done -even now; but they saw enough, and knew enough, and heard enough, to know that truly they had been "sold." And they had not a word to say. They felt as if they would sink into the grourid. They had not dreamed or such a thing, and never had any set of fellows been "sold" more completely. THE END. Next week's issue will be No. 54, "Jack Lightfoot's First Victory; or, A Battle for Blood." Some new characters, and some more of the old ones, appear in this story ; and Jack and his frie11ds, also, demon strate to the disgust and astonishment of some of the fellows of Seagirt, that they understand sports pretty welt and particularly the capital sport of ice hockey You will find it a lively yam.


, ALL-SPORTS LIBR ARY. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely easaya and hints upon various athletic sports and pastimes in which our boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily understood. Instructive articles may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, as follows: No. 31, "How to Make a Cheap Skiff." No. 32, "Archery." No. &I, "Cross-Country Ruhning." No. 34, "The Game of Lacros se." No. 35., "The Boy With a Hobby for Collecting." No. 36, "Football, and How to Play It." No. 37, "A Practice Ganie." No. 38, "How to Play Football-Training." No. 39, "The Men In the Line No. 40, "The Men Behiijd." No. 41, "Signal System s ." No. 42, "Team Play." No. 43, "The End of the Se!ISon." No. 44, A Gymnasium Without Apparatus ." (I.) No. 45, "A Gymnasium Without Apparatus.1 (II.) No. 46, "Bag-Punching." No. 47, "Camping." No 48, "Cruising in Small N o 49, "Sn ow-Shoe and Skee W o rk." No. 50, "How to Make and TTse a Toboggan." No. 61, "Tip-Ups for Pickerel Fishing Through the Ice." No. 52, Winter Sports. \ FANCY SKATING. Every boy likes to skate. The boy is not alone in this, for the grown-ups take just as much interest in skating as he does. This popular sport begins with the first big freeze, everybody seeming to try to be the first one on th e ice. The season is so short at best that the en thusiastic skater wants to make good use of his time and not miss a day while it la s ts. In a big cit y like New York the facilities for skating f'Oltir WHERe J \ AHO O/IUCT/OK are much bettei;, than in small t owns. The park authori ties keep a wafchfu l eye ove r the l akes where the city's millions do their skating and make every provision for th e people s saf e ty. No one is allowed to go o n the ice until it freezes to a certain thickness, and when every thing is in proper form a sig nal is flung to the breeze from a flagstaff to notif y the public that the skati ngseaso n is on at last. If there has been a h eavy snow, the city boy, unlil

A CHAT WITH' YOU / Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around the camp-fire, and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young readers who care to gathe r 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 desire to make this department one that will be eagerly read from week to week by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of valuable assist ance in building up manly, healthy Sons of America. All letters received will be answered immediately, but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of the date of issue. Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience THE EDITOR. I have read your weekly from No. II to date, and think it second only to Tip T.op Weekly, which means a great deal. All the characters are fine, especially Jack and Lafe. The author's stand against j u-j utsu, that tricky Japanese art of scrapping, is, as I think, right, and no true American should bother with it, as it was not made for Americans The girls in Mr. Stevens' stories are true to life, and show the great difference between our future women. Books where the hero is never defeated are not in comparison with the Lightfoot stories, as Jack is subject to defeat m some things. Taken in all, the ALL-SPORTS is an American publication to be proud of. In closing, I will say that I am collecting souvenir postal cards, and will honestly exchange with any person in any county, State, or country. Expecting to hear from many readers, I will clo se, wishing ALL-SPOii.TS a long and prosperous life and the same to Mr. Stevens, T. HousTO:t-f. 5816 Alder Street, Pittsburg, Pa. ALL-SPORTS is a weekly that you make no mistake in praising. It's too bad that you did not have a chance to the issues appearing before No. II, so that you could have followed Jack's adventures from the start. t I have read the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY from I to 43, and I have yet to find one that I did not thoroughly enjoy. I like Jack, Tom, Phil, Lafe, Brodie, and Jubal best. I would like to see Delancy Shelton and Jack be friends, and see him spend some of his money on Jack. I was glad to Jack a'nd Reel make up. I think the ALL-SPORTS is getting better right along. I stay up Saturday nights until I read the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. I take the liberty of asking you some questions. I am 19 years 3 months old. My weight is 147 pounds; height, 5 feet 4 inches; neck, 14)4 inches; chest, expanded, 41 inches ; bicep, right, 1 I inches ; ex panded, 13 inches; left, roY, inches; expanded, 12)/, inches; waist, 32)/, inches; wrist, right, 7)4 inches; left, 7)4 inches; around shoulders, 45 inches ; thigh, right, 24 inches ; left, 23Y:I inches; calf, right, 14 inches; expanded, 15)/, inches; left, 13Y:I inches; expanded, IS inches; ankle, right, 9 inches; left, inches. What are m strong points? What are my weak points? Yours truly, JAcK's FRIENP. Aberdeen, S. D. You are a very well-built young man. We can find nothing the matter with you except overweight. Providing this does not run to fat, but is good solid muscle, you need not worry about weak points. Allow three little messenger boys who have read your most fascinating weekly, the ALL-SPORTS, to say a word. We think it is the best on the market. The girls are our favorite char acters, for we three fellows like the girls, and we almost fight every day over the smiles of some fair damsel; therefore we think Kate Strawn, Nellie Connor, and Daisy Lightfoot are the finest gir)s of which we have ever read. Before reading your excellent "weekly" we were all habitual users of the young-life destroyers called cigarettes, also confirmed pool-players. But, thanks to Mr. Stevens, our vices are at an end, and from puny, sickly boys, we are fast gaining the elixir of life through con" stant training as prescribed in your weekly. Now as to the characters, we like Jack first of all, and think he would make a good member of our messenger boys A. A., as our captain, Mr. Frank McDonna, head messenger at the Western Union Tele graph Company, often says. As for Reel Snodgrass, if he ever comes to Huntington we will set Monk Bright, the messenger boys' "scrapper," after him if he ever dares to show his Bombay face in our village. Your basebal'I and football stories are ex cellent, and although you have a worthy opponent in Tip Top, it is not one bit better than your ALL-SPORTS. We are glad to see Jack is about to have adventures in other places besides Cran ford, and hope his triumphs will never cease Jube Marlin, little Nat Skeen, and the others are all right. But Wilson Crane and the gang, with Snodgr; and his J"uppy partner, Livingston, are no good. 'Nill now bring this to a close, hoping it will not reach the waste-basket, for we all admire your weekly and always speak a good word for your little paper when we can. Hurrah for ALL-SPORTS forever! Will close, from your three little mes senger friends, WILLfE MILLS, FORBES HOLTON, CoocHEE BRIGHT, Postal Messengers at the Florentine Hotel. Huntington, W. Va. Here are three gallant boys who admire the girls in the stories, and why shouldn't you? It is a treat to make the acquaintance of such charming young ladies. We are glad to know that ALL SPORTS has had such a good influence that you have given up your bad habits. You will never regret having done so, and in after years will look back at the time you read ALL-SPORTS and thank the day you first became interested in it. A short time ago I wrote a letter to ALL-SPORTS, but never saw it in print, so I thought I would write again. ALL-SPORTS is certainly a fine book, and one of the leaders in boys' literature. I like Jack, Tom, Lafe, Phil, Ned, but I hate Crane. He is altogether too long-legged, and when he went against Jack he showed his true nature-he wants to lead in everything. Phil I like. He is gritty and full of snap and ginger, and one of the best athletes in Cranford. I would like to see that dude Shelton and Reel Snodgrass both of them kicked out of Cranford. Reel showed what a sneak and liar he was when he lied to Jack about his-Jack's-father. I hope Cranford will never cease to win the pennant for both baseball and football. Mr. Stevens certainly gave us some fine stories on both base ball and football. Are Jack and his chums going to play basket ball this winter? I hope they do I would be very much pleased to exchange souvenir cards or correspond with any of the readers of ALL-SPORTS. vVith three cheers for 'Mr. Stevens, I remain, 328 Warren Avenue, Chicago, Ill. WALTER G. WHITEHEAD. This is a pleasant letter from an admiring reader. Evidently you have been a close student of the affairs at Cranford and kndw each character intimately. Perhaps Mr. Stevens will con" elude to give us a taste of basket-ball before spring rolls around. Now that evening is here, work is over, and I am home rest" ing from a hard day's go in the mills, I take my pen in hand to write and tell ALL-SPORTS readers what I think of the greatest weekly ever published, either in this country or in any other. I am an Englishman by birth, and lived on the other side for some time before coming to this country. I used to read all the boys' papers printed over there, and can say that I have proba bly read all that appeared while I was there. But when I came to America and could not get those that I had been used to, I took to reading what I could get on the news-stands. At first I did not know whether I would get u sed to them, but the more I read them the more I got to like them. A friend of mine gave me a copy of your publication, and I have been reading it


30 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ever since. This weekly and Tip Top are my fav ori tes. I ho p e your other readers get as much enjoyment out o f their libr aries as I do min If they appreciate good things I have no d ou bt that they wili. WILLIAM GRANT. Paterson, N. J. You have made no mistake in selecting the two libraries you mention for your weekly reading, as they are, according to the opinion of the reading public, the brightest papers that have been placed before our boys for many a year We hope that you will always remain as satisfied with ALL-SPORTS as y o u are now; and we have no fears to the contrary, as our publication is growing better constantly. Your commendation of our weekly is borne out by the large body of readers who have stood by us for so long. Hurrah for ALL-SPORTS! It is the greatest paper that I ever read. I don't want anything b e tter. It always contains a goo d lively story, and is well written, something I can't say for other weeklies I have read that were publi s hed by imi ta t o rs o f your wonderful library. r want to tell yo u about a dog th

TALES OF ADVENTURE IN A BIG CITY BOWERY BOY LIBRARY FIV'E ================================================6 Every boy will be delighted to read these adventures of a plucky lad among the good arid bad inhabitants that swarm the streets of New York. The "Bowery Boy Library" contains tales of the adventures of a poor waif whose name is "Bowery Billy." Billy is a true product of the streets of New York. Beneath his ragged jacket there beats a heart as true as steel and as unswerving in its devotion to his friends as the course of the earth in its orbit. Billy is the personification of "right makes might." No true boy can read the tales of his trials and successes without imbibing some of that resource and courage that makes the character of this homeless lad stand out so prominently. Boys, if you want the most interesting stories ever written about a boy, do not fail to read the "Bowery Boy Library" every week. You will be more than satisfied with the investment of your nickel. HERE ARE THE TITLES I-Bowery Billy, the Street Vagabond; or, A Boy Hero in Rags. 2-Bowery Billy's Chinese Puzzle; or, Holding Up the Pig Tails. rBowery Billy, the Dock Rat; or, A Boot black Among the River Pirates. 4-Bowery Billy on Deck; or, The Trail of the Gotham Firebugs. 5-Bowery Billy's Bootblack Pard; or, Right ing a Great Wrong. 6-Bowery Billy's Bargain Day; or, Following a Strange Oue. 7-Bowery Billy's Business Racket; or, The Boy Beagle in a New Deal. 8-Bowery Billy's Best Job; or, The Street Gamin Detective in 9-Bowery Bill's Mark-Down; or, A Corner in City Crooks. 10--Bowery Billy's Twin; or, A Boy Ferret Among the Dagos. l I-Bowery Billy in Luck; or, Move-Alon8 Mac, the Mercer Street Make. 12-Bowery Billy's Runabout Race; or, The Brigands of Brooklyn Bridge. 13-Bowery Billy s Blazed Trail;. or, The Man Hunters of Manhattan. 14-Bowery Billy s Side Line; or, A Whirl of Fortune's Wheel. 15-Bowery Billy, the Bootblack Reporter; or, Tracking the Trackers. 16-Bowery Billy's Bluff; or, Tad Wrinkles, the Wire Tapper. 17-Bowery Billy's Benefit; or, The Grandee of Grand Street. 18--Bowery Billy's Best; or, A Chip of the Old lg.:-Bowery Bill's Blind; or, Thistle, the Tomp kins Street Trimmer. 20--Bowery Billy's Set-Back; or, Thistle Tom's Treachery. For sale by all newsdealers, or will be sent post paid by the publishers at Five Cents per copy THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY 165 West Fifteenth Street, NEW YORK CITY i


ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY .. Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and ao laJ the foundation of a constitution sreater than that of the United .States." -Wise Sa;ylnsa from Tip Top. 'TOU like fun, adventure and mystery, don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS I LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is de-Yoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has brigkt, handsome, colored cover1, and each story is of generous length. You are looking for a big :five cents worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your ne"W"sdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be 1ure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things it has ita imitations. 1:1<>-JaclC Lightfoot in Camp; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-Jack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jaek Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" .Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball. 24-Jack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-J ack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26-Jack Lightfoot's Hard Luck; or, A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. 28-J ack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The Jiu Jitsu Trick that Failed to Work. 29-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. 30-J ack Lightfoot in the Box; or, The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. 31-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Find; or, The New Man Who Covered "Short." 32-Jack Lightfoot, Archer; or, The Strange Secret an Arrow Revealed. 33-Jack Lightfoot's Cleverness; or, The Boy Who Butted In. 34-J ack Lightfoot's Decision; or, That Chestnut of "Playing Against Ten Men." 35-Jack Lightfoot, Pennant-Winner; or, Wind ing up the Four Town League. 36-Jack Lightfoot's Pledge; or, Bound in Honor. 37-JaclC Lightfoot's Nerve; or, A Desperate Mutiny at the "Gym." 38-J ack Lightfoot's Halfback; or, Playing the Giants of the League. 39-Jack Lightfoot's Gridiron Bo ys; or, Leading a Patched-up Team to Victor y 40-Jack Lightfoot's Trap Shooting ; or Up Against the Champions of the Gun Club. 41-Jack Lightfoot's Touch-down; or, A Hard Nut to Crack at Highland 42-Jack Lightfoot's Flying Wedge; or How Kirtland Won the Game for Cranford 43-Jack Lightfoot's Great Kick; or, The Tackle That Did Not Work. 44-Jack Lightfoot's Duck-Blind; or, A Strange Mystery of the Swamp. 45-Jack Lightfoot's Luck; or, Glorious Days of Sport Ahead. 46-Jack Lightfoot's Triumph; or, Back from a. Watery Grave. 47-Jack Lightfoot Down in Dixie; or, The Voyage of a Single-Hand Cruiser. 48-Jack Lightfoot's Plans; or, Wrecked on Indian River. 49Jack Lightfoot on Snowshoes ; or, The Chase of the Great Moose. 50-Jack Lightfoot Snowed-Up; or, Lost in the Trackless Canadian Wjlderness. 51-Jack Lightfoot's Enemies; or, A Fight to the Finish. 52-Jack Lightfoot at Seagirt; or, New Friends and Old Foes. 53-Jack Lightfoot's Hazing; or, Tricking the Tricksters. 54-Jack Lightfoot's First Victory; or, A Battle for Blood. FI-VE : Por Sale bT 1111 Newsdealers, or eat, potpald, aJIOn receipt of price by publuben : : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK I


THE FA VO RITE LIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES ALL SPORTS LIBRARY All sports that boys are interested in, are carefully dea lt with in theALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. T he stories deal with the adven t ure s of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes. TIP TOP WEEKLY Frank and Dick Merriwell a re TIP TOP W[EnY two brothers whose adventures in college and on the athletic field are of intense interest to the American boy of to-day. They prove that a boy does not have to be a rowdy to have exciting sport. BUFFA LO BILL STORIES Buffalo Bill is the hero of a thousand exciting adventures among the Redskins. These are given to our boys only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to interest and please you. BRAV E AND BOLD .---Every boy who prefers variety in his reading matter, ought to be a reader of Brave and Bold. All these were written by authors who are past masters in the art of telling boys' stories Every tale is complete in itself. DIAMOND DICK WEEKLY The demand for stirring stories of Western adventure is admirably filled by this library. Every up-to-date boy ought to read just how law and order are estab lish ed and maintained on our Western plains by Diamond Dick, iiaiiill Bertie, and Handsome Harry. NICK CARTER WEEKLY We know, boys, that there is no need of introducing to you Nicholas Carter, the g reatest sleuth that ever lived. Every number containing the adven tures of Nick Carter has a peculiar but delightful, power of fascina tion. Do not think for a second, boys, that these stories are a lot of musty history, just sugarcoated. They are all new tales of exciting adventure on land and sea, in all of which boys of your own age took part. ROUGH RIDER WEEKLY Ted .Strong was appointed deputy marshal by accident, but he resolves to use his authority and rid his ranch of some very tough bullies. He does it in such a slick way that everyone calls him "King of the Wild West" and he certainly deserves his title. .,._...,, tf:-.... t-... n'Wu IPJt ,) .... .... -t,lo