Jack Lightfoot's enemies; or, A fight to the finish


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Jack Lightfoot's enemies; or, A fight to the finish

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Boralmo, as tripped Jack, he sprang at Jack's throat.

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, bfish St Note "Teach t'lle Amerfcan !loy laow to l>ff.ome ea atlltete, an.i lay tbe foundation fo:a c:onstttutlon greater t11an nun u I er of the United States."-Wise sayings from "Tip Top." There bas never been a time when the boys of this great country took to keen an Interest In all manly and health-giving sports u they do to-day. As proof of this witness the record-breaking that attend college struggles on the gridiron, as well as athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude of other channei. thl love for the "life .strenuous" I making Itself mnlfest, so that, as a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front as seeken of IJloneet port. Recognizing thi. "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that the time bas arrived to give this vast army of young ea-thuluts a publication devoted exclusively to invlgorattng out-door life. We feel we are justified In anticipating a warm responee from 0111: sturdy American boys, who are sure to revel ho the tlrrlng phases of sport and adventure, through which our characters pass from week to week. I ALL.SPORTS LIBRARY Issued Weekly. By Subscription, $2.50 p e r year. Entered according to Act of Qmgress in the year rqo6, in the office of tile Libraria11 of Congress, Washing'I01', .D. C., by THE WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., New Y ork, N. Y. No. 51. NEW YORK, January 27, 1906. Price Five Cents. "' JACK LlfiHTFOOT'S ENEMIES; OR, A Pight to the Pinish. By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best all-rour.d athlete in Cranford or vicinity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after he had conquered a few of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doin g' tl1ingswhile others were talking, that by degrees caused him to b e looked upon as the natural leader in all the sports Young America delights in-a boy who in learning to conquer hims"lf put the power into his hands to wrest victory from others. Tom Lightfoot, Jack' s cousin, and sometimes his rival; though their striving for the master?' was always of the friendly, generous kind. Tom was called the Book-Worm" by his fellows, on account of his love for studying suc h secrets of nature as practical observers have discovered and published. Ned Skeen. of impulsive, nervous temperament. Lafe Lampton, a bii<, hulking chap, with an ever present craving for s omething to eat. Lafe always had his appetite along, and a stanch friend of our hero through thick and thin. Brodie Strawn, one of the Cranford athletes, and a great admirer of Phil Kirtland. Phil Kirtland, once Jack's bitter rival, but now a fair friend, and quit e fond of Jack's pretty sister Daisy. Reel Snodgrass, a boy who came from India, and kept matters pretty warm for Jack ever since hill arrival at Cranford. Jubal Marlin, a Yankee lad, keeper of tho club mascot, and with an o ffice at the "gym." Saul Messenger, a friend of Jack's, and something of a fighter. Boralmo, a wizard from India, whose knowledge of hypnotism and the Black Arts made him a man to be feared. Mr. Snodgrass, an eccentric and wealthy citizen of Cranford. John Lightfoot, Jack's long lost father. Mrs. Lightfoot, his dearly loved mother. Kennedy, the valorous town constable. CHAPTER I JACK STRIKES A TRAIL. Jack Lightfoot stopped under the big elm at the corner of the street, and stood in a listening and watching attitude. He had seen the shadow of a man on the snow in the little alley back of the Cranford bank. The time was night, the hour rather late, and he was on his w ay home from Lafe Lampton's. "Can that be Kennedy?" was his thought. Some time before the bank had been burglarized by Boralmo, the pretended Hindu, who had made his first visit to Cranford with Reel Snodgrass. Since then, Kennedy, the constable and night watchman, had kept a pretty close watch on the bank, and on any stranger entering the town, even though it was somewhat like locking the stable door after the horse had been stolen. The street was perfectly quiet, and the shadow behind the bank had disappeared. Stepping from under the elm,. Jack vaulted the l o w

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2 :ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. fence, and hurried toward the little alley. His feet crunched the snow, mak111g a noise that sounded very loud, because of the general stillness. As he thus advanced, the form of a man muffled in a heavy overcoat came out of the alley with a quick jump; and, with his head bent low, as if for the purpose of preventing his face from being seen, he darted behind a building and out of sight. Jack heard the patter of his feet, showing that he was running. And now, sure that the man had been in the alley with guilty intentions, Jack ran in pur suit. Before he reached the house which had hidden the man from view, the sounds of running had stopped, and, when Jack turned the corner, the man was not in sight. The snow lay white before him along the narrow street, but it had been trodden by many feet, so that it was impossible to make out the tracks of the man who had just passed that way. Nevertheless, Jack ran on, hoping again to see the fellow, or again to hear him. He did neither. The man had vanished. Jack turned back, after he had run the length of a block. '"He went up one of these stairways, that's certain,'' was his conclusion, as he thus retraced his way. "Now, which one?" The thing that had quickened Jack's heart-beats, however, was not so much the man's sudden disappear ance, as the startling fact that he remarkably resembled Boralmo, in spite of the disguise of the big overcoat. Jack had thought of Boralmo 0as soon as he saw the shadow behind the bank building; he did not believe it was that which had made him fancy the man resembled that worthy. "If he went up one of these stairways, and he must have done that to disappear so quickly, then he is in one of these houses; yet if I go away to summon Kennedy or any one, he will have a chance to get down and out." As Jack thought thus, and was asking himself what he should now do, he heard a heavy thud behind one of the houses-a sound exactly like that of a man's feet striking the ground after a leap from a height. Jack did not hesitate longer. He sprang at the open stairway before him, and went scrambling through the darkness to the upper ianding. A part of this house was occupied, he knew, but the top floor was tenantless. At the end of the landing was a door whose upper half was of glass, uncurtained. Jack tried this door, to find it locked. He could look through this door into the room, and on out through the window at the other side of it. The window was open, and he knew the man had escaped by it. "Balked!" he said, as he tried the door. "He passed through this door, and locked it, and then jumped from the window." In proof of this, there came to his keen ears the sound of hurrying feet crunching over the snow If Jack had been an officer, or armed with a warrant for the arrest of the man, he would have forced the door, or broken the upper panes, in order to reach the window beyond in time to look down and get another glimpse of the rascal. As it was, he was forced to stand there, hearing those steps, yet unable to do anything. He stared through the glass and on through the window, and was rewarded shortly by seeing the mfin come out on a street some distance away. "Boralmo !" he said, wl en he again beheld that skulking form. The distance was great, however; and, except for certain feeling that the man was Boralmo, caused chiefly by the remarkable resemblance which was again noticeable, Jack had no evidence that his guess was true. Whoeve he was, the man disappeared down a side street, and our young friend did not see him again. Jack now retraced his way down the stairs, and went in search of Kennedy, whom he found after awhile on the main street, not far from Strawn's dry goods store. "I may be foolish and over-suspicious," he said to Kennedy, as he began to tell his startling story, "but I am almost sure that I saw and chased Boralmo to night, and that he was poking round behind the bank, with the intention of robbing it again." The statement was enough to stir Kennedy out of all the equanimity he possessed. He knew that Jack was reliable and not given to fancies. "Is that so?" he said, his voice trembling with the sudden exci\ement. ""I'm glad you came to me at once. I'll put some deputies on, and, if he's in the town, we'll land him. Whoever he was, he had an eye out for the batik safe, you may bet, or he wouldn't have run. He's a jumper, too, or he'd have broken his neck or a leg when he took that header from the window. We'll go round there, and take a look at \ those tracks in the snow." They went to the spot from which the man had

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 leaped from the window, and there found the im prints of his feet in the snow, and the trail he made across th e l o t t o the street, where he had been seen by Jack to emerge. There, of course, the trail was lost, for the snow was packed like adamant by the feet of many passers. "He went down that wty," said Jack, pointing out the direction. "Follow him, and look out for yourself," said Kennedy, "
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4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. openly spoken ill of him, and even persecuted him, now desired to be his friends. These people had discoveretl all at once that he possessed many fine traits whioh they did not dream he possessed before. Of the flatterers who sought to fawn on him un ceasingly were Lily Livingston an1 her scheming mama, and Delancy Shelton, the rich young dude. In their eyes, Jack was worth while now; and Mrs. Livingston had even whispered to Lily that Jack would be a great "catch," in case she failed to land Delancy in her matrimonial net. But his sudden accession of fortune, and the con sequent rise from almost poverty to affiuence, had produced no visible effect in Jack himself, nor in Jack's parents and sister. It is true that Jack's father was now talking of erecting a handsome residence in Cran' ford, and that he had been elaborating some large plans for Jack's education and future, yet that was all he had said or done to show that his financial status had changed. # It was this altered condition of things which Reel Snodgrass had in mind when he suggested that Jack would now have a chance to judge if other lands were better than America. Nor could Reel put away the unpleasant recollection that he and Boralmo had been wrecked on that South Sea island, and, having met Jack's father there, that Boralmo had run away with the only boat, taking Reel with lrim. John Lightfoot did not hold Reel responsible for that; yet Reel knew that neither Jack nor his father had forgotten it, or could ever forget it. "It doesn't seem that I shall have much of a chance for some time to do a great deal more of traveling," was Jack's answer to Reel's suggestion. "I am to go to a preparatory school, you know, to fit for college. Besides, I've been on flying trips to Florida and Canada recently." "Yes, I know that." Reel was getting farther and farther from the thing which was at the moment uppermost in Jack's mind, and Jack resolved now to bring him round to it by a straight question. So he said : "Reel, is Boralmo in Cranford?" This query came so suddenly and unexpectedly that Reel looked frightened. He stared at Jack, and his face turned pale. "No," he answered. "What made you ask?" "Because I saw a man to-night I thought looked like him." '"Where was that?'' Reel queried, his voice a trifle shaky. "In the alley back of the bank. When I started over toward the alley, he ran out of it and into that small He went up one of the stairways there, and jumped to the grouno fr om a back window. \Vhoever he was, he seemed frightened, and he resembled Boralmo." A flush of indignation swept now across Reel's tanned I face. He was usually a handsome young fellow, athletic, darkly tanned, neatly dressed, and almost gen tlemanly in appearance. But when that look flashed across his face, a tempestuous and fiery spirit blazed behind it, foreboding peril to any one against whom his wrath was aroused. "Lightfoot," he said, his voice trembling, "I'm sorry you feel called on to think that every stranger who comes into Cranford and conducts himself in a suspi cious manner may be Boralmo. I suppose you think that I must have been mixed up in the fellow's attempt on the bank, or his contemplated attempt, and that's why you came in here." "Nothing of the kind," Jack protested; "but I did think that if Boralmo was in town, you might be aware of it." "I don't think he's in town," Reel protested. "In fact, I think he is dead. You remember that he sailed away from Cranford in that balloon, the last time he was here, and that the balloon is supposed to have fallen into the sea. I think he was drowned then." "You know I have never really thought he was, and you were never sure of it." "No, I couldn't be sure of it, of course; but I'm almost dead certain he isn't in Cranford to-night; and, even if he is, I don't think it's quite fair for you to mix me up in anything he may be doing, even in your mind." "If you discover that he is here, will you let me know it?" Jack asked. Reel's face still held that hot flus-h. "N-no," he said, hesitating, "I wouldn't tell you, nor any one, even if I knew he was here. I'll be frank with you. Boralmo is a rascal; and yet I owe him a good many things. He brought me here, you know. It's worth something to be brought to such a town as Cranford." He tried to say that last in a jocular way, but it was a failure. "If you were il! my place, you wouldn't tell a thing like that," he insisted. Jack arose to go. "But, Lightfoot," said Reel, nsmg also, while his tone changed, "I want to do square thing by you,

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 you know. I've told you that often enough to make you 'feel sure that I mean it. You've helped me a lot. You've given me points about skating, the same as Phil Kirtland has, and some of the other fellows. And I'm under great obligations to you in many ways. I want to keep myself straight, and hold the good opini o n of the Cranford people." He hooked a trembling finger into a buttonhole of Jack s coat. So, unless you're dead sure B o rahno is here, and is trying to do dirt, d o n t s peak o f him to any one, and keep my name out of it, anyway. I don't think he is here; but, if he is, remember that I've cut loose from him." "I shan t say anything further about it, unless he is certainly seen; that i s I shan t speak to any one out side of our family, and t o T o m a nd Lafe. Kennedy may do a little talking, thou g h ." "I'm sorry you told Kennedy about it." "I thought I ought to. "I mean I'm sorry you named Boralmo Kennedy could h a ve watched the bank and the streets without having Bor a lmo in mind. That's what I mean. I'm sorry you mentioned Boralmo J k was alm o st sorry himself he had done that, as he left the h o use, and went o n home, thinking of that flus hed fac e and shaking voice. If Reel h a d reall y cut loose from Boralmo, and was trying to liv e on the level, Jack Lightfoot was the last person who would put a straw in his way. CHAPTER III. A MYSTERIOUS A TT ACK. Jack Lightfoot w as no more than at h o me, an.d in the s hed-ro o m back of the h ouse-he had not yet entered the a thing occurred which was as startling and suggestive as anything which had happened that evening. He heard a sudden, loud cry from the street, fol lowed by a blo w a fall a.nd then groans. Jack threw open the shed-room door, and ran along the path at the side of the house until he came to the paling gate. Throwing this open, he into the street. At the same time, he heard a stir in the house and the voice of his father asking what was the matter. At the point where the alley came out to the side walk, a form was lying, and back in the alley some one was running. Jack hurried to the form lying prone on the snow. When he lifted the head and sought to turn the body over, he was astonished and alarmed to discover that it was his cousin Tom. Blood was flowing from Tom's moutl ( and had stained the snow. Jack's loud cry summoned his father, and, close at the heels of John Lightfoot, came Daisy and her mother. "It's Tom!" cried Jack, lifting Tom by the shoul ders, and s upporting his head. "Some one knocked him down here and then ran up the alley. I didn t get to see who did it." Dai sy screamed, when she saw the blood on the snow: "He's killed!" "I think not;" said Jack, trying to remam calm, though hi s brain was whirling. "We must get him into the h o use, -and send for a doctor." Daisy ran back into the hou se to telephone for Doctor Messenger while Jack and his fath e r lifted Tom, and bore him into the house. Mrs. Lightfoot ran on before, and was getting a cot ready as they carried him into the lower back room Tom groaned, and put up his hand ip a wavering way, as if to ward off a blow, as they placed him on the cot. They could hear Daisy frantically ringing the tele phone bell in the other room. Jack now brought water, and, when they began to s prinkle it in Tom's face he threw up his hand again, as if t o ward off a blow. Jack was doing some rapid thinking. He observed that Tom was dressed somewhat like himself; and, as the reader knows, the resemblance of the cousins was cons i derable. Jack was taller and stronger; but in the night, and to a man who was not well acquainted with them, the mistake of thinking that Toro was Jack not have been singular. Before Doctor Messenger came, Tom had recovered sufficiently to sit up on the cot a n d tell what he knew of the cowardly assault which had been made on him. That was not much. He had crossed the alley, and was c o ming on to the house, when he heard a light step behind him. As he turned to see who was there, he was hit a smashing blow in the back of the head. "It knacked me flat, and, if I hadn't dodged as it fell, I guess I'd have got it even heavier." Jack, going out and looking about at the mouth of the alley, came back with a heavy piece of iron, which he had picked up there. Doctor Messenger inspected that piece of iron curi ously, and then reexamined the wound in Tom's head,..

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.. 6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. It was a heavy bruise, with but a slight cut; the bloo
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\-IBRARY. 7 man wrapped in a heavy overcoat stooq there with "a keen, dark face, black eyes, and a pointed beard. But for those fiery eyes, Reel would have been ready to declare he had never seen the man Yet in an though the was gteat, he knew this man; and knew that Jack Light .Ji.ad been right in saying that Boralmo was again in Cranford. Reel';; hand shook nervously on the knob of the door as he stared down 4ito those burning eyes. "Why don't you invite me in?" the man asked, in a smooth oily voice. "You don't seem glad to see me ." "May the devil--" "May he be good to me; or take care of his own? That's right; I like to have a strong friend somewhere, and he's said to have a_ considerable influence in this wqrld." He slid m;ider Reel's arm, and squeezed into the room. Reel turned about, startled and staring, then closed the door, locking it, and slipping the bolt into place. Boralmo laughed. "That's right-bolt the cold out. It's warm in here. I hate the cold! That's one reason I like Bombay-none of this infernal snow and cold and ice in your blood half the time." He drew a chair close up to the register, and put not only his hands, but his nose down close to the rising heat. Reel sank limply into a chair. "Why did you corrie here again?"' he asked hoarsely. <11 thought you were dead-drowned in the sea!" ''You mean yo'u hoped so." .. "I. thought so--everybody thought so; but I might .... I have you weren't. But your balloon did fall into the sea?" ":Oid it? I thought it landed in that bit of woods south of Mala pan River. I dreamed that the fel1ow who went away in it buried it in the bog over there,, and then quietly got out of the country. But, of course, if the people here are sure that it went into the sea, it would be a pity to undeceive them." "You were seen to-night," said Reel. "So he's been here, has he?'" He twisted round, and looked at Reel. "He came here and scared you, diet he, by telling you :that he had seen me? That's bad, in a way. If I'd known that, I think I shouldn't have done what I did awhile ago. The whole tbwn will be yelping !' before And that tells me that I must say what I've g<;>t to s ay to you without further delay." "What has happened?" Reel asked, the worst. "You will learn in the morning." Reel started nervously, and then, leaning forward, looked Boralmo full in the face. "Have you done anything to Jack Lightf bot .?", "What I've done, or haven't done, you'll find outin tl;ie morning." "If you have," said Reel, his voice shaky, "it will mean that be hounded to your death! You have't heard the news, perhaps; but John Lightfoot has returned from the South Pacific with a fortune." An ashy-g-ray pallor crept into the fa .ce of Boralmo. For a moment he did not speak. "Then he escaped that island?" "Yes, and he brought.home a fortune in pearls and pearl shell. He is now one of the richest m)n in the country. "You've seen him-have met him?" "Yes; and he told me that, if lfe ever came across you, he would kill you on sight." "And hang for it ,1" said Boralmo, with a hard, mirthless laugh He warmed his hands again over the register, and shook as if the chill of the outer air was still in his f blood. "I don't fear him, nor any one. If we meet, he will be the one to die. And I defy the officers to catch me. But I didn't think he would ever escape from that island. I didn't do that work thoroughly." was leaningback in his chair, surve)'."fng this strange man, his face as pale as Boralmo's: '"What do you by that?" he asked. "I mean that, before I took that boat from the is1and, leaving the men there without any way o.f escaping,. I ought to have slain every one of them. If I had dolJe that, none could ever have risen to trouble me." The cold-blooded heartlessness of this man made Reel shiver. "But I was a fool. ." I was to6 kind-hearted. (let them live, and this is the result. Reel, let this be a warning to you/' "In what way?" "If ever any one rises in your path, him out of it in such a manner that he can't come back into it again. I was too tender-hearted." That ashy-gray pallor was still in his face when he looked And ,,,,-hat he said now was startling enough to make :Rer;l catc h his breath gasp. ..

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8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "I think I killed Jack Lightfoot awliile ago. Reel half rose from his chair, with a startled cry. "What?" "You heard me." "You don't mean it? I was afraid you had done something to him. "Yes, I think I killed him, there in that alley by his house, as he was going home. I c o uldn t stay to see if I'd made a succes s of the job for they heard him in the house as he cried out and fell and then I had t o run for it; but I kno w I s truck hard enough and with a piece of iron If his head isn t split open it must be harder than the iron I hammered it with "They 'll hang you for that! Reel gasped. "Jf they catch me." catch you. For God's sake, get out of the town at once, w hile you can! They'll be here right away after you, and I know it Boralmo again laughed in that mirthless w ay. "You're frightened Why don't you remain cool, as I do?" Yet his hands shook as he stretched them out o ver the register. Then both he and Reel gave a nerv ous start a s a rap sounded on the door. A voice sounded outside. "It's Kennedy! whispered Reel, nsmg. Boralmo stooped, and gliding across the room like a shadow slipped through a door there, and disap peared into another room. Reel rose and went to admit Kennedy Kennedy kicked the snow from his shoes and stamped into the room. "It's cold out," he said. Reel's face was white. "Have a chair?" 1'I don't keer to set down," Kennedy answered. "I just dropped in to tell you that somebody kn o cked Tom Lightfoot on the head awhile ago, as he was gain' down t o call on Jack. It was at the alley there clo se by the house. The feller struck w ith an iron but Tom d o dged, and didn't get the full fo rce of it, and he's still in the land of the livin', 'though Doctor Messenger says that, if the blow had fell just right, he would ha v e been killed. I thought I'd drop in and tell you. He looked about the room. "Haven't seen any 5tranger about the street, or anywheres, to-night?" No Reel r eplie d g etting c o ntr o l o f himself. an d s toopin g '..0 mo nkey with t h e r eg i ste r that the whiteness of his face might not be seen. "That's too bad about Tom! Who do you think did it? "Well, there was a feller seen behind the bank by Jack and it may have been him. Nobody knows. "Where is Tom ?" I "They took him home He'll be all right soon, the doctor says. The blow didn t l a nd right to do much damage Knocked him out for awhile though." Kennedy made a few more:! remarks and asked some unimportant questions and went out; and Boralmo came creeping back into the room, after he was sure Kennedy was gone. CHAPTER V. IN THE POWER OF THE HYPNOTIST. "That man is a fool !" "Not a bigger one than you are, if you don't get right out of Cranford," was Reel's answer. "I think he's outside no w w atching the house." "What did he come for ? He didn t make a search for nfe, if he thou g ht I w as here. "I think he came to see how I w ould take that bit of information. I'm afraid my face gave me away, though I tried to act natural." "I think he' s a fool!" "I only hope he isn't watching round outside. The tone of Reel's voice changed now, and his tanned face flushed. "And I wish you wouldn't mix me in any of your plans. You were hanging round that bank. Jack Lightfoot s aw you. You tried to kill him for that and tackled the wrong fellow. Kennedy is looking for you, and. that's why he came here to my room. If you care an y thing for me as y o u claim you do at times, why don't you keep away from Cranford? "I have to come back to see you now and then. I have come back even from the dead, you know, for that purpose." 1 There wa s a wicked smile on his face. He did not like this changed attitude of Reel. "You'll g et us both into trouble," Reel urged "L am trying to sail a clear c o urse here, and you won t let me." Curses on that Jack Lightfoot! Boralmo broke out furiously "Don't speak so lotfd-you may wake up Mr. Snodgrass." "Oh, your precious 'uncle '!" He glanced round and lowered his voice "You're trying to stand in with Jack Lightfoot, I

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 because it's the thing to do, I suppose. his father returned with that fortune. He's It, since But I know you don't like him." 1 "I like him at times," Reel answered; "at other times I hate him." Boralmo walked over, and squatted again in the chair by the register; and there he turned round, after warming his hands, and stared hard at Reel with his burning black eyes. His dark face was still pale. Reel trembled a little when he observed that fixed gaze, and sought to turn his head away. "Look at me!" Boralmo commanded, in a low, tense voice. "But I don't want to." "Look at me!" Reel shivered, put there was something compelling in the man's voice, and he looked Boralmo squarely in the eyes. "That's right." "I hope you won't try to hypnotize me!" Reel urged, shivering again. "Please don't do that." "I'll do as I please. Now, look at me, while I tell you a few things that you seem to have forgotten. It's plain that you hoped I was dead-that I was drowned in the sea. And that shows that you've been growing away from me. You've forgotten what you owe to me." "I haven't forgotten anything." Reel's voice trembled. "You've forgotten everything! You've forgotten how I found you in Bombay, little better than a beggar rat in the streets, after the real Boralmo died ; and that" if I hadnf t taken you in charge, you'd have been there now, in all your filth and misery. You've for gotten that I put you in school there, and have taught you about everything you know, or ever will know, you ungrateful dog! You've forgotten that it was I who put you on the track of this fortune, which you'll get some day from your 'Uncle' Snodgrass, and that I brought you here, so that could get it. You've forgotten that, when that steamer was wrecked in the Pacific, you would have been drowned there, if it hadn't been for me; and that when we were cast on that island, where \Ye found John Lightfoot, and those other wretches, that it was I who brought you 5afely away with me. Yes, you've forgotten everything." Reel was struggling against the influence that he already felt oppressing him. -In spite of the fact that the words contained a cer tain bitterness, the tone Boralmo was using was a sort of singsong, like that which Reel had heard the snake-charmers of India use many a time in Bombay. "I've been trying to do what is right," Reel pro tested, seeking to fight off the drowsiness that was already coming over him. "You've forgotten everything," Boralmo repeated. "Even when I came here to-night, pursued, and seek ing safety, you would have turned me from the door, if you had dared." "No," said Reel; "I wouldn't have done that." "You would protect me ?" "Yes, always." Reel knew that he was trying not to say this; yet knew, also, that he said it. But even this feeble resistance to the will of a man who was one of the most powerful hypnotist s gradually yielded, as Boralmo went on with his sing song words, his bright eyes fixing Reel's wavering ones, and then seeming to shoot their baleful light down deep into the youth's very soul. "It is my will," said Boralmo, "that you should al ways protect me, and always seek my good, against every one. You understand that?" "Yes," Reel replied now. "You will always seek to help me and protect me, no matter at what cost to yourself?" "Yes." "I made a mistake to-night; it was Tom Lightfoot I tried to kill, and thought I killed, instead of Jack Lightfoot. Jack Lightfoot is my greatest enemy in Cranford. He must be your greatest enemy, too." "Yes." "You admit that?" "Yes." "Tell me where John Lightfoot keeps his money?" "Most of it in bank s ." "I was afraid so. He 9oesn't keep it at home?" "Not much of it, I think : "It isn't all in the Cranford ?" "I think not; only a small part o f it. He has in vested in stocks and bonds and other securities, and I think h(! has deposits in New York, Boston, and Philadelphia." "Spreads it around, does he? \Vise man! But you know something about the new combination to the safe of the bank here?" "I know nothing about it." "I told you to get it for me." "But I thought you were dead." "You hoped I was dead ?" "Yes."

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IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Boralmo smiled. "I thought so. Well, I'm pretty much alive, and a good many others will find that out, as well as you. You're sorry I'm not dead?" "Hardly that. I'm sorry you came back to Cran ford." "But I'm here now, and you've got to do what I tell you." "Yes." Reel had ceased to struggle against that malevolent influence. He sat rigid in his chair, looking straight into those fiery eyes without the movement of an eye lash, while his face had grown almost as white as marble, in spite of its tan. His features were fixed ancf rigid, and he seemed not even to breathe. He was in the power Of the great hypnotist. "And this is what I tell you to do," Boralmo went on. "You're to consider Jack Lightfoot your enemy; but you're not to let him know it. You're to pretend to be his friend always. But, at the same time, you must seek in some way to kill him. To kill him, do you understand ?" "Yes." "That's it-get that idea firmly fixed in your mind. You are to kill him, no matter what it costs you. That boy has got to be put out of the way. If you can do it in some game or sport, so much the better, fo. r then it will be an 'accident.' A great many acci dents happen in these rough American sports. The sea son of football is over, or you might have a chance that way. Get on some team that is opposing him, or even on his own team, if you can ; and then -kill him Get on the hockey team. You will be able to skate as the birds fly, and win games by your wonder ful play." He spoke the words with a low, fierce emphasis. "Yes," said Reel piacidly. "YOU will do it?" "Yes." "There must be no failure." "No." "And you will kill Jack Lightfoot the first charwe you get?'" "Yes." "Remember, now, that you have not seen me in Cranford, and do not know that I am here; you do not know where I am, or anything about me, or even that I am living. You understand? You are not to remember that you have met me, or anything about this." "Yes.." Five minutes later, Reel shivered, put out his arms and legs, and, stretching himself, seemed to awaken in his chair. He stared round the empty room. The lamp burning on the stand, but no one was to be seen. "Great scissors!" he exclaimed, as he thus looked I about. "I must have been asleep! Yes, and I've had an awful dream. I can't remember it very well, but it was something fearful. Let's see, what wai it? Oh, yes ; I dreamed that Boralmo was here." He caught sight of his white face in the mirror, and, rising, stared at himself in the glass. "A regular old nightmare, and it scared me good. Gee! I'm shaking like a leaf, and my face is as white as a sheet. I hope I don't dream that way again. That's because I let myself fall asleep in the chair, instead of going_ to bed." He looked at his watch. "Almost midnight." He went over to a closet, and, taking from it a bottle, poured out for himself a drink of brandy. Having swallowed this, he came back to the register, and stood there, looking about the room, which was growing cold. "I'll have to go to bed. But I don't see how I can sleep, after that. Certainly that was the worst ever! I'm as shaky as an old toper. Boralmo! The very thought of him puts my nerves in a flutter." He walked over to the window; and, d?awing the shade aside, stood looking out into the night. There was no moon, but the snow made the night rather bright, and the stars twinkled, for the electric lights did not reach this part of the yard. "Of all the nightmares, that was the worst!" he groaned, still shivering. Then he began to undt'ess for bed. CHAPTER VI. ON THE LAKE Boralmo had dropped lout of sight. The bank had not been raided. The man seen by Jack had not been seen again, and Kennedy began to think that Jack's lively imagination had led him astray. There was only one thing to sustain Jack's be.lief that he had seen Boralmo, and this was the attack on Tom Lightfoot. That could not be set aside with mere words. Some one had knocked Tom down with a heavy piece of iron, and Tom's head showed the result. Aside from that bruise and cut, Tom was almost

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/ ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. I I himself again. His quickness and aetivity in dodging the blow had saved him from something quite serious. And, although he was not as strong as before the at tack, he began to think he would be able to take part in the hockey match. The opinion that the assault on Tom had its basis in the desire of some one to remove him from the hockey game, or by some one who had a personal spite against him, became in a little while the accepted theory. Phil Kirtland started it. "Jack's always seeing ghosts and things," he said, when he heard that Jack had seen Boralmo, and that the latter had assaulted Tom at the alley, in mistake for Jack. "And he's always fancying that some one is trying to do him up." "I don't knew but he's had ca 1se to think it," said Brodie Strawn, to whom Phil was speaking. "You're standing up for him, are you?" guestioned Phil, with a flash of anger in his dark eyes. "No, but it's a fact. See what Sanderson did." "But he was crazy." "Maybe the fellow that struck Tom was crazy." To Phil and Brodie and many others, the downfall ef Professor Sanderson, the head of the academy, the school which they attended, had come as a stunning shock. Sanderson had always been an enemy of Jack Lightfoot, no one knew just why; and then John Lightfoot, returning home from his long absence, had exposed the wily professor as a criminal who had done time in prison, and had been his personal and deadly enemy.* A new man was in Sanderson's place at the aeademy, but the school showed the evil effects of that exposure of Sanderson, and a number of students had with drawn. The academy had lost prestige. Phil and Brodie were still students there, but did not know how long they might remain so; and the hockey team of the academy was still headed by Phil as captain. "No matter what Sa"nderson did," Phil, "it's my opinion that Jack never saw Boralmo. He's dead, I'm sure-drowned that time when the balloon went into the sea. He couldn't have escaped. The fellow that tried to knock Tom's block off was some one who had a grudge against him, or some one who didn't want him to play in this game of hockey." Tom was an academy boy still, and..,..on Phil's team; and, of course, he would be opposed to Jack in the game, if he played in it. *See 1\ c 45, Jack Lightfoot's Triumph Phil had a bit of spite in his make-up, and a good deal of jealousy;. still, he was altogether too manly to say that he thought one of Jack's friends might have made that assault on Tom. Yet this is what certain other people began to say-people who did not like Jack, and who were always glad to say bitter or hateful things against him or his chums. Jack heard some of the comment of the town on the subject of the attack on Tom Lightfoot. He still had his own opinion concerning the matter. He had at first wavered a little, wondering if he could have been mistaken about seeing Boralmo; but now, since that assault, his opinion was firmly grounded that he had seen that rascal, and that the attack had been made by Boralmo, and was aimed at him. Jack Lightfoot had a level head, and, as a rule, reasoned to quick and sure conclusions. Yet he was willing to admit, to those who doubted his belief, that he might have been mistaken. In a second talk which Jack had with Reel, the latter declared he knew Jack was mistaken, and that Boralmo was not in Cranford. Jack went out to the lake that day more than once and in the afternoon put his hockey team through some practise work. Going down there again, shortly before nightfall, he fell in with Nellie Conner on the way. Nellie had her skates, and was bound for the lake. She smiled brightly when Jack called to her and came running toward her. "The ice is fine," she said, "and I thought I'd go down for a few minutes." Nellie Conner was one of the prettiest girls in Cran ford-with a sweet, serious manner, yet with lovely blue eyes, that danced at times with merriment. Jack walked on with her down to the lake. There he put her skates on for ner, and together they skated out over the ice. As Reel had said, the snow had fallen before the latest freeze, and, be cause of that, the ice was clear and smooth, with a glassy brightness of surface, and the skaters sped over it with the greatest ease, making skating one of the finest of sports and pleasures. "They tell me you're going away," said Nellie, flashing :Tack a look as they sped on past the pomt where the hockey match was to be played the next afternoon. "You're sorry?" "Of course I'm sorry." Her face flushed, and Jack's did the same. "\.Vell, I'm sorry to go away."

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I2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ''"Why do you go, then ?" "Because I think I ought to. I'm anxious to get an education. I want to fit myself for college. I Father and mother and Daisy are all anxious to have me do that, too. But I hate to leave Cranford." "The place will be like a graveyard, after you're gone," she said. "The academy seems to be almost broken up since that happened to Professor Sander son, and--" "And what?" "Some of t1i students h,ave already left the acad emy; and, wit! you gone from the high school, a\)d perhaps some f the others, where will be the games and the fine times we've always had?" "Oh, it's the games you're going to miss?" said Jack, looking slyly at her as she skated at his side. "You know it isn't that altogether. I-we allhate to think of you leaving." "Do you really hate to have me go very much, Nellie?" he asked, when tl1ey had skated up round Tiger Point. She turned on him her serious blue eyes. "Very much, Jack." For a time, he said nothing, but took her hand as they skated on. All at once he began to realize just what it would mean to leave Cranford. "Nellie," he said, and he knew that his face was hot and flushed, and that he had a strange sense of sudden longing, "I didn't know that--" "Oh, there is Kate!" Nellie cried suddenly, a queer thrill in her voice. "I was going to say I didn't know that my friends would feel so badly about my going away," Jack went on, completing his sentence. "Yes, that's Kate. She has seen us. Lafe and Ned Skeen are with her." Nellie's face paled, then flushed again, and the11 she waved her mittened hand to Kate Strawn. Kate came up, with her skates grinding. Her fine, dark eyes were sparkling, and her dark cheeks were like roses from the cold. She had thrown the fur boa back from her throat, but swung in one haQd a big black muff. "Oh, it's just splendid!" she exclaimed. "We've been away up to the end of the lake. I doh't think I've ever seen the ice so fate." "This will be 0. K. for that hockey match," re marked Lafe. "Great!" said Skeen. "Let's take a turn round the lake, or across it," Kate suggested Then they were away, all of them; and whatever Jack had meant to say to Nellie was left unsaid. Perhaps it was as well so, for he had fallen into a sudden, sentimental mood, which was not to thinking. It was after dark before the merry party of young people skated back. As they swung round Tiger Point, and beheld be fore them the twinkling fights of the town, saw some one rise up from the ice near the spot where the hockey match was to be played. "Some fellow siipped and fell there, I guess," sug gested Skeen. "If he"d waited, we could have helped him up." "He's gone like a scared rabbit," said Lafe. "Jim iny crickets, I don't suppose he could have been up to anything? He wa right by that old air-hole. It closed only yesterday, you know." They skated to the spot where they had seen the skater rise from the ice. "See that!" cried Jack, gliding forward and picking up something. He held it up. "It's a little wedge, like those the ice-cutters use sometimes to spread the ice apart when they're sawing it." He glanced around, but the light wa.s not very good, and he did not care to venture near that old air-hole, even though it had been pronounced safe. "lf he was up to any dirt, we came in time to scare him away," Ned Skeen remarked. "But he could come back," said Kate. "We can examine the ice here to-morrow," s:iicl Jack. "We can see then if anything has been done to it." He dropped the little wedge into his pocket. Then they skated on, speculating as to the meaning of the discovery, if it had any. CHAPTER VII. ICE HOCKEY. In the crowd that watched the -hockey match the next afternoon was Boralmo", unrecognized by all there. He wore shabby clothing; and, instead of ap pearing as tHe dark-haired and dark-faced man already described, he sported a sandy wig and beard, and the application of some reddish pigment to his face, in addition, had changed him to a tangbwhiskered, long haired, rural-looking fellow. To any who spoke to him, he said his name was Silas Skaggs, ai;id that he

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14 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. He blocked it, and it came bouncing back. Skates were grinding and sticks poking and striking. Then, out of the midst of the mass of players and swinging hockey sticks, Reel Snodgrass again snatched the bit of rubber. He shot it ahead of him, and, swinging in swiftly behind it, he lifted it for goal. A yell rose again, but it was premature; for once more reliable old Lafe blocked the puck. Jack was lightning-quick on skates, and, as the puck came back from Lafe, being sent skipping by a stroke from Kilfoyle's stick, Jack drove into the midst of the players, hooked the rubber out, skated on with it, fairly flying, and then shot it at the flags. Brodie tried to block it, and failed; and Jack had scored for the high school, tieing the score. The cheers of the high-school enthusiasts rang out "Reel ought to have kept hiin from doing that," was the thought of Boralmo, and he was not pleased. But, a little later, he was again willing to admit that Reel's playing was the best he had ever seen. Jack Lightfoot had secured the puck, and sent it flying. Tom had stopped it, and had driven it back, when Reel, skating right in ahead of Tom, swinging low down, and going like the wind, poked the puck out in advance, and then, dribbling it, sent it flying once more for the goal. It passed Arlo Kilfoyle almost before he knew it was coming. Bob Brewster and Lafe Lampton made desperate and ineffective efforts to block it; but it went by them, too, and another time Reel had driven it be tween the flags. The fiery eyes of Boralmo blazed with pride and excitement, as he saw that and heard the yells of the enthusiastic academy backers. "That's what hypnotism will do!" he muttered, in his thick, false beard. "He thinks he can do anything, and so he carried it through. That shows the superi ority of mind. It's a thing I always believed in; and it's the thing that has given me whatever success I've had. I've always believed I could do the things I've tried; and that has reacted and made me able to do them. Some people have said I'm lucky. Bah luck! It's mind-mind! Nothing but the power of the mind and the power of the will. I have to Reel to-day my will, and he sees things as I'm always trying to see them-not as difficulties to feaze him, but as difficulties that can be easily overcome. And so he, who knew nothing about a year ago, carries off the honors here to-day." Boralmo drew his neck down into his overcoat, and pulled his greasy hat down farther over his fiery eyes; he feared there might be some change in his face or eyes that would attract attention. But no one was looking at him. All were watching the playing, or cheering the players: When the whistle blew and ended the first half of the game, the academy was in the lead, for it had twice sent the puck between the flags-Reel making both plays-and the high school had sent the puck there but once. CHAPTER VIII. REEL'S ATTACK. Phil Kirtland came up to Reel, in the interval between the two halves, and patted him on the shoulder Phil could appreciate good playing, and was proud of the fact that his team was in the lead. And, though he was wishing sincerely that he had made those wonder ful plays, he knew it was the part of a good captain to encourage the man who had done the work. said: "Reel, you're a wonder r I wouldn't nave believed you could get round that way and do such fine work, f I hadn't seen it. You've outplayed every one on the ice here to-day." Reel smiled. His tanned face was pale, and he was breathing heavily. It was a marvel to him, as to the others, that he had done such great work. He marveled also at the self confidence he possessed. He had never felt so before. Now his feet were as if winged, his sight as keen as an eagle's, his stroke sure, his ability to dodge and wheel and turn something marvelous. And, strangest of all, though he did not stop to consider it-he was in no mental condition to consider it-he was sure all the time that he could do those things; and wondered that some of the other fellows could be as clumsy as they seemed. He felt as if he could jump over a house, or even fly, if it should be required. Twice in those dashing plays he had leaped clear over the head of a player opposed to him, and, scooping the puck as he came down, had driven it straight on. "I feel in great shape to-day," he said to Phil and to the others who now crowded round him. His pale face took on a little color. He had a feeling that somehow he was not just right, yet he dip not know why. He had something of the feeling that an intoxicated person must have at times; there was a certain lightness of the head, which, however,

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16 ALL-SPoRTS LIBRARY. There was a wild mix-up of skaters and hockey sticks following this. Phil Kirtland secured the puck, and, finding he was about to lose it to Ned Skeen, he tried to shoot it across to Reel Snodgrass. But Jack hooked it right from under the driving stick which Reel swung, and then Jack was away with it. A forward of the academy charged at him, and he made a feint of passing the puck to Ned, but shot it on. Then, leaping Ned's outstretched stick, he caught the puck again with his own, and shot it for the flags in a wild and successful drive. The score was tied! The yells of the spectators arose, and Boralmo frowned blackly under the rim of his slouched hat. Brodie Strawn, the academy goal-keeper, looked daggers when he saw he had let the puck get by, and heard the cheers of the high-school enthusiasts. "Oh, well, the high school .hasn't won yet!" he sang out angrily. When the pu!:k was once more going, and Phil, who had secured it, had lost it again, Reel Snodgrass took it, and went flying with it toward the high-school flags. The second half was nearly finished, and the score was still tied. Jack Lightfoot flashed across the ice. Swinging low as he came in that wild rush, he reached for the puck, which was just ahead of Reel's stick. Reel tried to send the puck on with a stroke, and at the same time tried to leap straight over Jack 's head, for he saw Jack would be in his way. In swift motion, Jack crouched still lower, and then, lifting himself for a drive, his stick struck the puck, knocking it toward the academy flags. A heavy crash fQllowed instantly. In rising to strike the puck, he had risen high enough to catch the toe of Reel's shoe, as Reel sought to go over him. It was not Jack's intention to throw Reel, nor his thought that he would; yet, just as the puck shot be tween the flags-the academy goal-tender being unable to stop it-Reel pitched forward heavily, and down sprawling on the hard ice. He was up instantly, while the cheers rang loud over the field, and the whistle blew announcing that the game was finished-a game which was the high school's-and, springing thus to his feet, with his tanned face red as fire, and his eyes blazing with a sud den gleam as of insanity, he swung his hockey stick straight at Jack's head. It was a blow that was murderous; and some oneit was afterward known to be Kate Strawn-screamed in fear. Jack dropped low, like a flash; yet the hockey club tore the cap from his head, and, falling against his shoulder, almost knocked him from his f eet. Before he could rise, Reel was swinging for a secontl blow. That scream from the lips of Kate rang out again, with the wild exclamation: "He's going to kill Jack!" Reel's face was now like that of a fury. His mouth foamed, his eyes glared and rolled, and curses fell from his lips. "I'll kill you!" he howled, as he swung that second time. The 'blow was only half escaped, for the stick fell across Jack's upper left arm, dropping it to his side as if it were broken. Jack now plunged at Reel, reaching for his throat with his strong right hand. "Curse you, I'll kill you!" Reel yelled. Jack caught him by the throat. Reel dropped his 110ckey stick, and met Jack's as sault with the ferocity of a mad wolf striking, kicking, and even, as it seemed, trying to use his teeth. The place was in an uproar. Several men rushed toward the combatants, together with the members of the respective hockey teams. Reel got hold of Jack's throat; but Jack now threw him, pinning him down on the ice; and, then, tightening his own clutch, he broke Reel's, and at the same time began to choke him until he gasped. Hands were laid on Jack. "Stand back!" bellowed Lafe. He was not standing back himself. He had seized Reel, and was literally dragging him. Kennedy came leaping in, and laid a hand on Jack's shoulder. "Here, Jack!" he shouted. "It's all right; Mr. Kennedy," Jack answered, rook ing up. Then he rose from Reel, who lay gasping. Kennedy clutched Jack by the shoulder, and seized Reel by the arm as some of his friends assisted him to rise. Reel was staring, as if blind and speechless. And, thus staring, he pitched forward on his face as if dead. ..

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_\Li:.-'.:;. :;:-,TS LIBRARY. 17 who died in India; but this ends my respons1b1hty, ou'll be arrested, charged with at tempted murder; and you'll go to jail, and, perhaps, to the penitentiary. But, whatever happens to you, I'm done with you. I know now that you've been treach erous and tricky in many things in regard to Jack. But I never would have belie ved that you could so far lose your temper as to try to kill him." CHAPTER IX. WHAT HAPPENED AFTERWARD. When Reel Snodgrass came back to himself he was lying in bed in his room at the Snodgrass residence, and his head was aching as if it would split. More over, he felt as sore and stiff as if he had been under a steam roller. As he lay thus, staring at the lighted lamp, for the time was night, and wondering what I:iad happened to him, old Mr. Snodgrass came into the room. Though a man of years, there was a goed deal of fire of youth left in the veins of Mr. Snodgrass. In his younger days t'Je had been something of an ath lete, and he had still a fondness for sports of all kinds. As a consequence, he had been down on the lake to witness that hockey game; and it was in his shinino sleigh that Reel had been taken home. ::> There had been a time, not so very long before, when Mr. Snodgrass had been J ac!<, Lightfoot's strong friend and backer. That he was not so now was Reel's work. "You're able to talk, I see!" said Snodgrass, standing before the bed. His voice was dry and unsympathetic. "Yes," Reel answered. He sat up in bed and threw back the covers, still wondering why he felt so strangely, and also asking himself what Snodgrass meant. "I saw that game of ice hockey, and saw what you did!" "Yes," said Reel, attacked by a sense of confusion. "I saw you when you tried to kill Jack Lightfoot. It was as murderous a thing as I ever looked on. What have you to ?" "I don't know what you're talking about," said Reel. "I never tried to kill Jack Lightfoot." "Reel, there was murder in your eyes, and in your whole manner, when you struck that blow. What have you got say about it?" "S;mply that I don't know what you're talking about." He was out of the bed, and beginning to put on his clothing. "I didn't think you'd be so brazen as that." "As what?" said Reel, trembling. "As to lie in that way. I think you'll be arrested, just as soon as you're to stand the excitement. Kennedy has been here, and several others and so has Jack. Now, I want to say to you that I wash my hands of you. I've stood by you, and tried to do right by you, simply because you are the son of my unReel had come out from the hypnotized state, of which he recalled nothing, but had come out of it in an extremely nervous and irritable condition. He was not yet able to think clearly. The tone of the man befure him roused within him a devilish feeling of hate and resentment. It made him ugly and combative wanted to fight something, or somebody. "I tell you I don't know what you're talking about," he, therefore, snarled, his voice shaking. "And, more than that, I don't like to have you talk to me in that way." Never before had Reel spoken to Snodgrass in that manner. "Reel!" "Well, I mean it! I don't like your tone I'm nobody's dog, to be spoken to in that manner. And if you choose to throw me over, when I tell you the truth, why that's all right too. I can make my way in the world, I think, without you and any of your charity." "Reef!" i-.oh, I mean it!" he shouted. "Speak to me right and I'll speak to you right. But I'm not going to be bossed like a whining s choolboy." If Reel had been in his normal mental condition he would not have said those words, nor spoken in that manner. He might have thought them, but he never would have voiced the thought. Now he was savage almost rabid. Snodgrass sank into a chair, trembling, his face suddenly white. "Do you know who you're talking to?" "I do!" Reel snapped, as he continued his dressing He felt sick and weak, and his head buzzed and ached. "Do you recall that I'm your uncle--your father's brother?" Reel laughed, in a sneerin g way. "Oh, are you?" "I am. And because of it I've tried to treat you right. You've been a great trial to me in many ways, and have humiliafed me; but I never would have thought you could speak to me as you have just done.

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18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Take another think, then," said Reel, flippantly, his head buzzing still more. "A second thought is usually better than the first one." / Snodgrass rose, stead:)'.'ing hin;iself with his cane. Then he pointed the cane with a shaking gesture to the door. ''You may leave this 'house, Reel, as soon as you are dressed. If you had been inclined to explain mat ters, and speak to me as I deserve, I might have felt inclined to stand by you, so far as hiring a I-a wyer goes; but now I'm through with you." "That's what you said before, isn't it?'' Reel raged. "There's the door!" "I see it!" "I want you to go out at it, and never darken again." Then he walked unsteadily to the connecting door, and disappeared. Reel's laugh, scornful and cackling, rang through the house. "The old duffer!" He might have said more, as he fairly threw himself into his clothing but that he was interrupted by a stooping form, that came crawling slyly into the room, having issued from a closet in a room adjoining Reel's. It was Boralmo. And his fiery eyes were blazing. He sank into a chair by the register, and stared hard at Reel. As he did so, all the life seemed to go out of Reel. He dropped limply to the bed, and stared back at the crouching figure. "Good heavens!" were the words that gurgled from his blue lips. "I thought you were dead 1 I heard the talk that you were but I did not believe it." "And you hoped I was dead!" "Yes, I did!" Reel admitted bitterly. "I heard what he was saying," said the crouching figure, hugging close to the register. "You were a fool! What did you speak to him in that way for? He will cut you off without a penny." "Why' did he accuse me in that way ( He said I tried fo murder Jack Lightfoot!" "But you ought to have guessed the truth." Reel stared. "The truth?" "Yes." A hot flush swept across Reel's pale face. "You don't mean--" Boralmo nodded. "You mean that I did try to murder Jack Light footr' Boralmo nodded again. "Then-then you brought that about?" "I did." "In the name of everything, what for?'' "For my own ends." "You had me hypnotized ?" "Just so." "And you made me try to kill Jack Lightfoot." "Just so." Reel began to walk nervously about the room, ma king so much noise that Boralmo put up a h a nd 111 caution. "Be cool now Reel I" "How can I be cool? I didn't know this; I didn't know you were here. I thought yo,;1 were dead "You didn't remember you meap. When I put you into that hypnotic state, I told you that you was not to remember that I had been here, or that you had seen me. It's a strange thing, but that locked up your memory of that fact. And, of course, when you came round, you didn't know what you had been doing. But it's a very common experience, Reel-very common." His words were soft and purring. Reel dropped to a chair, but he leaped up and again began to pace nervously and hurriedly round the room. "Sit down!" said Boralmo. Reel obeyed. "Now, let me teit you a few things, so that you won't make any more mistakes. You have made a big one to-night; but I think that n;i.ischief can be un done." He stopped suddenly. He had heard a -'soft footstep somewhere. He held up a warning finger, and sat crouching and listening. Then Reel heard it-the sound of feet, and, after that, the closing of the front door. "It was Snodgrass," said Boralmo. "He passed through the hall and out at t e front. what you said to him broke him all up. But now that he's gont? we can talk in safety." He twisted round and looked sharply at Reel. f "I want you to understand the situation." "I think I should like to," said Reel. "Just so. Well, I'll explain it to you. Jack Light-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 19 foot spotted me almost as soon as I came into town, and has been looking for me ever since. He troubled me before. I was tired of it. For several reasons I called on you, and then for several more reasons I hyp notized you, commanding you not to remember it, nor me; a d I instilled into you the belief that you could play a great game of ice hockey, and, first and fore most, that you must kill Jack Lightfoot." Reel gave a low, gasping cry. "What is the chief thing?" "I want to get out of the town without delay, and I want some money-a lot of it." "I haven't any," said Reel, trembling and des perate. How he feared this man! It gave him an inner trembling just to look at him. "You've got to get me some," Boralmo declared. "I must have some money, even if you have to rob Snod grass right here in his own house to get it for me." "And that would cook my goose forever, if I was discovered." "You can work it." "Never." "I told you to do it in some game, an!f in such a way that it would seem to be an accident. Something went wrong with you. I don't understand it and I've been puzzling over it aII evening; but, instead of trying to kill him by some sort of accident, you at tacked him at the close of the game with your hockey "I'll have to hypnotize you again, to give you some stick. Every one saw it, and they say you tried to nerve, I think." murder him, and there's talk of arresting you, as your 'uncle' said, as soon as you're able to leave your b ed. We'II thank him for giving us that information, other wi,se I might not have known it. Up to the time you enraged at Lightfoot everything went aII right. You tried to cut an ice hole there where the game was to be played, and you were to have an accident happen by which Jack would be drowned. You failed in that, and then you did this other. Perhaps you did this other because that plan failed. It put you on a new tack, and you became muddled." "I'm muddled now," said Reel; "I'm crazy! My head is spinning round like a top, and I'm so sick I can hardly sit here." "Yet you've got to brace up. I'll help you." "Go on," said Reel desperately. "I recollect that I said things to Mr. Snodgrass that he'll never, over look, or forgive." "We'll try to get round that in so'me way." "I don't see how it can be done. I was temporarily insane, or I wouldn't have spoken to him as I did. It will spoil everything." "That's right-you were not mentally responsible; and we'II have to use that plea to get you off on this assault charge. You fell in a faint, a fter attacking Jack; and we'll-that is, y o u will-claim that y our head was out of geaF. It can be done. Put up the pitiful plea, you see. But that isn't the chief thing." Reel started up. "Not that; for Heaven's sake, not that!" "Then you'll listen to me, and you'll do what I tell you." Reel sank back in the chair, panting and exhau sted. "Go Oh!" he said, as if he had lost hope. CHAPTER X. A STARTLING DISCLOSURE. Boralmo and Reel had been mistaken in supposing that Mr. had left the house. What they had heard was the errand boy, who, in a blue suit, waited on the whims of Mr. Snodgrass, and had been sent by him in haste for Kennedy. Another thing had occurred which neither Reel nor Boralmo knew. Jack Lightfoot was in that house. To explain how this came about, it is necessary to state that Boralmo had sneaked into Reel's room, after darkness had fal\en, himself in with a skeleton key; and, passing through Reel's room, had hidden himself in the closet, from which, later, he had emerged to have this talk with Reel. That closet had already been used by him for a hiding-place while in Cranford, and Reel had taken food and other things to him there on more than one occasion.

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20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. That closet and Reel's clever assistance had made it ppssible for Boralmo to vanish so often and so mys teriously, without any one discovering where he had gone. Boralmo was weary when he sneaked into Reel's room and into that closet. Reel was lying in bed, sleeping, or unconscious. The house was quiet. Be ing tired, Boralmo fell asleep iri the closet, and did not awaken until Snodgrass and Reel awakened him by their loud, words. In the meantime, and while Boralmo was asleep and Snodgrass and Reel were having the opening of their wordy war, Jack Lightfoot had come along the walk. Encountering there the errand boy, who knew him well, and stating to the boy that he wished to see Mr. Snodgrass or Reel, the boy had let him in at the side entrance. Hence Jack had quietly entered the semidarkness of the little sitting-room that adjoined the library. Discovering that he was an unintentional eaves dropper, Jack was on the point of withdrawing,"'just before Mr. Snodgrass came out of Reel's room, and Boralmo crept into it. What Jack heard then made him resolve not to leav.e, but to inform Mr. Snodgrass that Boralmo was in the house, and in conversation with Reel. Therefore, he rose softly and on tiptoe slipped from the room. The light from the low-turned lamp made it easy for him to avoid obstructions and leave the room without making a noise. Out in the hall he beheld Mr. Snodgra.'ls, who was trembling with excitement and seemed on the point of leaving the house. He did not know Jack was there. Jack put up a finger in warning. When Snodgrass stared at him in an uncomprehending way, Jack stepped to his side and whisPered: \ "Boralmo is in there talking with Reel. Be ful, or you'll alarm him." It was well that Jack added that wa511ing, for Mr. Snodgrass was so astounded by the statement that he might have done something to inform the crafty hyp notist that his presence in the house was known. Mr. Snodgrass stood p rf ectly still. "Is that so, Jack?" he whispered. "You're sure? You aren't mistaken? It seems impossible." "I'm sure," Jack answered. "I heard him. He slipped in there just as you went out. I heard you go out, and then I heard him speak to Reel. I didn't in tend to play eavesdropper and listen to what yo said to Reel, and I was about to go away, so that I wouldn't have to hear. You and Reel were speaking rather loud, you know. Then I heard Boralmo, and I thought you ought tc:> know." Jack's voice was shaking with excitement. "Yes, yes," said Snodgrass, looking round. "Where is that boy? You can't be mistaken, Jack? I just came out of that room, you know." The blue-uniformed boy came through the hall in his usual noiseless manner. Mr. Snodgrass motioned him to be silent, seeing that he was about to speak. He had been looking for Snod grass, to inform him that Jack was there. "Just wait here a minute," Snodgrass whispered, in a way to astonish the boy. Snodgrass then tiptoed softly into the other room, and was gone fully a minute. When he came back he looked like a tnan stricken by some fatal disease. He was scribpling with a pencil, as he tiptoed through the separating doorway, and now he held out to the oy the paper he had been writing on. "Get that to Kennedy," he whispered. "Go, and make no noise in getting out of the house/' The boy' stole toward the front door, passing through the wide hall; and it was his passage through there, and his egress from the house, which was heard by Borafmo and Reel. Snodgrass clutched Jack by the shoulder with a hand that shook. It was Jack's lame left shoulder; his arm was black and blue just below the shoulder', the result of the blow received from Reel's hockey stick. Jack winced under the tightening clutch of Snodgrass' trembling hand; but did no try to draw his shoulder away. Slowly Mr. Snodgrass pulled him into the sitting room he had just left, and then stood with him, both bending fm: ward in painful attitudes that theY. might

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ALL -S?ORTS LIBRARY. 21 hear the low words being spoken in the room occupied by Reel and Boralmo. At first it was but a hum of voices which came through the wall to them, and, if they had not listened intently, they could have made out nothing; but, stand ing perfectly still, they heard Boralmo's talk, and Reel's answers and comments. It was clear that Boralmo and Reel thought Mr. Snodgrass had left the house; and, as Snodgrass and Reel were the only" persons who came into that part of the residence with any frequency, aside from occa sional callers who were shown into the sitting-room, they had not much fear of being heard. Nevertheless, the caution that was a part of Boralmo's nature made him sink his voice now and then so low that what he said could not be wholly understood. Yet Snodgrass and Jack heard enough to astonish them-enough to almost paralyze Mr. Snodgrass. This was the talk, of which they caught the drift and import: "I want to remind you of a few things, Reel, that you are all the time forgetting," Boralmo was saying, in his domineering, tyrannical way. "I want you to remem ber what I did for you in Bombay, and since; and how I brought you here to the man whom you claim for your uncle." Jack felt the hand of Mr. Snodgrass shake violently on his shoulder. "I'm not forgetting anything," Reel urged. "I wish you wouldn't keep saying to me all the time that I'm forgetting the favors you've done for me. You ex pected to profit by that quite as much as I did, for you know that if I ever came into that money you'd be bound to have a part of it." "Why shouldn't I? And I'd like to have some of it now, as an advance, you see; a part of that inheritance of yours in advance, to pay me for all I've done for you." He seemed sneering and cynical. "Why did you do all these things for me?" said Reel, as if the thing made him desperate. "I can't get any money for you now, and you ought to see that I can't.'' Boralmo was silent a moment. "Reel," he snarled with evident anger, "I've stood by you and helped you, because--" He stopped, hesitating. "Because what?" "Because, Reel"-the voice softened a little--"! am your father." Jack felt Mr. Snodgrass' hand shake so violently that he feared he was about to fall to the floor. Reel had uttered a low cry, which seemed to com bine fear and amazement. "You've half guessed that before this, and I know it," said Boralmo. "I thought it might be so, sometimes," Reel admitted. "But I really never believed it." "You feared it was so? A fine feeling to have toward your own father." "Well, if you're my father," said Reel, "it seems to me that you treat me strangely. You hypnotized me to do a thing which may send me to prison." It was Jack's turn to be wildly astonished. "I wouldn't have run that risk but for that-but for the fact that I wasn't really responsible for what I was doing. And if you're really my father, I want to ask you not to get me into trouble here, and to go away." "Not trouble you?" "If you'll go away and leave me alone hereafter, I'll promise you again that when oid Snodgrass dies, and I come into his money, I'll share it with you." "You'll do that, anyway; you'd be afraid not to do it. And I'm getting impatient about that money. I think I shall have to kill the old duck, to hurry things." Jack caught at the swaying form of Mr. Snodgras" and tried to support him, making some noise in doing so; but he was not f!Uick enough, for Snodgrass pitched sideways to the floor, falling heavily. Jack was wildly excited and unnerved by this con tretemps. As he bent over Mr. Snodgrass, and felt as if he ought to cry out for assistance, for SnoClgrass lay as if dead, he heard a commotion in Reel's room. Jack turned up the lamp, which had been burning dimly.

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22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As he did so, he heard running footsteps; and then Reel came swinging upon the scene from a side pas sage, parting some curtains, and standing before Jack almost before the latter was aware he was there. "What's the matter?" said Reel, his voice shaking. He stared at Jack and down at Mr Snopgrass. Reel's voice seemed to stir Snodgrass into consciousness. He tried to lift himself, moaning; and then he cried out: "Jack, don't let that man get away, and hold Reel until Kennedy gets here!" Jack sprang at Reel; and in return received a blow in the face that knocked him back against the wall. Before he could recover and reach Reel, the latter was out of room, diving through the dividing cur tains. Snodgrass staggered to his feet, supporting himself by clinging to a chair. Reel ran out of the house, as Jack pursued him, and gained the front gate. "Let him go!" Jack heard Snodgrass cry out ; and, thus commanded, he turned back into the house, think ing that Snodgrass needed him, and also willing to obey in this. Mr. Snodgrass was sitting on a lounge, looking white and weak, as Jack came running in: "They've gone?" he asked faintly. "Reel is gone," Jack cried; "I don't know about Boralmo." "Will you ring that bell there, Jack? I'm too weak to reach it. It will summon Mrs. Snodgrass, and._the servants in that part of the house:"' Jack rushed to the bell-cl>rd and rang violently. The house was a large, rambling structure, with many wings, and the wing in which Mrs. Snodgrass spent most of her time, and which was near the servants' quarters, was some distance away. "Can I do anything for you?" Jack now asked anx iously. "You heard what they said?" "Yes." "That man's son!" "I heard that." "A conspiracy to gain my fortune-a base and wicked conspiracy. But it has been discovered in time Why doesn't Kennedy come? Not my brother's sonnot even a Snodgrass!" Jack was wondering what Reel's name was. The revelation was astounding and startling. "I can go for Kennedy." "No, stay with me," the broken old man urged; "stay with me until Mrs. Snodgrass or some of the servants come." He shook as with an ague. "Not my brother's son," he moaned. "A base and wicked conspiracy !" He looked up at the young fellow beside him, and into Jack's flushed face and shining eyes. "Jaclt," he said faintly. "Yes, sir," Jack answered, bending over him. "Something I can do for you?'" "Jack, I've unjust to you. Reel turned me against you. I used to think a great deal of you, you know; and I used to take much interest in your progress in school, and in your ability in school sports." "You were very kind," said Jack. "I shall never forget that you helped us to get the high school gym nasium." "So I did, Jack; and I'm glad now that I And, Jack, I hope you won't remember that there was ever any change in me toward you." Jack's voice choked. "I was so'rry there ever was." "I shall try to be your friend from this on, Jack; just remember that." "Yes, sir. Can't I do something for you? You seem to be rather weak." In. truth, Snodgrass was on the verge of a nervous collapse. "Why doesn't Kennedy come?" he asked querulously. As if in answer, the sounds o hurrying heavy feet were heard in the yard. Then the blue-uniformed errand boy came in at the front door, and Kennedy appeared at his heels. Jack sprang toward Kennedy "Run round to Reel's room and search it," he whis-

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. boldly up to Jack it was evident that he was in a des perate frame of mind, as well as thoroughly angry. I "Lightfoot," he said savagely, "that was a lowdown, dirty piece of business on your part to-night; and, in addition,. you and some of your set have been looking e:verywhere for me, to arrest me." Jack was surprised that Reel should thus boldly re veal himself. "Where I've been hiding doesn't concern you," Reel went on. "I've been waiting here, though, for some time, just to get to see you as you went home. I'm going to get out of Cranford. My cake is dough here, and you're responsible for it." He trembled with the violence of his rage and dis appointment. tried to play white with you for some time," he urge and this is the way you come back at me. Do you think that was a square deal?" Reel's inability to understand the baseness of his treacherous attempt to gain Mr. Snodgrass' money was really astonishing. He did not seem to think that in doing so he had committed a great wrong; but was enraged because he thought Jack had exposed him in it, after having overheard the talk of Boralmo. "It seems that I'm the son of Borahno," he said, with sneering emphasis, "and that means that I've got some devilish bad blood in my veins. I've tried to walk straight here for awhile, but it isn't in the cards for me to do it. You've played traitor to me, and here's where I settle with you!" With the words he drew a revolver and dropped it down, covering Jack's breast. An oath came from his lips, and his finger was on the trigger, when, with a downward leap, Jack pitched straight his feet. The celerity of that movement was all that saved Jack. t The shot rang out the still night air, and the bullet tore through the top of Jack's cap. The next instant he had caught Reel by the legs, and had jerked him from his feet. They fell together heavily; Reel on top ; and still clutc J 1ing the revolver. He wa s about to try again to shoot Jack, when he heard some one drawn by the report of the pistol. "Curse you!" he howled, as Jack's arms began fo squeeze him, and he discovered that Jack was about to make an effort to turn the tables and place himself uppermost. As he howled the words, he brought the butt of the pistol down with stunning force on Jack's head. Then he tore himself loose, and, with swinging leaps, still carrying the pistol, he ran hastily down toward the lake; but turned aside at the railroad, and there dis appeared. Jack arose, and was stumbling about in a dazed way, having been fairly knocked out by that blow, when the man arrived who had heard the shot and had run out of his house. "Why, it's Jack!" he "Yes," said Jack, putting a hand on the man's shoul der to steady himself. "What's the matter?" "It was Reel," said Jack, feeling the earth spin beneath him. "I-I think I have to ask you to help me home." "Reel Snodgrass?" "Yes; he tried to shoot me here, and when I threw him he struck me on top of the head, with his pistol I think. I think he ran down the road. Help me to the house, please Jack had been knocked out. It was first blood for Reel Snodgrass, fo the great fight that had suddenly opened up between them. CHAPTER XII. JACK WINS. Wherever Reel disappeared to, he did not escape from the vicinity of Cranford that night; for the next evening, just after nightfall, when the train for Car diff was ready to pull out of the tation, Jack saw a dark form resembling Reel swing up between two of the coaches. Kennedy was close by at the time; and, though Jack was not positive that the one he ha9 seen was Reel, he was almost certain of it, and spoke to Kennedy.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "And now for the Cardiff House," said Boralmo. "I shall go there boldly. Get the dust off you and do the same. We'll register in the ordinary way. If any une questions you, say that you're a New York drum mer I'll look out for myself. We'll meet there again. Boldness wins oftener than caution, even in a case like this. To-morrow we'll be out of here." Jack did not try to follow them as they slipped on, separating soon; he saw that would be to reveal self, or run the risk of it. Instead, he turned back into the station and sent a telegram to Kennedy and one to Tom Lightfoot. He knew that Tom would communicate with Lafe. Jack did not wait to hear from these telegrams. He now hurried on into Cardiff, proceeding direct to the Cardiff House, with whose location he was 'Tliliar. Standing,_.....on the corner, he watched the front en rance for a time. Seeing nothing of those he was seeking, a went boldly into the hotel, without any at tempt at disguise. Scanning the hotel register, his heart quickened its beats when he read this: "Sidney Black, New York City." The handwriting was Boralmo's. Jack had seen speciments of it, and, though there were some changes, he knew he was not istaken. I "Reel hasn't come in," was his conclusion; "or, at least, I can't find anything here that looks like his writing." Seeing the number of the room marked against the name of "Sidney Black," Jack now did a thing that was reckless. He left the hotel office, and, ascending the stairs, be gan to look for that room, glancing at the numbers on the doors as he passed 4long the wide hall. .P(s he did so, he passed the open door of an unoc upied room, where a light shone brightly; and at the same instant Reel Snodgrass turned the angle of the corridor just beyond Reel had removed the dust from his clothing, wore a sweater under his coat, as Jack did, and was, appar ently, himself again, except that his face was white and his eyes big and bright, with heavy circles under them. He stared at Jack. "So you've followed me here, eh?" he said slowly, while his face flushed. Then a thing even more startling occurred; for, be hind Jack, and coming down the hall toward him, he heard now Boralmo. Reel drew the revolver he carried. Thinking that a shot was coming instantly, Jack jumped into the lighted room. Boralmo and Reei followed him. Boralmo closed the door with a kick of his foot. "We've got you now," he said, in a low voice. Reel approached Jack, who took a step toward the door. As he did so, Reel tripped him with outstretched foot. "You die for this !" Boralmo, as Reel tripped Jack, and, with a vicious jump, he sprang at Jack's throat. Jack swung his fist round, as he stumbled, and with a smashing blow landed on Reel's jaw, hurling hi111 against the wall. Reel had thrust the revolver back into his hip pocket, after stepping through the door, but the handle pro truded, and Jack's other hand clutched it before he struck the floor. His finger sprung the trigger at the same moment, sending a shot through the ceiling to summon help; and then he pushed the weapon up almost into the face of Boralmo. Jack did not intend to shoot Boralmo, but to keep him at bay, for Bor:almo was again reaching his throat with those ironlike fingers, which, if they had ever closed there, would have meant Jack's death. But the revolver roared again, as Boralmo thus reached for Jack's throat; and, with a convulsive jerk, Boralmo fell forward Jack was horrified, for his thought was that in his haste and desperation he had killed Boralmo. He still held the revolver, smoking, in his hand, and Reel backed toward the door; frightened. Then the door was thrown open, and some of the employees of the hotel rushed m.

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.. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Reel now ran over to Boralmo, imploring him to speak to him. The thought t hat Boralmo was dead stirred a feeble ffection. Two of the men who had invaded the room seized Jack, and took possession of the revolver. "It was in self-defense," said Jack, his lips white. "That's what every fellow says when he shoots an other!" was the sharp answer. * But Boralmo was not dead-was not even seriously injured. The bullet had c.,ut through his hair and grazed the top of his head, stunning him for a little time as surely as if he had been struck down with a hammer; but he recovered soon, and the doctor called to attend to him stated that the injury was not at all of a serious character Kennedy arrived, with Tom and Lafe and some others, in answer to the telegrams Jack had sent to Cranford. -. Long before they came Boralmo had begun to lie with his old cleverness, and, but for the appearance of these friends, he might have succeeded in making the Cardiff officers and hotel people believe that Jack was wholly the aggressor and the criminal, and might even have escaped. When Kennedy came in, though, Boralmo suosided, merely looking at Jack now and then with fiery eyes. "The Cardiff jail for you to-night," said Kennedy; "and to-morrow I'll land you in Cranford." * "That's for Mr. Snodgrass to attend to. I shan t prosecute him; and I don t want you to put him m jail." "Let him go, you mean ?" "Yes, that's just what I mean." Kennedy was dumfounded. "I'll tell you how it is," said Jack continuing his plea. "I don't think Reel has had a fair chance. The influence and the wicked hypnotism of that man are re sponsible for the things he's done. When he tried to shoot me he was desperate. All his as he viewed them, had been wrecked. Think how he must have felt. And he laid all the blame on me "He ought to have blamed himself." "That's true, too; but he laid it on me. He was crazy with anger, and, perhaps, didn't really know what he was doing. I think I can understand how he felt." "Then you must think he done right, said Ken nedy, who was not pleased. "No, I think he did wrong, and has done wrong from the first, in imposing on Mr. Snodgrass; but I can't help considering the temptations, and the influ ences of that man. I think Reel is to be pitied." "I don't. If you let him go he'll take the first chance he gits to do you up !" "I'll risk it ; I don't think he will." Was Jack right or wrong in this? Right or wrong, he kad given way to the kindlier feelings of his heart. He sincerely pitied Reel in his downfall. There had been some good in Reel, and Jack feared If Kennedy had been given his way Reel Snodgrass now that the bad in him might triumph over the good, would have been taken to the Cardiff jail, with Boand send him to destruction. ralmo. "Don't do it," Jack urged. "I shall refuse to prose cute him." "He tried to shoot you!" bellowed Kennedy. "Lock him up, I say." "But think of the disgrace," said Jack. THE .!!:ND. Next week's issue, No. 52, will be "Jack Lightfoot at Seagirt; or, New Friends and Old Foes." Thi story gives the ?eginning of Jack's new life, in a school in the town of Seagirt, where Jack goes to fit himself "Fiddlesticks! Think of your danger And think for ollege. It is a turning-point in his career and an of what he done, and was tryin' to do to Mr. Sood. opening into new fields that are bound to be intensely grass." interesting.

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ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. HOW TO DO THING5 I By AN OLD A nll..ETE. Timely essays 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. 38, "Cross-Country Running." No. 34, "The Game of Lacrosse." No. 35, "The Boy With a Hobby for Collecting." No. 36, "Football, and How to Play It." No. 37, "A Practice Game.'' No. 88, "How to Play No. 39, "The Men in the Line." No. 40, "The Men Behind." No. 41, "Signal Systems.'' No. 42, "Team Play." No. 43, "The End of the Season.'' No. 44, "A Gymnasium Without Apparatus." (I.)' No. 45, "A Gymnasium Without Apparatus.'' (II.) No. 46, "Bag-Punohing." No. 47, "Camping." No 48, "Cruising in Small Boats." No. 49, "Snow-Shoe and Skee Work.'' No. 50, "How to Make and Use a Toboggan." TIP-UPS FOR PICKEREL FISHING THROUGH nm ICE. Where pickerel abound in any decent quantities, a re sourceful and enterprising boy, who has a craving for s port, can have a deal of fun if he chooses to go to some Ettie trouble. Other fish may also be taken, but none of them seem to possess the vigorous, all-the-year-round appetite of Lliat fresh-water shark and the pickerel, or his first cousin, the pike. Winter or summer, it matters little to him, since, like good old Lafe Lampton, he always has his appetite along, and can never resist a tempting bite. It is necessary, of course, that the would-be winter angler have a bucket of lively minnows, such as the pirate dearly loves to feast upon. A dozen fairly long and stout lines, each armed with a keen-pointed No. 1 Sproat hook, with gimp snell, a hatchet, the bait pail, and some material for making the tip-ups that are to signal the capture of a prize-armed with these the am bitious boy selects a certain portion of the pond or lake where he knows there is a fair depth of water, and which would probably be frequented by the pickerel as a cruising-ground. Unlike the black bass, the pickerel does not bury him self in the mud and hibernate until early spring; and being constantly on the move, it is necessary that he satisfy the demands of his voracious appetite. 1 One boy can attend from ten to thirty lines, since the fish gorges the bait, an d once hooked, is pretty certain to hang on until pulled out in his turn. The holes chopped through the ice should not be larger than is absolutely necessary, and if some of the tip-ups here shown are used, care must be taken that the contrivance be larger than the hole, or else the fish may chase off with your line. Also, be careful not to have them too close together, lest a captured 5sh fou\ the adjoining lines. When one has a bunch of lines baited it is fine sport to watch results the sight of a waving white or the upheaval of a tip-up, indicating a capture, sends a delightful thrill through the nerves. Sometimes half-a-dozen fish-are "on" at the same mo ment, as if rit were the luncheon hour, and then the fun waxes fast and furious. Such an experience would not soon be forgotten, and the recollection must frequently arouse a yearning to repeat the dose. There are really few directions to lay down in this sort of sport. Any boy who knows the rudiments of fishing can mpnage almost as well as a veteran. Of course certain days, a bit mild, are best suited to fishing through the ice, since the holes in bitter cold weather would keep freezing over and necessitate a con stant use of the hatchet. A fire is really a necessity, since one s fingers feel the cold of the water very much. We take pleasure in giving rough drawings of various types of tip-ups as used in New England and northern New York. They speak for themselves. Any lad with the least bit of ingenuity can fashif>n as many as he chooses, and lay them away against the time when the opportunity to make use of them arrives. Probably the most difficult thing of all is to secure the live bait in midwinter. Some ambitious fishermen take time by the forelock and stock a spring with minnows in the late fall. Others put the bait in the cistern. It mat ters little where you get the minnows so long as you do get them. And when you lug home your great string of fish, perhaps being compelled to ask a friend to help carry them on a pole between you, the astonishment of your incredulous father will be ample reward for all the labor you have bestowed upon the task. Fpr (Continued on page 30.)

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. 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 gather there, answering such letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various healthy sports, both indoor and out. We should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publication. It is the editor's 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 rec e ived 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. As I have been reading ALL-SPORTS since the first number, I feel that you ought to find a little space in your columns for a letter from me. lne weekly is "all right"; none better published anywhere in the country. I have been induced to take an interest in sports since reading your famous paper, and would like to know something about the hundred-yard dash. Colfax, Wash. FRANK SMITH. You have selected a very good form of athletics for a young man to indulge in. You can practise running short distances like this and not be in danger of overdoing it. It frequently happens with beginners that they want to run a great distance, when they are not used to long-distance running. The one hundred-yard dash is quite enough to test the swiftness of the average schoolboy If you decide to have any contests, select boys according to height; for instance, those who are about five feet high should be trained for any' races you may have in mind, instead of grouping boys of different sizes in the various con tests. You will find the results will be more satisfactory, not only in the interest that your races might excite among the spectators but in developing the running qualities of each con testant. Of course, before you think of getting up any matches with your friends, you should practise running by yourself, to develop what speed you might have. This also applies to the other boys in your town who are perhaps thinking of taking up this interesting form of outdoor sport. Since the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY" was first sold on t)r{ news stands in our town, all my boy friends say that it is the best they have ever read, which is saying a great deal, as they have been taking everything that was ever issued for a number of years. We prefer your paper, because it tells us all about out door sports. Other libraries do not do this, and I think it shows that you are the only up-to-date publishers You show that you kn what American boys want. I like Jack Lightfoot very much. I think he is the ideal American boy, and should be admired by all readers. I wish I could become a fine football and baseball player like my favorite hero. He always gets the best of his enemies, no matter how they try to "do" him. He must be very smart to do this. How many boys could do the same if they had these things happen to them? I don't think that there are very many who would be able. Chester, Pa. JoHN ARLINGTON. The reason you like the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY so well is that it is, as you say, published with the idea of giving the American youth a paper which shall not disappoint him in respect to a good, readable story having sufficient interest to hold his attention from t}\e first chapter to the last one in the number. And, in addition to this, we have taken into consideration the fact that the average young American is a bright boy, with rich, red blood in his veins, full of life, and always taking a healthy interest in outdoor sports. When any one feels this way toward sport it ts pretty safe to predict that that young man will not go wrong. If we can foster the athletic spirit in the boys of America, and help them to grow into healthy, manly men, we will not look upon 1 our efforts as being exerted in vain. Your letter indicates that you realize to some extent what our purpose in this respect is, and want to let us know that you appreciate it. In the char acter of Jack Lightfoot you get the embodiment of all the manly traits of the average young man of this country, so that when reading about him you feel that here is the ideal representative of young American manhood. Take him as your model, and you will never do anything you need be ashamed of. What joy it gives me to be brought in the presence of the greatest character in fiction once a week, Jack Lightfoot! He is a wonder and there is no mistake about it. I would give anything to be like Jack. Mother says that I can if I try, and follow his example. She was opposed at first to my reading the ALL-SPORTs'LIBRARY, but I told her that there was nothing in it that she could not read and let me read. When I asked her to take my copy and look it over, she said she would. The next day I asked my mother what she thought of it. She said it was all right and that she would never tell me not to read it again. She admitted that she got yery much interested in the library herself, and thought Jack a very fine fellow. Some time, when mother can spare a little time from her household duties, she takes my copy of ALL-SPORTS, and sits in her rocker for an hour or two and reads. When she hasn't time to do this she makes me read to her I do not object, because I like to read them over again, not only once, but a number of times. East Orange, N. ]. JOHN DRESSLER. The ALL-SPORTS does give a great deal of pleasure, and we can see that you are no exception to the rule. More than one reader has complained of not getting the weekly oftener. This shows the popularity of ALL-SPORTS better than anything else. Of course your mother wanted to know what her boy was in the habit of reading. You did a very sensible thing to ask her to read a copy, so that she cou Id see for herself what the stories are like. We want more mothers to do the same thingi for we know that their experience will be the same, and that, instead of raising obj they will approve the choice their sons have made for their weekly reading. Take your rftother's advic' and try to be like Jack. Will you please I an old reader of ALL-SPORTS some new game he can introduce at athletic contests? I want a novelty, something which is not like the regulation "stunts" we see at every meet. This next spring our club intends to get up some games, and, though it might seem too previous for me to write in the winter, I take the liberty of asking you now, on the plan that it is always a good thing \o be ahead in anything one wants to do. ALFRED PuBE. Watertown, N. Y. You show the proper spirit. It is the kind that makes for success in life, if one makes it the motive of all his actions. The man who wins out is the man who is always ahead of other people in planning things. To make your athletic contest a suc cess next spring it is not too early to begin thinking about it now. The failures which frequently attend athletic meetings are due to bad management, and this in tum is generally due to neglect on the part of those in charge to think out the details far enough in advance to enable theip to provide for any little contingency that may arise. Answering your letter in a general

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,/ ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "ay, we would suggest "Climbing the m ast" for the purpose y o u have in mind. It is a novelty; a nd as it has not been used much in the past, it will prove a surprise "hen introduced among the other things on your schedule. You .(ill find it a pleasant variation to the races Sink two pine spars about twenty feet long and nine inches in diameter at the base in the field where the meet is to be held. They should taper to, say, three inches at the top. Here have a small flag placed in a socket. Have the competitors start in pairs, the first man to reach the summit and get the flag to be declared the winner. You can conduct several heats in this way putting the winner of each pair in the next round. Continue in this manner until the winners come together in the last pair. It requires some skill to "shinny" up a pole, even when it is not greased; and you will find that young men will ba more apt to show a willing ness to enter a contest like this, as it does not mean that they are going to ruin a suit of clothes in a few minutes of s port, as is the case in the game known as "greasoo pole." Every boy thinks he is a good climber because he can manage to get up a tree in fairly quick time, but wait till he tries going up a straight pole having no limbs for him 'to clutch in his ascent! Neither is it so dangerous as when the pole is greased, for in that case a person might get a bad fall. It is no joke to lose your hold when fifteen or twenty feet from the ground, and make a breath less descent It might seem funny to spectators, but it doesn't to the poor fellow who gets such a jolt that he wonders if there is a bone in his body that has escaped being broken! Jack Lightfoot is my favorite character in the ALL-SPORTS LlBnARY. He is what I might call a "peach." I suppose I shouldn't u se slang, but please forgive me this time, as it is my offense. Three cheers for the, great Americ a n hero, Jack Lightfo o t! "Who's all right?" Jack Lightfoot. I h av e followed his a dve ntures ever since the ALL-SPORTS was first handed to me by our news-dealer. He said; "You ought to read this book, 'v\'illie. ry it and tell me what you think of it." I sat right rlown in his sto re and began to read It was so interesting that l did nN watch what time it was getting, and lost my supper beC'ause ; didn't get h o me till it was too late. I didn't care, for I w;inted to finis h the p a per, I liked it so much. The news-dealer bughed, ard said: "Well, I guess you like it all right, Willie." He wa s right, or I would not have sat there for a couple of h0tfrs, paying no attention to anything going around. I have got o ne reader for the library WILLIE GRAHAM. Fort Plain, N. Y. I t waS' too bad that you missed your supper, but no doubt your mother put something on the table for you when you finally did get home. Such delightful stories as one finds in the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY are worth missing a supper for once in awhile. But we suggest that you do not make it a regular practise all the time, because we wouldn't like to hear that one of our favorite readers had taken to the two-meals-a-day fad, to the great concern and surprise of his stomach, who is a friend, you know, that must always be treated well if you want to keep on the right side of him I have read quite a good deal of ALL-SPORTS and I intend some time to get the back numbers. I like very much, and also Daisy, his sister. I agree with Walter Higbie, of Long Island, in saying boys would appreciate the weekly more if they dealt with a little s,chool life. My measurements are: Neck, inches; waist, 29 inches; thighs, 19.Y.:( inche s ; calves, 13 inches; height, 5 feet 10 inches; weight 135 pounds; age, IS years. I. Are these good, and what are my weak and strong points? 2. Please tell me what exercises I need for mus cles mentioned, as I want to build them up. 3. In what State of the Union is Cranford situated? Well, hoping this escapes the waste-basket, and thanking Mr. Stevens and the Winner Library Company for wany pleasant hours, I am, T. W. J. D New York City. You lack thirty pounds in weight. Eat fattening foods, like oatmeal, brown bread, beef, and mutton to tak on weight. You should join the Y. M. C. A. and take a thorough gymnasium course to get up a full, rounded development Surely, such a good student of geography as you ought to know where Cran ford is_! I have been reading ALL-SPORTS since it first started, and in tend to read them still longer I also read Tip Top. I like J ack, Lafe, Tom, Phil, and Jubal best. Nellie Connor is my favorite of the girls. I am saving 3ouvenir postal cards and w ill exchange with anyb ody. "With three cheers for Jack Light foot, Maurice Stevens, and last, but noti least, the vVinner Li-brary Company, I remain, ALFRED THOMAS. 6 Kendall Street, Lawrence, Mass. The people in the stories all seem to appeal to you. But, no wonder; all healthy-minded young men find Jack and his friends are jus t like themselves ( "liow to do Tbings")-Continued.from page 28. once the old standard joke of "Well, if you're going fishing, son, I won't order any meat at the butcher's to-day" loses its sting. That is your hour of triumphfor once you are it. It will be seen that in the main the tip-ups we give are very simple affairs. The one with the three prongs can be secured from the top of any young sapling in the woods, where three branches have started to shoot upward in the fashion shown. If desired, a bit of red muslin may be fastened to the blunt end, which will sig nal the angler when a fish has tilted up the contrivance, pulling the one long shank down into the small opening. Try this sport if you have the chance this winter, boys, and perhaps y ou may thank us for bringing it to your attention. No doubt the Cranford lads enjoyed this game with so fine a lake close at hand, and so enterprising a leader as Jack Lightfoot to handle the tools. Of course this method of fishing is vastly different from that indulged in on th e northern lakes, where fish ermen build huts out on the ice, cut a hole in th latter, and sit over it by the hour, spear in hand, ready to thrust it into any white fish or bass that approaches the bait they have lowered as a lure. That sort of business re quires con s iderable skill in the use of th e fish-spear, as well as patience. Only professional fishermen, as a rule, indulge in it. There are numerous other styles of tip-ups in vogue, but we have given those that are deemed the most sim ple, and the easiest made. The experiences in this line, as well as the stunning of fish and muskrats through the ice, remain among the most treasured memories of our boyhood. We wish you all possible luck, young fishermen, if you decide to have a try for the hungry, finny denizens of poryd or lake.

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/ S Tl.RRINC SEA TALES PAUL JONES WEEKLY -. I TORIES of the adventu es of the gallant American hero, Paul Jones, in the battles he had with the British men-o'war during the Revolution. The history of his brave deeds forms s.ome qf the most interesting and brilliant pages in American history, and the stories which appear in "Paul Jones Weekly" are so fascinating and full of the spirit of patriotism that no real boy can resist the tempta tion to re(ld them. LIST 0F TITLES I-Paul Jones' Cruise for Glory; or, The Sign of the Coiled Rattlesnake. 2-Paul Jones at Bay; or,,_ Striking a Blow for Liberty. 3-Paul Jones' Pledge; or, The Tiger of the Atlantic. 4-Paul Jones' Bold Swoop; or, Cutting Out a British Supply Ship. 5-Paul Jones' Strateg
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' .-------------------------------------------------------------.... .. CO:l\t.l:E BOYS, GET THE ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY .. Teach the American boy bow to become an athlete and so la7 the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United States." -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and m stery, don't you? Well, you can find them &11 in the pages of the ALirSPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story is of generous length. You are looking for a big five cents worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your ne'\ll"ste Mutiny at the "Gym." 38-Jack Lightfoot's Halfback; or, Playing the Giants of the League. 39--Jack Lightfoot's Gridiron Boys; or, Leading a Patched-up Team to Victory. 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 f6r 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-J ack 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. 49--J ack Lightfoot on Snowshoes; or, / The Chase of the Great Moose. 50---Jack Lightfoot Snowed-Up; or, Lost in the Trackless Canadian Wilderness. 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. : Por Sale by all Newsdealers, or ent, postpllld, upoa receipt of price by publlsben : . WIN.NER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth .,t., NEW YORK ..

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THE FAVORITE LIST OF FIVE-CENT LIBRARIES ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY All sports that boys are interested in, are carefully dealt with m the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The stories deal with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes. TIP TOP WEEKLY CA'P::''J. ,_,.._...._ T I P TOP Frank and Dick MerriweH are two brothers whose adventures i'n college and on the athletic field are of ir.tense interest to the American boy of to-day. They prove that a boy does not have to be a rowdy to have exciting sport. BUFFALO BILL STORIES Buffalo Bill is the hero of a thousand exciti _ng adventures among the Redskins. These are given to our boys only in the Buffalo Bill Stories. They are bound to inte rest and please you. BRA VE 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 lished and maintained on our Western. plains by Diamond Dick, Bertie, and Han dsome Harry. NICK CARTER WEEKLY We know, boys, that there is no need of introducing to you Nicholas Carter, the greatest 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. TlJJSTRO:f(j/IJN(j'f:.rtJJJlffSf ;JM/11f .i 101rn ll\ a bdl BOWERY BOY LIBRARY The adventures of a poor waif whose only name is "Bowery Billy." Billy is the true product of the streets of New York. No boy can read the tales of his tria l s without imbibing some of that re source and courage that makes the character of this homeless boy stand out so prominently '--


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