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Stevens, Maurice
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P br h N t "Teach t'he American T>oy how to T>ecome an atbtete, and lay t'he foundation for a Constltatlon greater ftan t1lat u IS ers 0 e. o f the United States."-Wise sayings from "Tip Top There bas never been a t i m e when the boya of thiueat country took so keen an interest in a ll manly and health-giving sports as they do to-day. As proof of this witness the rccord0breakln1t throne that attend college s truggles on the gridiron, as well as athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and sklll. In a multitude of other channels this lov e for the "life strenuous" is making Itself manifest so that, as a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front as aeeken of honest sport. Recognizing this "handwriting on the wall," we have concluded that the time bas arrived t o give this vast army of young en thusiasts a publication devoted exclusively to invigorating out-door life. We feel we are justified In anticipating a warm response from our aturd7 American boys, who are sur e to revel in the stirring phases of sport and adventure, through which our characters pass from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY Jtsued Wee/!l/y. Uy Subscription $11,so per y ear. Entered accordinK' to Act of Congress in tit' year rqo5 in the Otftce of Librarian of Con,p-1ss, Washinl{fon, D C., by T H E WINN E R LIBRARY C o 165 West Fift eent/, 3 1 ., N e w York, N. Y. No. 33. NEW YORK, September 23, 1905. Price Five Cents. JACK LlfiHTFOOT'S CLEVERNESS; OR, THE BOY WHO BUTTED IN. By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best a ll-round athlete in Cran fo r d or vic inity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and after h e h a d conquered a f e w of his faults, possessed of a faculty for do ing t ltingswhile othe r s were talking, that by degrees caused h i m t o be looked u pon as the natural leader in all the sports Young America delights in-a hoy who i n learning to conquer himself put t h e p o wer into h is hands t o wres t victory from others. Tom Lightfoot, jack' s cou si n, a n d somet imes h is rival; though their striving fo r the master?' was always o f the fri endly generou s kin d. Tom was called the BookWorm" b y h is fe llows, on ac count of h i s love for studying such secrets of natur e as practical observers have discovered and published; so that he possessed a fund of general k n owledge calculated to prov e useful whe n bis wandering 8pirit took him abroad into strange l ands Ned Skeen, of impulsive, nervous temperame nt. Lafe Lampton, a big, h ulkin g chap with a n ever p resent craving for something to eat. Laf e a lways had h is appetite a l o n g and p:oved a stanch friend of our hero throu g h thic k and thin. Kenned y a constabl e of Cranford Phil Kirtland, fo rmedy jack's rival i n all athlete mat ters. but who late r on declared a truce, a n d worked with him on the Cranford ball team. N a t Kimball, an undersized fe llow, w hose hobby was the study of ;fo-jitsu, and who had a dread of germs. Brodie Strawn, one of the best a ll-ro1md athletes o f C r a nford, and w h o has alway s been a great adm i rer o f Phil. Joel Thornberry, a pecu l i a r boy. 1 D"< "'"'""""" """"' o "' '''" o m '"" w >o I tn their hand s at b urglary for a change. K ate Strawn, a girl Cranfor d had reason to be proud of. N e lli e C onner Kate's chum. CHAPTER I. THE BOY WHO BUTTED IN. Vvhen the warning came Jack Lightfoo t and Brodie Strawn were o u t on the hills above Cranford con structing "obstacles They were t o be the "hares ," in a "hare -andh ound" run the next da y and they were trying to make the c ours e difficult s o that the "hounds who were t o pur sue them w o uld anything but an easy time The o bstacle '' they were c o n s tructing at thjs par ticul a r time wa s a road w ay of brus h cut from the ad jac e nt trees a nd th orn bu s hes, s harp s piky and thorn y limb s and the lik e, th a t w o uld hamper the p u rsuer s and th ro u g h which they w o uld have to make their wa y c a r e fu i l y o r have their clo thing torn. Of c ours e Brod i e a n d J a ck w o uld have t o go th ro u g h this "ob s tacle th e m s e l ves but they were lea ving a lit t le threa d o f a path t hrou g h wh i ch the y c o uld run and while running cou l d kick the brush askew behind


ALL-SPORTS LIBR .\RY. them, making trouble for the "hounds," as the rules of the chase required that the "hounds'' should go wherever the "hares" went, even if it was through water or through fire. Even if the "hares" chose to climb up one side of a tree and down the other-supposing that hares e'Ver do such a thing as climbing-:-the "hounds" who followed vvould have to go over that tree also. When tliis "hare-and-hound" chase, the second of the season, was first proposed, the idea was for the high school to be pitted against the academy. The original proposition had come from Phil Kirt land, the leader of the academy boys, and had then bee1i taken up by his athletic club, of which Brodie Strawn was a prominent member. Phil had sug gested that the question which school should be "hares" and which "hounds" might be settled by draw ing lots, or through some form of athletic contest, the winner to have the choice. This "oulcl have been satisfactory to Jack Light foot, the president of the lligh-school athletic club, and he was willing to accept it. Yet, in a talk with Kirtland and some members of the academy club. as well as with some members of his own club, he said he believed it would be a better idea to vary the thing, and instead of always pitting high school against academy, to merely pit certain boys against certain other boys, taking them from both academy and high school. The thought which Jack had underneath all this was, that this pitting of the academy against the high schoo l tended to separate them entirely too much and create antagonisms. "I want either myself or Brodie to be one of the 'hares,'" Phil had declared, when Jack offered his counter proposition. "That is all right," said Jack. "Fix that up to suit you. You can both be 'hares,' if you like." Having gained that point, Phil Kirtland's selfishness showed up again. "Vv ell, if" -he hesitated-"Brodie, for instance, should be the leader of the 'hares,' how would it be about the leader of the 'hounds'? I suppose you would \\ ant that place?" Jack saw what Kirtland was thinking. Kirtland w anted leadership there, also. But Jack had answered, smiling: "That's all right, too!'' "What's all right?" P hil had then asked. "For you to be leader of the 'hounds' ?" "No, for you to be!" Phil Kirtland was fairly overwhelmed by this un expected generosity on the part of his old rival. "Do you mean it?" he gasped, his face flushing eagerly. "I said it, didn't I? I usually mean what I say." And so it had come about that Brodie was to be the "leader" of the "hares," and Phil Kirtland the "leader" of the "hounds.'' When this was settled Jack had an air of satisfaction that rather puzzled Phil, who could not understand how anyone would willingly surrender both positions, when, by making a fight for them he might have had one o r the other. In a good many ways Phil did not understand Jack Lightfoot. Phil's desires were always personal; the honors and :\tictories he was always seeking were for himself al o ne. Jack, on the other hand, sought victories for his team, or his nine; or, as in the present case, he sought the victory of a peace that should stop the quarreling and warfare between the academy and the high school. And this he had won, temporarily at I.east.. Jack and Brodie-a high-school boy and an academy boy-were to be the "hares''; and the "hounds" were to be made up of a number of boys from both schools, led by Phil Kirtland. It promised an era of good feeling among the boys of the town of Cranford, and that was what Jack Lightfoot desired. As Jack and Brodie worked, cutting the brush and thorny limbs and piling them as an "obstacle" in the narrow roadway that here entered the woods from the larger road which meandered as a highway over the Cranford hills, they talked of what they were do ing, and of the coming "hare-and-hound" chase. Brodie Strawn, though a fine athlete, a good runner, and one of the best batsmen in Cranford, was of a somewhat sullen disposition and hard to please. Seldom did anything suit him. Hence, he was not very well liked even by the boys of the academy, with the exception of Phil Kirtland. Phil considered Brodie a tiptop fellow and a fine friend, for the simple reason that Strawn accepted Phil's leadership in about everything that came up. That kind of a follower suited Phil Kirtland better than any other. Brodie, in nearly every question that had arisen among the Cranford boys, had been opposed to Jack Lightfoot because he had followed Phil, who was J a ck' s riYal and j ealou:; o f J leadership.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 But this afternoon Brodie almost forgot .that he had ever held a harsh thought against Lightfoot. He found Jack more pleasant and companionable than he would have believed possible. Jack was altogether a congenial fellow. Unlike Phil Kirtland, he was not always trying to push himself to the front merely to gain applau e. He liked a joke, and he liked fun. He could talk intelligently and well on almost any subject, for he read a good deal and was a bright student. This afternoon, while they were building "ob stacles," Brodie discovered that Jack was willing to take advice, a thing that Phil Kirtland never liked to do. On several occasions Brodie had a good idea con cerning the manner of building an "obstacle," and Jack, quick to see it, always accepted it, unless he had something very much better himseii. Brodie sat clown by and by to rest, with his back against a tree, while Jack went on piling the brush in the roadway. I-le looked at Jack, with more appreciation in his glance than he had ever shovvn. He knew Jack well -had knom1 him a long time-yet it seemed to him this afternoon that Jack's face was brighter and cheerier and his step lighter and more springy than they had ever been. The change was in Brodie, not in Jack-Jack was as he had always been. Brodie noted the clear, blue-gray eyes, the brown hair, the open, manly face, flushed a bit now with exer cise, and the handsome, athletic form. "Don't you ever get tired, Jack?" he asked, feeling his O\Yn back aching as he rested it against the tree. Jack stopped. "\\'hy, yes, of course. I'm a bit tired now, but I thought I' cl lay this pile of brush here before I quit." "I didn't know," said Brodie; "you work like a steam engine !" Jack threw the brush into place. "\Veil, we've had a lot to do this afternoon, you know; for the race is to-morrow, and we didn't get at these obstacles soon enough. I want to give th ose fellows the nm of their lives to-morrow." He pushed the brush about with his feet, looking over the "obstacles" critically. "Jack," said Brodie, the sullen, heavy light having gone wholly out of his dark eyes, "blamed if I don't think I like you better than I thought I did! You're a good worker, and a good leader; and you're never a cad, and never stuck on yourself." Jack's face took on added color, as he dropped his hands to his hips and met Brodie's gaze. "I'm g lad to have you think so, Brodie. If we've ever been anything but the best of friends it hasn't been my fault." "No, I--" But there was an interruption, and what Brodie intended to say was postponed to another time. A boy came hopping from the main road that ran by this strip of woods, evidently having seen Brodie and Jack. He carried some posters and lithographs over his arm, and bore in the other hand a brush and a bucket of paste. "Say," he said, "are you fellers from Cranford?" "Yes," Jack answered. "I-loop-la! Well, I thought I was buttin' in at the right place." He put down brush, bucket and posters, depositing them by the side of the obstacle. "Do you know a man in that town named Strawn? If you do, I've come to send him a warnin'." CHAPTER II. JOEL THORNBERRY. The boy who had thus butted in was perhaps six te en years o ld. If older than that his face did not show it. There was something in it, tho ugh and in the keen eyes, which told that he had seen much of life, and of the world, and was sh rewd and intelli gent. When he mentioned the name of Strawn, Brodie stepped forward. "My name is Strawn!" "Fer fair, is that so "That's my name-Strawn, Brodie Strawn; and my h ome is in Cranford." The boy broke into a queer laugh. "Blamed if you look 1t "Don't try to be sri1art," said Brodie, somewhat angrily. "You asked about the Strawns." "Well, this here Strawn that I'm thinkin' of is rich. He's older than you, too, I reckon, for he keep s a store. Air you rich?" "My father keeps a sto re," said Brodie, stiffly "What did you want with him?" "\Veil, if you're the son of a rich man that keeps a store in Cranford by the name of Strawn, I've got some h ot inflammation for you, all right! The boy's manner was so serious, as well as so comical, that Brodie's irritation passed and he laughed.


. 4 \LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "I don't think I \\"ant any i11fiainmation!" "Oh, ye don't?" The boy seemed about to pie] up the articles on the ground and move on. "What have you got to tell?" Brodie asked. "I thought you didn't want any inflammation! \Vhen I come to a feller with news that's good for him, and which I'm carryin' at the resk of havin' my coco seve red from the other parts of my anaterrny, and he tries to be funny with me, why then I jumps the trolley straight off and goes out of biz. If you want this inflammation you can have it. If yon don't \\'ant it, or think yon can make fun o' me, why, I'm gone." Jack, as interested as Brodie, had drawn near. '\Ve're anxious to hear what you've got to say of course," he urged. The boy looked at Jack with flashing dark eyes. "Hoop-la! \iVho ast you to butt in? Is your name Strawn, too? Or is it Buttinsky ?" "My name is Lightfoot." 1 ''Then l '11 confine my inflammation to the gent that it belongs to." He looked steadily at Brodie; and Brocli-e, returning the gaze, also took n ote of the boy's general appearance, observing that he \ms dres s ed in laborer's cloth ing, and wore a stained suit of overalls "Now, when I tell you this here, said the boy, ''you've got to take my word for, it, and not ask too many questions. You see vvhat I'm doin' ?" He took up one of the posters and held it so that they could read it. It was an advertisement of a patent medicine. "I'm postin' them," said the boy, as he held up the advertisement. "Take that stuff a-plenty and you'll live a hundred years, if you don't die sooner. You don' t know me, and yon wouldn't if I told you all about myself; but my name is Joel Thornberry, and my 1 ; msiness jist now is stickin' posters. There's more fellers than me in the gang, and the other's air scattered round somewhere. Well, to make a short story long, I was walki1 g up to a board wall this afternoon, intending to stick one of these things on it, when I heard some fellers talkin' behind it." He returned the poster to the pile. "I'm that curious about anything I don't understand that sometimes I think I'll \mrt myself. So, when I heard them men talkin'-they was whisperin' away as 1f they was enjoyin' secrets-I crept up ,quietly to that wall and done the listenin' act_, while they didn't think that anything bigger than a bug was within a th o u sand miles of 'em. "And that's how I heard it. They was plannin' to rob the store, o r the house, of Mr. Strawn to-night. I didn't git t o find out if it was the house or the store, though I m thinkin' it was the h o u se." "Did you get to see them?" Brodie asked, much in terested now. "No offensiveness, gentlemen; but I reckon I'll have to say I ca1:'t answer that." "Then you did see them?" "If I did, or if I didn't, don't matter. I've give you the warnin' that I meant to give to som ebody be Iongin' in Cranford, and it's your business t o see that this Mr. Strawn gits it. If he captures them fellers jo-night, then you can take a lo o k at 'em yourself and decide if they' re good-lookin'. It ain't up to me to say." "I don't suppose y o u know who they were." "I ain't sayin' anything about that, either." Something of skeptici m showed in Brodie's dark, heavy face. "Oh, I was born rich myse lf," the boy declared, when he observed it; "so you needn't try to put my eyes out by starin' at me, for you can't do it!" "If thi s isn't a straight tip, yo u know you're lik ely to get yourself into trouble," was Brodie's ungracious statement. The boy laughed. "Well, i f you ain't the queerest coon I ever tracked l up a tree! Here I c o me with n ews that orter make yer willin' to fall o n me neck and pour thanks over me / lik e a barber sprinklin' a customer wid bay rum, and this i s the kind payments yo u gi, e me. .1\ s fur trouble, I 've had s uch cart loads of the truck that I'm u sed to it. Pap said to me when I left home to go out and make my fortune that I' cl be sure t o git into trouble. So I've always been ready to stand it, whenever it's come." There was something in this boy's manner and metho d of speech that appealed to Jack Lightfoot. The boy's rather homely face, his calloused hands showing hard work. and his independent air claimed sympathy. He did not fear Brodie in the lea s t. In fact, his manner showed that he considered himself just as good the son of the richest man in Cranford, even if he did have t o w ork for a liv ing. "\Ve're much obliged t o you for your information, said Jack, desiring to show his courtesy and appreciation.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 V vas I talkin' to you?" was the bolt the b oy s h ot at him. He stooped t o pick up his materials. "If this is true,., said Brodie, disc overing that he could not deal with this young fellow in any thre at ening way, "father will be willing to pay yo u well for it." The boy strai g htened up anci again l oo ked at him. "\Tl/ ell if you ain't even doggonecler than I thou ght! Did I ask yo u for money, or the promise of money?" "Ko, but--" "That's the trouble wid yo u rich fe llers. Yer al ways measurin' things jest by what yo u think they're worth in dollar s." His' eyes s udd enly twinkled. "Why, I was so infernal rich that I run away from home to g it rid of it. I don't n eed your money. You don't believe that?" "I don't think I do," Brodie c o nfe ssed n ot kn owing h ow t o take this young limb of the advertising pro fession. "\\Tell, you ne edn't belieH it, if it hurts you !" He picked up hi" bucket. "My folks was that ri c h that they gave m e diam on d rattles to play with when I was a baby. I cut my teet h on a diamond-studded ring. A nd when I got big enough to \\'alk out, I had two nurses walkin' with me alway s for fear some other little kid that wasn't so high toned would g it near e n oug h t o it s cheap breath on me. A nd that's a fact! \ V h en I got big g ,er it was worse I c o uldn t pla y with a n y of the kids in the neighborhood, 'ca use th ey wasn't good for me; and as there wasn't anyb o dy near me good enough, I at last C?ncluded I' cl 1 i g ht o ut and see if I couldn't find somebody that was He laughed "I ain't found 'e m y it. Yo u think that's all lies. All right, think so, for maybe they air: but I d on't want yer money. You c o uldn t stac k up enough money to make me give this warnin', if I didn't think I orter. So long!" He picked up the ot her things, then scrambled down to the main highway and disappeared "What do you make o f him?" Brodie asked fairly a gasp. J ack was laughing. "I th ink he' s about the queerest sp ecimen I ever run up against." "Do you believe his story?" "I did, at fir st." "At first?" "I mean unti l he began t o tell all t hat stuff about his parents b eing so rich. I c o uldn't swa llow that. And afterward, seeing the odd way he had o f laughing. T clicln 't know whether anything J1e had said \Yas true." "That's the way with me." "But l'd tell your father if I were in your place and let him s et a watch t onight. If the burglars should come, then he wouldn't be caught napping .'' "And that name is odd, too! said Brodie. I hardl y think it' s his real one."' Joel Thornberry? It does sound odd. Still, it may be his own." CHAPTER III. JOEL COMES TO TOWN. It wa s la te eve nin g, \\ith n ight just at han d when Jack Lightfoot a n d Bro d ie Strawn returned from the hills. As the y walked up to Brodie's h ome-for that lay o n the ay to the Lightfoot cottage-they were sur prised to see before them, at the gate, Joel Thornberry. "Hello!" he said, with an exasperating grin. ''Think of devils and you'll hear em switchin' their tails. l jist had you two guys in mind, and was waitin' fo r you." "That so? grunted Brodie. G l ad to see yo u ," said Jack. I jist wanted t o make s ure that this was the h o use,' said Joel, st ill grinning. ''I've heard som e more re marks s.ence I saw you, and I wanted to be handy ro und here if anything happens to-night. This is the house?" "Thi s i s m y home ," Brodie answered. "Feller told me that clown the street-said this was the h o u se of Nonvell Strawn, an' that he was about the richest o l d cluck in Cranford. Well, that's all I wanted to kn ow. S o long! I don't aim to butt in where me c o mpany ain't desired." He turned away. "Hold on," said Brodie, puzzled "You wanted something of me dian' t you?" Joel Thornberry's grin became more expansive. "Now you're thinkin' 9 giving me money for doin' a good deed! I won't take it. All these heroes you read ab o ut in the papers gits into print that way. They find some rich guy's pocketbook that he's lost with a thousand dollars in it, and he rewards 'em by givin' 'em ten cents. I'm not a cheap .two-fer like that. I don't want any money nor anybody to pat me kindly on the head and tell m e I'm a bully boy. No, sir. So long!"


c ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Hold on,'' said Brodie again. "Tell me what you did come up here for?" "To take a look at the crib that the fellers I told you about say they was goin' to crack to-night. Up there by the woods I saw that you wasn't believin' my little narrative for a cent; and so I thought I'd do my further duty by tryin' to see if I couldn't block the thing myself. That's all. So long." He turned away again. "Stop!" said Brodie. But Joel Thornberry walked on. "\t\T ell, he's the queerest ever!" Jack gasped. "He's crazy, I guess." "Oh, he's sensible enough; but he's queer." "Do you believe anything he's said?" "He knows something, but whether he's told us straight stories I don't know. You'd better warn your father, and keep a watch here to-night." As Jack went on toward home he saw Joel Thorn-berry again. Joel had stepped into a cheap restaurant and was getting something in the way of a lunch. The singular "warning" given by Joel was in Jack's thoughts throughout the remainder of the evening much more than the coming "hare-and-hound" chase. Because of this, and for the further reason that he wished to ascertain if Norwell Strawn took any stock in Joel's story, Jack walked up to Strawn's shortly be fore bedtime. As he reached the place Brodie came out on the walk; and both he and BrocEe again saw Joel, who was strolling slowly along in the shadows of the trees on the other side of the street. "See him over there?"' said Brodie. "Yes," Jack answered. "He camped down by that tree about half an hour ago. I saw him, and went over. \ 1\'hen he saw me coming he got up and walked on, and I didn't get to speak to him, but he's been past the house several times since. I was by the door there and meant to come out here and hail him, when you came up." "vVe'll go on and overtake him," Jack suggested. "I told father what he said, and he's warned the night watchman, so that the store will be guarded to-night." "And the house?" "Kennedy said he'd stroll up here now and then and see if everything was all right. Some fellows ha, e been sticking those medicine posters up over town this afternoon." Jack walked on with Brodie in the direction taken by Joel Thornberry. They met him, after he had gone to what seemed to be the length of his beat and had turned back. "Hoopla!" he stopping suddenly when he came face to face with them. "I didn't see you, 'count of the trees and the dark; I'd 'a' gone on if I had. I don't want you to thank me for vvhat I'm doin', and my name ain't Buttinsky for a regular thing." "What are you doing?" Brodie inquired, somewhat testily, for Joel's airy manner rather nettled him. "Dain' what if everybody would do the world would be happier-my duty!" "You're going to watch here to-night?" Jack asked, for the thing surprised him. "You've tagged me first try !" Brodie looked at him severely, but the gloom was too great to enable Joel to notice this; yet he could but observe the sharp tone in which Brodie now spoke to him. "The store ancl the house will be watched to-night. So, you'll not be needed round here!" The boy stood staring at him for a moment, then said slowly: "I didn't expect anything else of you, for I took your measure the minute I first met you. But that's all right. vVhether you want me to or not, I'm goin' to be holclin' clown the earth round here to-night. Ain't no law to stop that, I reckon .. "I begin to think you've got some sort of a game to play yourself," Brodie insisted, not pleased by the reply. "Think so? Then, keep on doin' it! What you think of me won't trouble my digestion any. I've nm up agin' a good many like you in my time, and one extry don't count. I know what I'm

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 when it don't do any good. You're set agin' belie, in' me. But that's all right! It'll save you the trouble of offe.rin' me a reward and me the trouble of refusm' it. So long! I like walkin' better than talkin'-\vith you." He turned and walked back along the path that led beneath the trees, leaving Brodie breathing hard with suppressed rage. "I feel like choking him!" he declared. "Why?'' Jack asked. "For his insolence." "But if his \Yarning is, val uable he has done a good deed, and his desire to see that the hou se isn't burglarized to-night can hardly be condemned." "Lightfoot," said Brodie, turning on him sharply ';you almost make me mac!! That fello" is playing some game. If there's any burglary attempted here tonight he'll be in it and likel y at the bottom of it. He's spotted the house, and maybe he's hanging round to give ome sort of signal, or aid in o me other way. I feel pretty sure of it. But Jack did not feel at all sure of it, and he said so P.mphatically. Jack was a 1 etter character reader than Brodie, am.: he had een honesty in the dark eyes of Joel Thornberry and in the boy s whole bearing. He had discovered that Joel did not like to be patronized, that he disliked anyone who assumed su perior airs, and particularly desired to have his own way. More than all, Joel resented even a bare sugges tion that he was not conducting himself with honorable intention That suggest i o n Brodie had made, and the boy had been deeply offended. "I tell you what, Jack," said Brodie, "this whole thing is so queer that I'd like to have you stop with me to-night. There's an extra bed in my room, and I want you to stay over." "I'll ask mother," said Jack, "and if she consents I will." CHAPTER IV. WHEN THE B RGLAR CAME. Jack was glad of this oppo rtuni ty to spend the night \\ith Brodie. \\ as not so m11ch that he thought he might be needed as because it would give him a to get nearer to Brodie than he had yet been able to do There was a certain aloofness about Brodie that made it hard for anyone to penetrate the outer shell of his character and become really well enough ac quainted with h i m t o gain his friendship. Jack had accomplished a good beginning that day, and this \\as a chance to increase the small gain be had made. "Those Strawns are all somewhat disagreeable," saicl his mother, w h en he spoke to her about it. ''Do you believe Kale is?" Jack asked, for he wan ted to think well of Kate. "Ches changeable. and l don't like that any too much in a girl. See ho\\offended she \\as at you when she thought you had caused the of her terrier!"* "I couldn't blame her for that," Jack answered. "No, perhap s not. \Veil. you may go if you like!" When Jack r eap peared at Strawn's and found Brodie \\ a iting for him in the yard, Joel Thornberry seemed to have disappeared. At any rate, Brodie r epo rted that he had not seen him for some time. As they walked along the street together beneath the gloom of the tree looking for Joel Jack had a strange sense of exhilaration. There was a hint of mystery here which tingled his blo cl ancl sti rred his ip.1agina tion. The dark shaclo\\'s, the quiet of the sleepy town that had already retired for its night's slumber, the soft stars s hinin g down through the tree branches, the chirping of night in ects, created a feeling of romance that was delightful. Jack did not want to hurry into Brodie's room and to heel, even though the hour wa now growing late. He preferrect to walk softly up and down the street with Brodie, talking of Joel Thornberry, of the strange warning, and of the "hare-ancl-houncl" chase that was to come off to-morrow; though, thinking of that race, Jack knew he ought to go to bed, that he might have plenty of rest and sleep, and so be prepared for his strenuous part in it. Only once did Kennedy come into that section of the 0tSee No. 14, "Jack Lightfoot, the Magician."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. town, anu then he did not approach tlie house, but walked along some distance away and looked at it. "A lot of good that will do!" growled Brodie. "He didn't even see us here under the trees." But Jack apologized for Kennedy, who had always been his good friend. "It's early, and he thinks there's no danger yet. He'll attend to the thing more closely as the night gets later." "He's no good!" said Brodie, positively. Brodie had a habit of jumping at conclusions, which often made him do injustice to others. \i\Then they retired at last to Brodie's room, they sat for a time at the wind o w looking out. A view of a portion o f the street could be had .from this w i ndow, and also a view of the roof of a shed in the yard near by and almost below the window. Joel was not to be seen ; though the darkness be neath the trees was so dense that they hardly expected to behold him even if he were there. "Do you knmv what I think?" said Brodie, as he got ready to turn in for the night. "That Joel Thornberry is still out there somewhere." "Well, I guess he is. But that wasn't what I meant. I believe he told that to see if he couldn't get a re ward of some kind from father or from me Or, perhaps, he thought if he turned up here with his warn ing we'd invite him into the house to stay all night. He may be in with the burglars. I shouldn't wonder if he is, and that he hoped to find a way into the house for them by some such trick." Jack again did not agree with Brodie. There were two small beds in the room, and Jack occupied the one that was nearer the window He fell asleep soon after. It seemed to him he had not been asleep many min utes, though it was well on toward morning, when the window near him fell with a bang-it had been left open-and at the same moment smothered yells and rapid revolver shots sounded from theshed Jack sprang into the middle of the floor at a leap. As he did so, he bumped into a human form. Thinking he had stumbled against Brodie, who had been awakened in the same way, he was about to say something, when a heavy fist struck him in the ch e st and hurled him against the wall. That terrific blow almost knocked the breath out of him, and before he could quite recover Brodie sang out lustily : "Help me here, Lightfoot!" Two figures were whirling and dancing ab o u t the room, and one of them was Brodie. Sure now that Brodie was having a fight, Jack moved to his assistance, reaching out to get his arms round the neck of the man who was choking Brodie and trying to hammer him in the face. As Jack pounced on him, the man gave a backward kick to free himself of his new antagonist. Jack heard Brodie wheezing, and knew the in truder had set his lingers in Brodie's throat. The man kicked again, as Jack tried to drag him from Brodie, ancl Jack, catching the outthrust foot gave it a strong sidewise wrench. The result was that the fellow tumbled to the floor, with Brodie on top of him. But he was still clutching Brodie by the throat, and with such effectiveness that Brodie could do nothing but whee ze. Again Jack laid hold of the man, trying to drag him from Brodie. The man, a giant in strength, staggered to his feet, swung one arm straight out, and laid Jack on the floor. But Jack was game. He heard the man leap for the window, leaving Brodie lying on the floor as if dead. "Help!" Jack yelled, to arouse the house, as he sprang again at the ; rnan. There was a s o und of shattering glass, as the man thrust his foot through the window, carrying away the sash. Jack caught him by the coat, commanding him to halt. The answer was a curse and another kick, this time delivered at Jack's face. But Jack was pluck to the backbone. He gripped the foot and leg, and again tried to throw the man to the floor.


I LIBRARY. 9 Then a re vo lver flamed in his face, the report stun ning his ears and causing him to lose his hold. For an instant he thought he must be shot. In that instant, and while Jack was reeling back ward, the man l'lllrled himself in wild desperation through the window. Jack heard him drop to the ground; it was a second s t ory window, and the drop to the earth was a long one. W hen Jack ru s hed to the window the man was run ning toward the as if not at all injured A series of howls wa s coming from the little shed, and cries and the flashing of lights in various parts of the house t o ld that the family had been aroused. Jack jumped back t o where Brodie lay on the floor. "Hurt, Bro die? h e a s ked, anxi o usly, getting his a rms round him and trying to lift him. "N-no said Brodie, as if this call revived him. "i-I think not. Wh-where's that--" "Go ne throu g h the window!" said Jack. "Thank goodness, you re not hurt! I'll strike a light." Kerosene was used in the house. Jack found the hmp and soon had a light. Brodie had climbed to his feet, looking red-faced and foolish. Both he and Jack were in their night clo thes. The sounds from the other parts of the house were increasing in volume. Hope you're all right Brodie!" said Jack. "The s coundrel went through the window." He began to hurry into his Scarcely a minute later he took a leap from the win dow lighting easily and softly. Brodie was at the window above, looking out, as Jack scrambled to his feet. Mr. Strawn came running from a back door, half clad; and voices were heard at various windows. Then Jack was surprised to see Joel Thornberry ap pear from the shed, carrying a revolver. "Hoo p-la!" he cried. "What was it?'" Nor we ll Strawn caught him by the shoulder and thre w him sharpl y t o the ground. \ '.'I thi nk I'v e cau ght y o u! he s aid, w it h hi s foo t lif te d, as if he me ant to deliver a kick. "Ho ld o n h o ld on cried Joel. "What you takin' me fer, an yway-a bag of meal? Handle me kindly, handle me gently, or you 'll rile my angelic temper." Brodie Strawn, imitating Jack's example, came sailing down from the bedroom window. Then Kate and Mrs. Strawn appeared, together with a servant. Joel Thornberry drew back gingerly, as if he feared Norwell Strawn's foot, then rolled over and began to rise to his feet. "You can't get away," said Strawn, threatening him. Joel laughed in a queer way. "What was that sh oo ting about?" Brodie demanded. "That was me, I reckon!" said Joel, as if he felt rather fooli s h about it. "I'll tell you how it was. You kn o w I've been watchin' out fer that burglarious undertakin' that was to be underto o k here to-night, and--" "And the burglar is making tracks all the time!" cried Jack. "Where is Kennedy?" Kennedy appeared as suddenly as if he had been waiting outside for this summons, and Jack told him what had happened. "Which way did he go?" he asked, starting toward the gate. Jack informed him as well as he could. Strawn, in the meantime, laid hands on Joel. "I think we've got one of the burglars here, and we'll hold him!" Joel slipped his revolver into one of his pockets and faced Strawn. "Governor," he said, in an appealing tone, "don't go to makin' a mistake n o w! You're makin' a big one. Ask these boys-as k your son there if I didn't come to him with inflammation this afternoon and warnin' him about this?" "Is this the boy you spoke about?" said Strawn to Brodie. "Yes, Bro die an s wered. "\Veil, what ha v e y o u go t t o say?" de manded of Joel. S ome o f t h e n e i g hb o r s wh o ha d be en aro used by the


,'10 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. noise and the shots began to arrive, and Jack, standing by the gate, told them the direction taken by Kennedy. "I've got to say jist this," said Joel, in answer to Strawn's question, "I give my warnin'. These kids didn't want to believe me. But I knowed that my in flammation was straight. So I come up here to do a little watchin' on my own account. I got s leepy and tired after a while and crept into the shed there. Then I dropped asleep. I was dreamin' about the burglars that was a-goin' to burgle, and I thought they was fightin' me. I opened on 'em with my revolYer-in my sleep, you s _ee-and that's what made the war rn usic in the shed. I reckon there's about a dozen bul let h o les in that shed, an

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. l { However, the boys looked neat as new pins, in their light running costumes, and were in the pink of condi ti on. Nearly all of the "hounds" who were to follow the lead of Phil Kirtland had been chosen by him from the academy crowd. Nevertheless, Jack Lightfoot smiled inwardly when he saw who two of the boys were, these two being Wilson Crane and Jubal Marlin, both of whom Phil disliked. Wilson was an academy boy, but Phil's enemy at present. Yet Wilson could run like the wind, and Phil knew it. Jubal was a high -schoo l boy, but also a strong, swift runner. F01 once Phil Kirtland had laid aside his personal feelings and sought for boys who could run, rather than for boys he liked. "If he would always do that," was Jack's thought, "he might make a good athletic leader. I guess he is learning a few things!" "Haow much of a start do we give these 'hares'? asked Jubal, speaking to Phil, as the boys gathered. "Five minutes," said Phil. "That's the agreement." "By granny, we'll have tew do some runnin" then, if we ever catch 'em!" "Vve expect to do some running," said Phil. The boys were talking over the details of the race for the last time. The run was to be for five miles. The "hares" were provided with bits of colored paper, which they were to drop now and then in exposed places, so that they could be readily found by the pursuing "hounds." "Home," or the goal at the end of the race, was to be the house of a certain farmer, whose name was Ingalls. When within a mile of Ingalls' house the "hares" were to throw down a l:._eap of the colored papers, and make a break for this house. The "hounds," when they came up on these papers, were at liberty, also, to make straight for the house at which the race was to end. If the "hares" reached Ingalls' place first, without being "tagged" on the way, they won; otherwise they lost to the "hounds." As important as anything, was the rule which re quired the pursuing "hounds" to follow the paper trail left by the "hares," no matter what turns it made or where it led them. Kennedy came down to act as "starter." "Not a word from those burglars," he said, deject edly. "Maybe you fellows will see them as you make your run this morning." He seemed tired. Brodie Strawn had a strange look on his face as he went with Jack Lightfoot to the starting line and stepped into position, armed, like Jack, with a supply of the colored papers. "This seems queer, Jack, and no mistake!" he said, in a puzzled tone. "What does?" Jack asked. "\r\T ell, it never happened before, that I was to stand with you and try to defeat Phil. I hadn't thought of how queer it is until right now. It doesn't seem natural." Jack did not tell Brodie, of course, that it was jus t the thing he had worked for. "We're going to give Phil and his crowd the chase of their lives,'' he said, brightly. "Sure!" Brodie agreed, squarinv his shoulders. ow that I'm into it I'm in to win." "That's the spirit," said Jack; "and you're my leader, you know. You have to set the pace and the course. The rule3 don't allow me to run faster than you do, even if I could Brodie flashed him a look. "You believe that I'll do the best I can, don't you, even though Phil is the leader of the hounds'?" "I know you will." "That's good, and I'm glad to hear you say it. For, you see, if we should Jose, some fellows might think that I lost because I wanted to favor Phil. Phil's my friend, but I don't let friendship come into a thing of this kind. I'll tell you now, Lightfoot, I'm going to do some running this morning." Jack did not wear his heart on his sleeve, as the saying is; therefore, Brodie did not know how much satisfaction this gave him; yet Jack had worked for thi s very thing.


.'\LL-SPORTS LIBR. RY. 1 l e \\"ante d t o gai n t he g oo d will and fri e n ds hip o f Drod i c S trawn and h elp to break him away from the d o mination of Phil Kirtland. There was no better way in which it could be done. For o nce in their school lives Brodie and Phil were to o ppo s e each other in a test of running and skill. The whole thing was a proof of Jack Lightfoot' s cleverness _Terry Mulligan the Iris h b oy, had been chosen to go out to Ingalls" house, and there with a watch take the time of the arriv al of each runner at "home." Jerry was already on his way, and perhaps by this time almost a t hi s destination. "1 ime's up! Kennedy, h oldi n g his \Vatch in his hand, as Jack and Brodie got into place at the start ing line. A few sec o nds later his voic e s ounded again: "Go!" Brodie and Jack leaped away. while the other b o ys stood watching th e m. Jack kept clos e at B rod i e 's side tho ugh jus t a trifle behind, for Strawn was the "le ade ." The boys watched them a s th e y cro ss ed the railroad tracks and entered the w oo ded hill s o n the s outh of the town, where they v anished fro m s igh t running ea s ily with a certain springy gait that t old of great re se rve s tren g th. "They're all right, said Kennedy, with admirati o n, as they thus pas s ed fro m sight. "If you fello w s catch 'em it will h11mp you. He still held his wat c h in hi s hand. Phil Virtlancl and his "hounds" lined up at the s t arting p o int. D id y o u ever notice how slow time seems to pass w he n yo u a re k e e p i n g count of it? If yo u n ever did, get a watch and count off just o ne s h ort m i nu t e b y seconds. You will be surprised to know how long a time a minut e really is. The waiting "hounds" under Phil Kirtland began to gro\\" anxi o us when n o command to "Go!" came from K e nnedy. "By gravy, the starter's cheatin' !" Jubal Marlin whispered. "Them fellers have been gone ten min utes already, and I know it." "How much time have w e yet to wait?' Phil aske d of Kennedy, for, like Jubal, it seemed to him that more than five minutes had pas s ed. "Still two minutes and forty seconds," said Kennedy. "\tVhy, it took 'em more'n two minutes to git into the woods!" Jubal declared. "You just thought so,'' was Y ennedy's answer. "This watch doesn't lie. Now, three minutes are up, and y o u've s till got two minutes. And I don' t tell you any more, but just shout 'Go'! when the time comes Then the time passed even more slowly. The boys bent forward, ready to start. "Oh, it must be more than five minutes!" said \Vil son Crane. "Kennedy's all right, said another boy, "but surely that five minutes mus t be up!" Still Kennedy did not say a w o rd. "By hemlock them fellers air m o re n a m i le frum here before this!" Jubal grunted. "We'll never git 'em!" Go!" said Kennedy, s uddenly, snapping his watch shut. Phil l e aped out with a bound, and started with his follow ers over the route taken by the "hares" as they ran t oward the wo o ds. Kennedy s t oo d watching them w i th a s mile, n oting with admiration the clean and ea s y manner of their runnmg. "It's a great thing to be a boy," he said to him self; "yet how mighty few boys know it! They won't kn o w how great it is until they get to be a good deal older than they air now. Boys never do I didn't when I was a kid, and none of 'em do. They never really understand how fine a thing it i s to have health and strength and vigor, until they ain't bo ys any longer. They always want to men, instead of boys; but a b o y s time is the best time there is in the w o rld. And I wish the lads really knowed it, while they air b o ys, as well as I know it, now that my boyhood s gone and will never come back again." A tinge o f sadne s s came into Kennedy' s face, as he wa t ched the b o ys o ut of sight and then took his way slo w l y tovard the t wn.


ALL-SPORTS Llf.R.\RY. CHAPTER VI. W I T H T H E H AR ES ." After entering the woods Brodie and Jack turned sharply to the left climbing up over' some precipitous rocks, then headed away for a time in the direction of the Painted Cave. At short intervals they dropped some of the colored papers, thus marking the paper trail. .After a while they doubled back sharply, and passed along a dry creek basin, coming out on the road to the westward of the town. As they thus left the woods behind they were somewhat surprised to behold IZate Strawn and Nellie Con ner seated there in a buggy. The girls waved their hands to the "hares." Brodie stopped, as he and Jack came up to the vehicle. "I don't know whether you ought to be out here or not," he said, doubtfully. "vVell, we knew, from what you told me, that you would pass along here, and we wanted to see the fun," Kate declared, willfully. "What harm is there? "None; only I was thinking of that burglar." Kate tossed her head. "Oh, pshaw I He's miles from here before now. "Yes, I suppose he is,., Brodie admitted; "yet it makes me uneasy." "Brodie Strawn," said Nellie, smiling at him, "can't be permitted to have a little fun, as well as boys? You aren't afraid of that burglar, are you?"' "But that's different!" said Brodie. "I think Brodie is right," Jack declared, smi ling at the girls. "}.fr. Jack Lightfoot, tell me if a girl hasn't any rights at all?" Nellie demanded, coquettishly. Jack flushed. "Certainly she has; the right to stay where she will be out of danger, and the right to look h andsome." "You're a-flatterer. If I always stayed where there is no danger where would you be now?" "Dead. likely,'" Jack admitted, for he could not for get the heroism of Nell ie onner, who had saved his life by standing up in the road before him, when he lay unconscious and hurt, and turning aside a pair of runaway horses lhat other\\"ise would have run over him And then there was another affair where he might ha ve lost his life by fire only for the heroism of these two girls. "I'd like to argue this thing out with you," said Brodie, "but I can t ; the 'hounds' will be here in a lit tle while." Jack tipped his cap to the girls as Brodie started, and soo n both were lost to the view of the occupants of the buggy. They had entered the wooded hills again. Just beyond this point they passed through the "obstacle" which has 'been already described; and there, near the highway, they beheld Joel Thornberry. He came toward them, just as on the previous day, only that now he had no package of handbills, nor brush and paste. "Hoop-la!" he cried. "vVhat you lookin' fer?"' "Nothing," said Jack; while Brodie stared at Joel in a questioning way. "What ye runnin' fer, then, if you ain"t loo kin for anything?" "\Ve're the 'hares' in a 'hare -and-h ound' chase. The 'hounds' will be along here soon." Jack stopped at the entrance to the obstacle. "Them 'hounds ain "t dogs?" Joel queried. "No, they"re boys,'" answered Jack. "vVhat made you skip out last night?'' asked Brodie. "By the howlin' tomcats, you didn't expect me to stay and be arrestee!? I stopped that burglary, or done all I could to stop it. I wasn't needed any further, and I hadn't any notion of bein' put into jail, and so I skedadd led. I've been in enough trouble without tryin' to git into more. If that ans\ve r don "t suit you, come ag'in.' "Do you kn ow what became of the burglar?" ''I don't.., "X or any of them?" "I don't." "But you do kn ow who that fellow was?" "I clic!n"t see him, did I?"' "You know \Vho those burglars \\"ere that you heard planning to break into the house?"


ALL-SPORTS LIBR : \ RY. "I don't have to answer that." "Well, we people in the town feel sure they be longed to that crowd of billstickers you were ing with. Only two of the billposters showed up in town this morning." Joel tried to hide his surprise. "That so?" he cried. "Seems to me that you have a good deal more inflammation than I have." "Come to the town this evening, or right after this race is over, and father will be willing to pay you for whatever information you can give." Joel stared. "Hoop-la!" he exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you that I run away from home simply because I didn't want riches? \ I ain't comin' to town, unless I take the notion my own self to do so." "'vVe can't stay to talk with you," said Brodie. "We must be going, or those 'hounds' will be right on top of us. 'vVe've already lost time. But come to town, please, and have a talk with father. I'll promise that you won't be molested in any way, if you do." He darted, as leader, into the obstacle, with Jack at his heels. As they passed through it they kicked the thorns and sharp bushes into the path behind them; for, in the rules, it had been agreed that the "hares" might make the way as difficult as they could, if they cared to waste the time required to do it. I This obstacle had been so arranged that very little time was lost in the work of making its passage hard for the "hounds." As they turned away from the obstacle, and found that Joel was running on with them, they entered a ravine. At almost the same moment they heard the hounds" give tongue behind them, showing that they had sighted the "hares." This "giving tongue" was in the nature of a yell rising from the throats of sev eral of the pursuing boys, notably from the throat of that wild Yankee, Jubal Marlin. "They'll git ye now," said Joel who became at once intensely interested. "They see you, and they'll take a s h ort cut acrost and corner ye." "But they're not allowed to run by sight," said Jack, 'd I as he pounded along at Brodie s m e. "Not what?" "Not allowed to run by sight. The rules are that they mu s t run by scent. That means that they've got to follow the paper trail we're leaving and g o where ver we ve gone; so they can't cut across just because they happen to see us." "But they've gained a lot," said Brodie, "and that means that we've got to do some hot running now, as well as some clever dodging and doubling." He increased his speed, doubled back through the woods out of sight after leaving the ravine, and passed through another obstacle. Coming to a creek, he and Jack slipped off shoes and stockings, entered the water and waded down it a short distance before crossing to the opposite shore. Where they thus entered the water they left colored paper, and they also placed some of the same on the bank where t9ey came out. Yet it was likely that it would take the "hounds" some time to find the point from which the water had been left, and this time the "hares" made good use of, thus again drawing ahead, and contriving for a time to keep well out of sight of the pursuing "hounds." But Joel had dropped out of the race. He started well, and for a time kept up with the lithe limbed hares." But Joel, while a sinewy chap, had not been training himself for running, and he soon became winded. The "hares" and the "hounds" had trained e s pecially for such running, and besi d es that, thro u g h the whole winter and spring, and for months even before, they had been putting them s elve s in condition for all kinds of athletic feats. Hence the running that so quickly winded Joel Thornberry did not test severely the powers of Brodie and Jack, nor of the boys who followed the paper trail which they left as they passed through the woods and over the obstacles. CHAPTER VII. DANGER. Joe l Thornberry and the g irls in the buggy were n o t the only per s ons wh o beheld the pa s sage o f the h a re s"


ALL-SPORTS LIBR: \RY. and the "hounds'' through the woods and over the hills of Cranford. Two men lay in hiding on a high and partially bare hillside, some distance out from Cranford, and not far from the mam highway that led westward from the town. They were rough-looking men, wl1ose clothing showed traces of flour paste; in fact, they were mem bers of the bill-posting party that had come to Cran ford the day before, sticking up advertisements of a patent medicine. One of them was the rascal who had blundered into Br?die's room while trying to make a burglarious en trance of the Strawn residence for purposes of rob bery, and had taken that headlong leap from the win dow. But the robbery by which he and his confederate had hoped to line their pockets had been foiled. Worse even than that, they had discovered that the town of Cranford was aroused, and that searching parties were out in the woods and on the hills. The elder of the two, whose name was Sam Prouty, was now swearing volubly and furiously at that nimble youngster, Joel Thornberry, though Joel was not there to hear him. Before quitting the town, Prouty had discovered that the failure of the burglarious enterprise had come about through the efforts of Joel, who had overheard the plans of these two men and had given them away. "The dirty little gutter snipe peached!" sa id Prouty, grunting out his wrath "If I ever git my hands on his windpipe I'll shut off his s t eam fer that.'' "No use kickin' !" urged the other. "'vVe was too loo e with our mouths, that's all." "Hello, what's that yellin' mean?" Prouty asked, suddenly, standing up to get a bette r view. The second and younger scoundrel, whose name was Dick Sands, but who u sually was known to hi s friends a andy Dick, also stood up and stared in the direc tion of the sound. Thus looking, they saw a pack of boys in light run-ning costume break from the woods some distanc3 away and come loping in their direction. "They're follerin' us!" said Prouty. He dropped a hand to his hip, where in his pocket he carried a loaded revolver. "\Yell," he grunted, "if they crowd u s they'll w ish they hadn't! I don't intend to let no gang of kids take me to back to that t own "Not on your life, said Sands. ''But, look-they're trailin' us r "Yes; an' cloin' the trick up neat. See 'em, \\'ith their eyes on the ground, spellin' out that trail jist as if they was Indians I" As the two ruffians continued to stare, t h ey saw a buggy being driven rapidly along the road. Two young girls sat in it; and when they had arrived at a certain point the buggy was stoppec1, while the occupants sat there, awaiting the coming oi the "hounds." The boys led by Phil Ki r t land came leaping along the road, guided by the hits of colored paper now and then visi ble which the ruffians on the hill could not see. \!\Then they observed the girls in the buggy Phil and his followers stopped for a moment to toss a sentence or two to them. And when they ran on, disappearing in the woods again, the girls waved their handkerchiefs encourag ingly. As chance would have it, the place where the "hounds" vanished from the sight of the girls into the woods was where a little ravine clipped clown to the road. Up that ravine Dick Sands and hi s pal had gone. Later, though unseen by the burglars, Brodie and Jack had passed up the same way, leaving there their paper trail. And now the "hounds,'' hot o n the scent, were has tening ove r the same route. Sam Prouty and Sanely Dick l ooked at each other. "I reckon we'd better hike!" said Prouty, se11ten tiously. "Yes," agreed Sands, "we've got to pull our freight. They'll be along here pretty soon."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "I'd as soon stop and give 'em a fight, if it wasn't for the noise we'd make. Likely them fellers air armed .... -must be, or they wouldn't push along that way. They'v e got grit. \ell, now we slide! Come on." They slid down the other side of the hill; and there, hitting the woods again, they hurried on aV1' ay from the town. The route chosen by the "hares" lay along this road, back in the woods most of the time, but always away from the town, in the direction of Ingalls' farmhouse. That was the natural course for the fleeing burglars to take, and they took it. They hurried on at a good gait for a couple of miles, concealing their tracks in such a way that they began to feel pretty safe. Up to that time they had not tried to hide their trail, not dreaming that anyone would try to pick it out, nor even believing that such a thing was possible. Yet they fancied they had seen a pursumg party from the town picking up that very trail. So it became them to exercise more care in their flight. From another high knoll they took a second survey of the backward way. "Comin' again!" cried Sandy Dick with an oath. "We've got to go further tban this." At a l most the same time they described, on a further hill, a genuine party of pursuers from the town of Cranford. Here were more than a dozen men, armed with re volvers and shotguns. They had clogs with them, and apparently these dogs were trying to do some trail mg. As Sandy Dick and his pal looked at this armed party, and again beheld the "hounds" burst into sight again on the road, were fairly startled It looked to be a well-concerted attempt to close in on them from two sides. "They're comin' this way,'' said Prouty, when he observed the Cranford men begin to descend the hill in their direction. "We want to travel lively." Approaching the highway now, for near it they found the walking easier, they saw by the roadside again the buggy with the girls in it. They stopped, and stood lo oking at the buggy in hesi tation "Even got the girls and women out huntin' fer us!" growled Sandy Dick, venting his disgust with an other oath. "What's to happen next?" Prouty seemed about to move further away from the road; then he stopped, with a sudden exclamation. "What is it?" asked his companion "Them girls!" "I see 'em, but they don't see us. So Jong's they don't, I reckon their bein' there needn't trouble us." "But I'm thinkin' of that horse and buggy; and of the girls, too." Sanely Dick stared. He was not so clever-brained as his pal. "I don't savvy. Make it plainer, for we've got to be goin' quick." "What's to keep us from capturin' the girls and the horse an' buggy. We can use the horse and buggy; and we can use the girls for a shield, if we're crowded too close. We can jump into that buggy and drive like the devil along the road, keepin' the girls with us. That will hurry us away from here. If we're surrounded, or crowded, we can say to these Cranford men that we'll kill the girls if they try to take ns." Sandy Dick stared. This was about the most daring thing he had ever heard of. Yet it struck him as good. The speed of the horse would be useful just then; and by holding the girls, he and his pal could probably bring the Cranford pur suers to terms. "All right!" he said, and started toward the road. CHAPTER VIII. HOW IT TURNED OUT. Having learned from her brother Brodie that the cour se of the "hare-and-ho;md" chase would emerge at certain points into the highroad that ran westward from the town, Kate Strawn, with her close friend, Ne llie Connet, had planned to drive along that road, and s e e as much of the race as they could. They were seated in the buggy, watching a pomt


ALL-SPORTS LIBI> ARY. of the road, h op ing that the "hounds" they had heard back in the woods wou ld again appear, when two rough-looking men came hurriedly out of the timber into the road. They looked at the buggy, then passed to the other side of the road as if they meant to walk in the direc tion of the town Nellie Conner's hands trembled on the line s, which a t the moment s he was holding Kate, who was usually more courageous stared at the men w ith her clear dark eyes. She did not like the looks o f them, but she was not going oorshow that s he felt fear. Both girls were well aware that parties of Cranford citizens were out in the hill s sea rching for the burglars and their immediate thought was that these were the much-wanted men. "See, h ow they l oo k at u s Nellie whispe r ed, while her cheeks paled. Kate Strawn said nothing, but s tiffened in the seat as if for so me emergency, while she felt her heart quicken its beats. '"'We oughtn't to have come out t o -day! Ne llie added. "They re gomg on by," s aid Kate, s peaking now. "The y won't trouble us. But n o soo ner had he sa id it when the foremost man, who was Prouty, leaped at the buggy with a cry to hi s companion. Nellie screamed Kate Strawn, plucking the whip from its socket, struck Prouty a stinging blow acro ss the face "Stop that top it o r I'll kill ye said Prouty, catching her by the arm as she again tried to strike him with the whip. Both gi rls n o w s creamed. Kate jerked her arm away, and again so u ght to use t he whip. But s he la s h ed the horse by chance, of Prouty. The horse r ea red, for Sanely Dick w as trying to get i t b y the bridle. Then, with a wi ld leap it started down the road. Prout y had grasped Kate Strawn, and hi s h o ld caused her to be torn from the bu ggy, as the horse made its frantic jump. Dick Sands was thrown h eav ily to the ground, being struck l:;iy the buggy wheel. Kate leaped to her feet, wild with fright, and, screaming at the top of her lungs started t o run. "Stop there-stop that yellin' cried Prou ty, dart-ing in pursuit. Stop it or I 'll murd e r ye!" A form came crashing from the bu s hes into the road. It was the form of Joel Thornberry. As Prouty ran in pursuit of Kate Strawn, Joel in terp ose d between the girl and the ruffian. "Git out o' my way!" cried Prouty. "I'll attend to him," sa id Sandy Dick wh o had risen t o his feet, swearing, th o ugh somewhat dazed by his fall and the sudden turn of events. Joel did not ge t out of the way, but sprang like a tiger at Prouty's throat. Prouty stumb led, when thus attacked, and he and J oel fell to the ground together. "Take that!" said Prouty, striking at J el's face. Joel writhed aside evading the blow. He caught Prouty by the legs, and tried to hold him down determined in that way to keep him from fol lowing the girl. Prouty, thrown into a terrible rage, struck again, and this time with greater effect. But Joel, though that blow c overed his face with blood and made him blind and dizzy, hung to the man like a leech. "Take this, then!" cried the ruffian 111 a fury, and he struck with a knife. Joel fell back with a gasp. Prout y rose to his feet, sheathing his knife 111 his pocket. For a moment he stood looking down at the pale face of the boy lying in the roa d, a pal e face sp l otched with blood. "I had to do it!" he muttered. "A cuss o n ye, why did you pitch in? I had to do it!" He seemed frightened by what h e had done Sandy D1ck, who had run after was c oming back dragging her with him. She screamed and fought: then, h er strength giving way, s he fell fainting, and Sandy Dick her up in his arms.


. LL-SPORTS LIBRARY .. \\'hat now?'" he asked. "Hoopla!'" came his characteristic exclamation "T I )1 n nty looked up and down the road. No one was reckon I've been purty well knocked out." in sight. ''No use follerin' that buggy, I reckon?., he said, as if he hardly knew what course to take next. "You've killed the kid!" "Yes. I had to do it. He was like a wild cat." "This whole thing's been a muddle." said Sanely Dick. "And now we've got murder on our hands. Better leave the girl here and slide, hadn't vve ?"' "Better hold her," said Prouty. But he still seemed to hesitate, dazed, apparently, be cause he had the feeling that he had almost unex pectedly become a murderer. "Well, we've got to be movin' !" grumbled the other. "Vve'll keep the girl a while," said Prouty. "Them fellers may surround us. on both sides of us He did not stop to say more, but moved toward the woods, hopping softly across the road and into the bushes. "The other girl's gone, and the buggy's gone, and He looked down at himself, for it suddenly occurred to him to take stock of his condition. He observed that his hands and clothing were bloody and when he put his hand to his face he found that hi s nose was bleeding. "Cree-icky!" He felt himself over softly. "I recollect now that feller drove at me with a knife ; but he didn't-no, he never touched me! Hoopla! Yes, he run his knife through there! I reckon I now. I heard one gang l'ight up there a while ago." fainted." "And them screams will bring 'em." "Yes," Prouty admitted. "We' cl better be goin'." Then they vanished into the undergrowth, taking with them the unconscious form of Kate Strawn. CHAPTER IX. JOEL AS A TRAILER; Brodi e Strawn and Jack Lightfoot, representing the "hares,'' had passed on beyond this point some time before Phil Kirtland's crowd, who were the "hounds," were making foo much noise as they crashed along in their pursuit to hear the screams made by the girls, and were also at the moment too far away. Apparently, the chances that Kate Strawn would be quickly rescued from the scoundrels who had taken her in charge were not, therefore, good. Yet there was a very ingenious young person, pos sessing all the recklessness of the dare-devil and all the bravery of a hero, who, coming to himself just then, in the middle of the road, looked, and saw Kate vanish into the leafy screen of the woods with her captors That young person was Joel Thornberry. Joel stared hard, when he opened his eyes and saw that; then he sprang to his feet. He had found the slit in his coat, between the arm and the body, through which the knife had gone, just grazing the flesh. "Cuttin' awful close to the epidermis! But a m i ss is as good-yes, it's better than a mile; for it makes you feel powerful thankful that you're still livin', even if your nose is sore Well, here goes !" He burrowed into the undergrowth, and began to follow the men who were bearing away the unfortunate girl, being able to tell the course they were taking by the swish of a bough now and then and the soft thud ding of retreating feet. "I wonder what ever become of that other girl? But, anyway, they ain't got her, and that's something. I didn't allow I was herding with such a lot of wolves as these fellers air turn in' out to be!" He hurried on, wiping the blood from his nose on his handkerchief from time to time, as he sought to stop the bleeding, but not once dropping the pursuit. He had no well-defjiiecl plans. The only thing he felt he could do was to get as near to these men as possible, and then lie low and wait some opportunity to get the girl away from them. He was wholly disinter ested in this, even though he had seen that the girl was the same who had come into the yard at Strawn's the previous night.


.. ALL-SPOETS LIBRARY. By and by, having cro sse d throug h thi s st rip of woods, the two men came out up o n an open fie1d, and halted there before venturing further. Joel n ow crept near enough to them to see the girl and to hear something of what the men were saying. Kate Strawn had recovered consciousness. She was standing by the fence, betwe e n Prouty and Sandy Dick. Her face was pale and her dark eyes were big and bright. She had been crying, Joel th o ught, but there were no tears in her eyes now. Joel was sure he had never seen s uch a face for the girl was terrified, de s perate, hy st erical and altogether in a dreadfully nerv o u s s tate, yet she was beautiful, with someth ing very proud and even queenly in her attitude. "She's got grir was Joel' s conclusion. "Gee! That girl would fight like a wild cat, o r howl like a hyena, if it was up to her to do so And s he 's powerful pretty, too. I reckon I'm fallin' in love with her. It will be according to Hoyle, if I can git her away, fer her to marry me to pay me for it. That's the way they always do, in stories." He chuckled humo rously; and then slipped nearer, wondering how he was t o begin his work of rescue. There was n o immediate way. "I've got t o keep out of sight," to himself, "and work this thing on the dead Q T. If they savvy t hat I'm h o t after 'e m in ste ad o f layin' dead out there in the road, the chances air that I'll be real dead 'fore many minutes. The men, after a few words, climbed the fence, and forced Kate Strawn to m ount it with them. Then they m oved along the fence in the direction of another strip of woods. As Joel s lipp ed to the end of the timber they had thus quitted he heard the "hounds" bellowing in the hilis some dis tance away, where they had come across som e of the bits of colored paper. Joel's bloody lip curled in a sneer. "I wonder what they'd think if they knowed there was something more important than hare-and-hounds' goi n' o n now? They'd be in a c o ld flutter, I guess. \i\l ell, I ain't got time to ca .rry this piece if inflamma tion to 'em. If anything's clone I got to do it my s elf I reckon." Joel writhed through the fence, dropped into a ditch, and began to creep a long after the two men and their pri so ner. "I'll play I'm Pizen Pete, the detecti ve from Dead knock, o r Z ink-toot hed T im, the trailer fro m Hacken sack. Hoopla! This kind e r make s yer n e rves draw up int o little kinks;, to know that if them guys git a look they'll maybe sling lead clown into this trench. Down, you camel-back; lay so low that they can t see ye J oel Thornberry lay so l ow in making his passage through the ditch that when he came to the woods into which Prouty and Sands h a d entered they had gained so much the start of him that he did not even kno w the d i recti o n they had taken. He had secured his own safety, but apparently he had l os t sight of th; quarry. Nothing daunted, he began to lo

.'\LL-SPORTS LIBRARY. iur they had heard an occasiona l yelp from Jubal a 1;d others of Phil Kirtland's purs uing party. The rather long run from Cranford had been made in good time, but both Jack and Brodie had so hu s banded their strength that they were not very tired, nor much blown. In fact. they were good for another five mile run, if it had been required. They kept \Vell out of s ight of the "hounds" now, "You didn't see anything of them burglars?'' asked another man. "No," said Jack. "'vV ell, they're o u t this way. They'"'.e been seen once or twice, and each they was headin' in this direction." "You don't think that scream had anything t o d o with them?" for they did not want the others to see them, and pos"V./ e don t know. \Ve' re goin' to look through the s i b l y be thus put in possession of the fact that decepwoods." tion had been used at the mouth of the lane. Leaving the forest now, with it behind them for a screen, they hastened in a straight course for the farmhouse. "Oh, this .is dead easy!" said Brodie half a mile going through that lane "They'll l ose Then they'll Jose more time trying to pick up the trail at the wrong end; and after that they 'll have to retrace their way.'' But-Brodie and Jack were both mistaken. Phil Kirtland's eyes were keen1 and so were the eyes of his followers, and they were expecting tricks. They saw the colored papers off at one side of the Jane. There they picked up the trail at o nce, and fol lowing it they came soon to the bunch of "sign," which told them that it was now a free-for-all race for the Ingalls farmhouse. The distance was about a mile, and Jack and Brodie were a quarter of a mile ahead and screened by the trees When Jack and Brod e came out of the woods, striking across the meadow that lay there, they were surprised to behold Jerry Mulligan with three o r four of the men from Cranford. "You were to stay at the farmhouse and take the time of the arrivals of the runners, said Brodie, almos t angrily. "\i \Thoosh, now! I lift me watch with Ingalls him self, bedad, an he 'll toirne ye in. There's more than 'hare-and-hounds' be d o in' in the se woo ds we think." "\Ve heard a girl, or a woman, screaming over here somewhere," said one of the men "Jerry heard it, t oo, and that's why he' s with u s ." "Oh, it wa s a ,,ild cJ.t, o r something of th a t k ine!,'' said Brodie. "Come al o ng, Jack!" "\Ve'll come and join you, just as soon as we've made the run to the house,., said Brodie. "There isn't any girl or w o man out there .. "Bu t Kate and Nellie were somewhere on the road, Jack reminded. Yes away back, halfway to Cranford.'' "They oughtn't to have come out,'' declared the man. n bedad ye re roight there; ut ain't n o toime for gur ruls and women t o be dhrivin' round, with thim murdherin' crathers in the woods! said Jerry. Jack stood in hesitation. It would be easy for him and Brodie to win the "hare-and-hound" race now yet, if anyone was in dan ger, or needed help he wa s ready to abandon the affair and go to that o ne 's aid. Just then Jubal 's yell rocked the air behind them. Brodie tarted. "They've picked up the trail; they didn't go t hrough that lane ; yes, and th ere they are, cutting across that :field! He p o inted t o Phil Kirtland and his followers, wh o had bro ken fr o m the woods some distance bel o\\' and were rnnning to\\'ard the farmhouse. "Come, o r they 'll beat u s yet!" cried Brodie, starting off at a sharp gait. And Jack, whos e business it was to follow his "leader,.. truck in at his best pace right behind Jack and Brodie had loitered in the w o ods, and had l os t time talking vYith Jerry and the men from C ran ford. They had been so sure the "hounds" would be led astray at the mouth of the lane that they had not felt ha te to be nece ssa ry. In that cro'"d of "hounds" were some fine runn e rs. and n o ne of them better o r faster than \Vilson C rane,


ALL SPORTS LIBRARY. whose long leg s took him over the g r ound with almost the speGd of an ostrich. Kirtland was also a good runner, an

ALL SPORTS LIBRARY. "I've a noti o n to fini s h you!" he g rum bled, as he looked at her. Dick Sands had run to a crack on the s ide of t he barn that was next the hou s e and, applying his eye, looked out to ascertain if the girl's smothered scream had been heard. A clog was barking in the yard, and a farmer stood by the door. But the attention of neither man nor clog was di rected toward the barn. He turned back, therefore looking keenly about to discover a safe place in which he and his chum could hide. "If them Cranford men surround us here, one of us can poke out his head and tell 'em that we've got this girl and we ll kill her if they crowd us!" Yet he did not feel easy about it. \ He was a somewhat slow-witted chap, who had been drawn into the attempted burglary by his friend Prouty. He was now being led by Prouty, and was trying to think that it was all right. Yet he was strangely un easy, as he l oo ked at the girl lying on the hay. "See anything?" Prouty grunted. "Farmer out there with a dog!" Prouty fairly jumped, and began to tug at the re vo lver in his pocket; whereupon Sand s laughed. "Oh, he don't know we're in here! He's standin' by his door lookin' across the medcler. His clog's barkin' at a cat, I reckon." Then the sound of buggy wheel s was heard 111 the lane. "See what that is, c o mmanded Prouty, advancing toward Kate. "We' ve got to find a place in here to hide. Dick Sands went to the side of the barn that was nearest the lane, and, finding there another crevice, peered out once more. \ "Jee-iminy he cried. "It's the girl that was with this girl. She' s in the buggy again, and--" There was a wild y ell behind him and Sands turned, to see Joel Tho rnberry spring int o the barn and thro w w as of fear, when he saw Jo Thornberry's he.ad appear in the d oo r w ay. Prout y w ould n ot ha ve utter ed that yell for anything, but it was drawn from him by the sight of that head, bloody and wild-looking-the head of a boy whom he believed to be dead. Joel had almost forgotten that his face was co vered with blo od He had crept up to the barn door a n d l ook ed through. He saw Kate Strawn l ying o n the ha y on the barn floor. He also saw Prouty put hi s hand to his hip p o cket, where his rev o lver was, and heard him s ay to Dick Sands : "We've got to find a place in here t o hide." Seeing the action, and h earing thos e words but im perfectly Joel Tho rnberry believed that Prouty was going to kill the girl, and that what he s p oke of was a place in which to hide her b ody. The gleam of the rev o l ve r in Prouty's p o cket he be lieved to be the gleam of the knife with which the v illain was to do the murder. There was a streak o f reckless heroism in Joel Thornberry; as he had already shown. He determined to stop that murder. "Here goes Pizen Pete to the rescue! he whispered, and jumped through tbe doorway. As s tated his appearance wa greeted b y Prouty with a yell of fear. That yell roused Kate Strawn from the swoon into which she had fallen. Prouty tumbled backward across the hay though n o t falling, and tried to ge t o ut his knife, as Jo Thorn berry dashed fearlessly at him Seeing that, Joel pitched up his hand, h o lding the little re vo lver, and its sharp report would have cut the air but he fell headlong, tripping him se lf, and the re volver dropped out of hi s fingers undischarged. now that he had a real live and very daring boy t o d e al with, inst ead of a spook, Prouty re gained his ner ve. "Kill him he whispered, speaking to his pal, who ha d left the crevice throu g h which he had seen the himself w i th fierce reckle ss n ess at Prouty. buggy and was m ov ing toward Joel. "\i\l e'll do up the Prouty was the one who had yelled, and his yell j ob this time for certain."


LL SPORTS LIBRARY. 23 CHAPTER XII. HOW NELLIE BROUGHT THE NEWS. Brodie Strawn and Jack Lightfoot were racing across the meadow at top spe(!d against Phil Kirtland and his "hounds," each trying to be first at the farm house. The farmer stood smiling in the front yard, \ va tch in hand, ready to note the exact time of the first arrival; while the clog at hi s side barked in excitement, as it beheld those boys running toward the house. Dick Sands had seen the farmer and the dog, but had not noticed the lithe-limbed young runners whose feet made hardly any sound on the soft meadow grass. If he had seen them he would have had somet hing even more exciting to rec o unt t o his friend Prouty. "Boys will be boys!'' said the farmer, laughing, and speaking to his wife, who had come to the door. "Dad gast if I wouldn't have enjoyed a race like that when I was a youngster! I'm bettin' o n that one off on the right there. He' s goin' tew git in first, if that beavier built feller don't beat him. By which Ingalls meant that the chances of Jack and Brodie were best, in his opinion. Almost as he said the words he heard the rattle of buggy wheels. The dog began to bark more loudly and ran in the direction of the lane. Then the farmer and his wife saw Nellie Conner drive through the lane, and send the horse on past the open gate that Jed into the meadow. They saw her give the li.orse a sharp cut with the whip and wave her hand to the boys. "She's a pert thing!" sn iffed Mrs. Ingalls. 'Tain't no way fer a girl to take s ich interest in what boys air

ALL SPORTS LIBRARY. Joel, however, was as lively as a cat; and, though he had not yet regained his feet, when he saw Prouty reach for the revolver, he struck it with his shoe and sent it spinning along the' floor. Then Joel and Prouty mixed in a desperate fight. Joel had only risen to his knees, and Prouty's rush bowled him over again; but as he. went down Joel caught the man by the legs and pulled him down on top of him. Dick Sands dashed, with an oath, to the assistance of his friend. Kate Strawn, who had recovered her senses, saw this, and saw that the boy was in clanger of being killed. There was a good deal of sturdy and heroic fiber in Kate Strawn. Though she was trembling like a leaf, and her instincts were to make a clash now for lib erty, she would not desert the boy who had so bravely come to her help. A pitchfork lay on the hay, and, seizing it, she swung it at Dick Sands. The tines came clown on his head with a clatter and force enough to make his head sing. This assault from Kate turned him toward her. She lifted the fork, tried to scream, and again struck at him. The tines raked his arm, but he caught the fork with his right hand and with a violent wrench took it away from her. He had now all the appearance of a desperate man, whq, could be fiendish if driven to it. "I'll kill you!" he cried; and for an instant it seemed that he meant to run her through with the tines. But a cry from Prouty, who was having all he could do ,, ith the boy, drew Sands from the girl. Sands took the fork with him, and Kate looked ronnd, wild-eyed, for a weapon. Joel was making a stiff fight. He had secured a grip of Prouty's throat, and Prouty was half stran gled, being unable as yet to break the hold. "Let me git at him," said Sands; "I'll settle him!" Kate screamed in horrified fear as Sands lifted the fork. Then, seeing the revolver lying on the floor where Joel had kicked it, she sprang toward it and caught it up. It had been cocked when Joel lifted it against Prouty. Kate whirled round with it, poking it straight out from her and pointing it at Sands. She hardly knew that she pulled the trigger, but the crash of the weapon sounded instantly. Sands dropped the pitchfork and clapped his left hand to his arm, which had been battered by the bul let. His mouth dropped open, and he stood thus, staring in amazement at the girl who had turned the revolver on him. His slow wit seemeLI unable to take in what had happened. The revolver fell with a clatter from Kate's nerve less fingers, when she saw what she had clone; but a cry from Jo Thornberry nerved her again. Prouty had removed Joel's grip from his throat, and now in turn catc hing Joel in the same manner, he ham mered the boy's head back on the floor, choking him at the same time and drawing that cry from him. Kate seemed hardly to know what she was doing, but she again sprang toward the pitchfork as if she meant to use it as a weapon and go to Joel's aid. Dick Sands interposed, planting himself between her and the fork. "No, ye don't!" he gritted. Then he glared at her, as she recoiled, while Joel struggled fiercely with the n:ian on the floor. "You're a she wild cat!" he sputtered, holding up his broken arm. "See that! I'll kill you fer that yit !" he said, slowly. Then the barn door flew open, and he turned again, thinking to see there the face of the farmer he had beheld in the yard. He saw, instead, Jack Lightfoot and Brodie Strawn. CHAPTER XIV. THE CAPTURE. Kate Strawn ?creamed again, as if stricken with hys teria, when she beheld Jack and Brodie. Seeing that he and his pal were in a trap, Dick


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 25 Sands temporarily forgot his hroken arm and his de sire to rev e nge him se lf on Kate, and sidling along the wall made a dive for the door t!1rough which the boys had appeared, and which now stood open. "Stop!" shouted Brodie. Sands swung at him with his good left hand. Brodie dodge d and clucked, and then he and Sands came together. He tried to get at his knife, but Jack caught his knife hand, putting his knee on it to assist him in the hold. Then he buried the fin gers of his right hand in the muscles of Prouty's throat But t he victory over Prouty was not won by any means He was strong and athletic, and he felt that he was fighting for his liberty and perhaps for his life; while () Jack sprang toward the form s truggling o n the Jack, th o ugh a clever athlete anc marve l ously strong floor and, as he did so, Prouty leaped t o his feet. Seeing that the barn had been inva ded and believ ing these invaders were members of the Cranford posses, he pulled his revolver from hi s pocket and ran toward the other encl of the barn, looking for an exit. Jo Thornberry lay on the floor as if dead, having been seve rely choked by the now frightened ruffian Kate had dropped, tremblino-, to the heap of hay, almost t oo weak to move. Disregarding the se two Jack Lightfoot gave cha s e after Prouty, crowding him hard, as the rascal sought for a door or window by which he c o uld escape. "Halt!" Jack shouted. He had caught up a s hovel as he passed along, and now swung it as a weapon. Hearing him right behind him Prouty wheeled r o und as if on springs and fired almost point-blank. Jack threw up the shovel, an instinctive movement to cover his face, and the bullet struck it and glanced off harmlessly. Prouty tried t o fire again, seeing that the first shot had not taken effect, but the shovel sai ling through the air struck him heavily on the arm and shou l der, knock ing him down. Before he could rise, or could lift the revolver, Jack was on him. Prouty's hand, h o lding the revolver, was waver1,11g up in an effort to fire another shot. Jack gave the arm a hea vy kick with the toe of his running shoe, $ending the weapon flying, and then hurled himself on the prostrate man. The crashing manner in which h e came down knocked Prouty backward to the floor, laying h i m prostrate and quick for his years, was after all only a youth, a st ripl ing compared with Prouty. Prouty tried to dislodge the choking fingers from his throat, and, failing in that, began to get up, li fting Jack bodily. It was so mewhat like a large animal rising with a smaller one clinging to it in a deathlike grip "Help, here!" Jack shouted, fearing that Prouty would get the best of the fight. Brodie Strawn, having choked and pounded Dick Sand s into a conditi on of inoffe nsiveness, came leaping to Jack 's assistance. Hearing him runn ing across the barn floor, Prouty made a final desperate effort to break away from Jack Lightfoot. But Jack clung like a leech; though Prouty, ris i ng, swung him round in a vvilcl attempt to free himse lf "Hang to him!" yelled Brodie. Then, with another bound he reached Prouty, and with a b1ow of his heavy brown fist sent him reeling to the floor, with still clinging to him like a bull d og. The d oo r was again thrown open, and the farmer and his wife, with Phil Kirtland and the other boys, came rushing into the barn. CHAPTER XV. CONCLUSION. Sam Prouty and Dick Sands were outside of the barn s itting against the wall in the warm Ringing them in were the boys of Cranford, while the party of men who had been seen in that vicinity came hastening along the lane, aware now that the cap ture of the two burglars had be e n effe ct ed and that the y were at Ingalls' barn.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The girl s, Kate and X el lie, \\ere in the hou se, where they were being cared for by Mrs. Ingalls, who no l onger thought that Nellie was a "pert young thing, .. but a girl worth knowing and admiring, for she understood now just what Nellie had clone. Nellie was telling the story agam, for the benefit o f Mrs. Ingalls and Kate. "When the horse ran away I was so frighte n ed I could do nothing But after a while I stopped him; and then I turned him round in the road and drove back to where we had been attacked by th ose horrid men. "\tVhen I discovered that Kate was gone I was sirn ply crazy. I called and shouted. and if anybody heard me I got no answer "I hardly knew what I wa doing then, but I turned the horse again and drove back up the road. As I did so, I saw some of the boys off at the edg e of that wo o ds o ver there. I shouted to them. and when they didn't hear me I was about to leave the buggy and try to reach them by running thro ugh the woods. "But I saw a lane further up which I thought led i n the same direction and I dro ve t o that. Jt was thi s lane out here. I guess y o u kn o w the rest." Kate's condition seemed to Mrs. Ingalls to be the most erious She h;i.d the appearance of one thor ough l y exhausted. Her face was frightful l y pale, and she was s.o still, so nervous, she toulcl hardly stand. Yet Kate had made a great fight-she would not have believed she could have clo ne s o much herself; and that and the terror she had gone through had shat tered her ne r ves for tl e time. "Oh, it was brave of y ou-brave of you!" s aid Mrs. Ingalls, bustling about in her eff o rts to make the girls c o mfortable. "I wonder what they'll do with those men, now they' v e got th em ?'' "N'eliie asked. '\V ell, thty ought to hang em!., l\Irs. Ingalls sn apped "Such men ain't fitten fo live. O u t by the barn the boys were questioning their prisoners. "The only thing we're guilty of, and the only thing "e ad mit, said Prouty, doggedly, "is t hat we made a fo o l break in taking that girl. But we th ought that y o u fellers wa cha s in' us and we allowed if we held the girl and you crowded us we c o uld bring y o u to term s mebbe. We didn't commit any burglary, nor try to Tha t' s all a mistak e \tVe calculated you feller s th o u g ht we was tramps, and so was tryin' to catch u s .. "But why clicl yo u lea v e town?" s aid Jack. "\Vhy did y o u quit that gang o f billp os ter s y o u were work. ing with yesterday?., \Ve quit because we was tired o f the j ob ," aid Pro uty. "But here s a piece o f inAammati o n for you," cried Jo Thornberry, thrus ting him s elf forward. heard y o n feller s yis tercla y talkin' about robbin' Strawn's hou s e." J o el's face was s till blo o dy for he had n o t taken time to clean a way the blo od. Prouty hifted uneasily. He saw that his answer n o t h o ld water. "You're the devil that' s re s ponsible for thi wh o le thing!" he shouted. "An' you tried to kill me-more'n once you tried t o kill me!"' Joel shouted back at him. "It's a pity I didn t succeed. s aid Prouty, defiantly. "You're nothin but a mean liar Everything you 've said is a lie." "You wa sn't talkin' about robbin Strawn s h o use?" "No." "Nor rob bin' anything?" "No It's a lie; all a lie ." "Hoo pla!., cried Joel m o ved t o a dmirati o n by the man s effrontery. "Yo ure a g o od one. If Barnum was s till livin' he'd be l oo kin fer y o u fe r a curi os ity." "Don' t feel t oo gay!" grunted Prouty. "I'll be free ag'in o ne o f th es e clays and I'll tak e the trouble then to make this world mig hty intere s tin' for y ou!" Dick Sands was sayin g n o thing. His arm had been b a nd arred and was n o w s upp o rted by a handkerchief looped into a s lin g Yet it paine d him, and he felt depre s sed and filled with troubled fear. He had, in his slo w-witted way. permitted Pro uty to nm thin gs. to take the lead, while he merely follo wed A nd n o w he saw what tro ubl e Prouty ha d g o t th e m into.


. 27 While the b oys were que:;tioning the i r pri so ners, whom they had boun

A CHAT WITH YOU Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around he 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 informati on with regard to 1 various healthy sports, both indo o r and out. We should also be gla d to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publ i cation. It is t h e editor's desire to m ake thi s department one that w ill be eagerly read from week to week by every admirer of the ] ack Lightfoot sto ri es, and prove to be of valuable assist ance in building up manly, healthy Sons of America. All letters received will be answered immediately, but may not a ppear in print under five weeks, owi n g to the fact that the publication must go t o press far in advance of the date of is sue. Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a littl e pati ence. THE EDlTOi. I We are hoping that Mr. Stevens will !;iring J ack up to Canada some time, and get him interested in the sports that are peculiar to Canucks, young and o ld I think I saw something a while back in the Chat column, to the effect that he would possibly indulge in snowshoeing and go moose hunting during the com ing winter, and possibly that may mean in the wild s of our g reat country. It would please us more, of course, if one of the boyi' hailed from here; but, in spite of this defect, we enjoy you r weekly more .than words can tell. Kindly let me know if I am much out of the w ay in my measurements. Weight, 121 pounds; height, S feet S inches; ches t, 28 inches, normal; thighs, 20 inches, scant; calves, 14 inches. ] AMES L. McMASTERS. Montreal, Canada. Vlfe a r e glad to hear from a Canuck reader, and hope that your present favorable opinio n of ALL-SPORTS may cont in ue right along. Mr. Stevens has mapped out his plans for the coming fall and winter, and it would not be at all surprising if Jack and Tom s hould take a turn in the great Canadian woods while the snow is flying. Your measurements are ve ry good, chest particularly so. Evidently you are a believer in exercise and a lover of outdoor life I like baseball about as much as any boy, but a fellow gets enough after a while and I'll be glad, for o ne when Jack and his crowd get to playing good old football. That's the stuff to su it me, and the rougher the game the b etter. I seem to just glory in a hot sc rimm age, when the whole bunch is down in a he ap. T h en thete are some winter sports I'm fond of, too, wh i ch I suppose you will take up in their proper season. Your paper is all right, and I guess it wou ld have to be a queer sort of a fellow who couldn't enjoy such a story as Mr. Stevens tells. He's all to the good. Tell him so for me, will you? and at the same time ask him to make 'em _longer I declare, it seems that just when a fellow gets good and interested in a story he reaches t h e end. Well, I don't wa n t the earth, and I guess I ll stop asking for things. It's a dandy just as it stands, that's so. Des Moines, Ia. ROBERT E. CosHING. Glad you indorse it Robert. We value the good opinion of boy, for by making friends, we expect to gain in circula t ion, until po ssi bly we hav e o ut stripped even the pioneer in the field of sports. 'vVe hav e a lready explained in these columns just why we cannot increase the s ize of ALL-SPORTS, or publi s h it more frequ en tly than onc e a week. And don't you think you are getting :i. pretty good nickel's worth, as it is? I want to make a confession right in the start. I've always been opposed to the reading o f five-cen t publications partly be cause, I s uppo se, i t was daily drilled into me that a ll s u ch cheap stuff must be demoralizing, because my father is a minister, and, then again. on account of seeing t h e terrific illustra tions which appear on the covers of m a n y of these publications iu which pistol s g e nerally are in evidence. By mere accident I came across an old copy of ALL-SPORTS while spending a week up at a camp in Maine. I began reading it in curiosity, fin ished with growin g delight, and made up my mind then and there that while there may be and probably are, cheap publica t i ons that do harm rather than good, ALL-SPORTS is certainly not in that class. When I got home I talked matters over with my father, who looked it through from beginning to end, and then admitted that if all the numbers compared with that particular issue, he wou ld gladly have me continue reading them, and I have now a complete file, fr om No. l down to the la s t i s sue, every one of which passed a rigid examination at the hands of a critic who knows what is true and what false in a boy's publication. I am pleased to subscribe myself, Philadelphia, Pa. AN ALL-SPORTS ADMIRER. It' is not necessary to add anything to suc h a 1 .etter that speak s so eloquently for itse lf We take off our hat to the dominie I hereby take the liberty and opportun ity o f a sking your advice concerning my physique. Following a r e my measurements: Age, 19 years; height, 5 feel 4 inches; weight, 136 p ounds; neck, 1 s inche s ; chest, 36 inche s ; expanded, 38Y, inches; biceps, 10 inches; expanded, 12 inches; forearm, W inches; wrist, 6Y, inches; waist, 29 inches; thigh, 21 inches; calf, 13 inches; ankle, 8 inches. How are they? How can I enlarge my wrists and upper a rms? I have a poor sight. How can I improve it, Thanking you in advance, I remain, a true ALL-SPORTS reader, ARCHIBALD. You are some fifteen pounds above the average for your height, and your chest is fine. Exercise your wrists and arms. A punching bag will be o f assistance, or any regular movement calculated to develop the muscles. About your eyesight, you shou ld consult an oculist. Probabl y you need glas s es. If so, don't let any foolish notion stand in the way, or you will pay dearly late r on Since your library began co ming to my town, it has been a great h e lp to me and my Now or Never boys. 'vVe have organized a moral and physical cu lture club, and I can truthfully say, it has been the means of giving me lots of points in my lectures to my comrades and fellow members. Our club has u o w about thirty m e mber s and it w;is o nly o rganized June 17, r905. We have a clubhouse that will s oon be und e r con struc ti on; size, thirty by six ty sixteen-foot walls. It was not as hard for my boys to get a gym a s it was for Jack Lightfoot and his boy c omrades. I can never do much in this life for the upbuilding of the ne x t generation, for I am a cripple; a bad one, too, both hips being drawn out of pla ce since 1884. I was only seven years old at the time. So I take thi work on my shoulders, asking no reward from my boy friends in starting them on the right road to s ucce s s in this life and happine s s in the world to come. In othe r words, my club is a reforming club, and anything you can suggest will be more than appreciated. 1 know you are good people, or you cou ld not send out such good libraries for boys and girls as the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Some of our young readers seem to want to take Mr. Stevens place an d dictate what characters he must use, forgetting that it takes good as well as bad characters to make up a story. So why discuss Mr. Stevens' work, or, in other words, insult him? He surely gives vou good reading, so why, as I have said before, insult him? Our club name is The Now or Never Friendship and Athletic Club. What do you 'think about it in a general way? I h ope to accomplish wonders, before I write again, in this work of leading young men and boys to a better and higher plane of life. Our motto i s "Truth and honesty are always the best policy, so be sure you are right and then go ahead," the last being Davy Crockett's watchword. Excuse my taking up your space, and with a hurrah for Mr.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Stevens, Jack Lightfoot, the publishers, and a warning to all the boy readers to turn to the r ight road before it is too late, I close-wastebasket, please don't take me-Ripley, Miss. J OHN R. RAINS, Professor of The Letter Bang-a-Nule and President of the Now or Never Boys. We commend your sen tim ents, friend John. It is evident that your affliction, after all, is a blessing in disguise, since, but for it, you might never have yearned to assist ,boys along the rough roadway of life. Keep up the good work. I have read every number of your fine "queen of weeklies" Tip Top is king-from No. 1 to 24, and am waiting for No. 25 to come. I lik e Jack, Tom and Lafe be st; then comes Jerry, Ned, Nat, with his "jiu-jitsu,'' red-headed Bob, J ube, the "money maker," "long-legged" Wilson, Phil, Brodie, Delancy, Reel and Ben B. Phil would be all right if he would not be so so re at Jack. Ben B. should be kicked off the face of the earth. Of the girls, I like Nellie-dear, mode st Nellie. Kate, she is all right and Lily. Hoping to see this in print, in the "queen of weeklies," I will close, with three cheers for Mr. Stevens and the Winner Company. I take the liberty to ask. a few que sti6T1S. Age, 13 years II months; weight, 89 pounds; chest, 30 inches; expanded, 32Y, inches; waist, 26Y, inches; arms, 25 inches; hips, 30 inches; calves, 12Y, inches; ankles, right, IO inches; left, inches. How are my measurements? My good and bad points? How can I make them all good? Thanking you in advance, I remain, A TENDERFOOT FROM CHICAGO. 4353 Berkley Avenue. You neglected to tell us your height, and without that we are all at sea. Write agai n, and include that important point. We will gladly tell you in what you may be lacking. I have written to you before about the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, but it is such a good library of stories I could not help but write again. I think they are just fine. The only fault I have to find about them is that the sto ri es are not long enough and do not come often enough. I would be glad to get them twice a week. Jack is a fine model for any boy, and knows his business when it comes to pitching. I should like to hear of Jack taking Miss Nellie Connor out wa lking so m e fine Sunday e v e ning. I like Miss Kate Strawn, but like i\Iiss Nellie better. I reckon every one loves Lafe. He is the kind of a chum to have with you. I would like to hear of Phil Kirtland being one of Jack's best friends I think h e will be all right. Most anyone like s praise. Even Jack likes praise. As for Ben Birkett, his place is in the "pen." Tom Lightfoot i s 0 K. I am some thing like him, for I dearly love to read. I am a regular bookworm. As for Reel Snodgrass and Delancy Shelton, I would like to "paste" them one each. As we can't get the ALL-SPORTS LlllRARY any oftener than once a week, I would like to hear of you starting two or three more libraries They would sell fine if they were anywhere close to being as good as ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Best wis hes to all the boys, the publishers, the editor and the "king of story writers." Yours re spec tfully, J. L. BYRUM. 3216 Chamberlain Avenue, East Chattanooga" Tenn. Thank you, friend J. L. Your letter bear s the right tamp, and, believe us, we appreciate s uch testimony as to the popularity of our weekly. \l./e h o pe to continue to merit your good opin ion. Perhaps we may s urprise you some day with somethin e lse just as good as ALL-SPO!lTS. I have read your valuable publication since the first issue, and I musl say it is the m os t entertaining weekly published for young and old. It is very true to life, and the characters depicted are very real, indeed, to the interested reader. Jack is certainly my ideal for a perfect boy; or, at least, as perfect as we can become in this world. Lafe is one of the most natural and best characters in the weekly, and the rest of the boys are all 0 K, too, with the exception of Kirtland, who seems too selfish and conceited and too self-important for the club. One thing I don't like to see is the opinion against jiu-jitsu, which so many readers seem to have, as I have found it all that the Japs claim it to be, and a very good means of defense a gainst toughs, where one who was a boxer would have been down and out without knowledge of the Japanese art. So just give it a good trial, readers, before condemning it, and don't expect to master it in a few weeks. Now I am not finding fault with the author's work, but I would like to make a suggestion, as many others have done be fore, viz., that J ac k' s nine meet with a couple of defeats and have their dose of hard luck, like other teams. This would be very much more natmal than for his team to win every time, as it has been doing lately, and would perhaps give other teams a little chance of c1 owing somewhat louder. Will you kindly tell me how my measurements are-good or bad-and I'll quit? Age, 19 years; weight, 122 pound s ; heig ht, et 7 inches; chest, uninflated 32 inches; inflated, 35 )/, right arm, inches; left, 12Y, inches ; calves, 14Y, inches; thighs, 22 inches, and girth, 31 inches. Hoping to see this in your valuable weekly, with best wishes to Mr. Stevens, publishers and editor, I am, yours sincerely, L. HARRISON CRAMER. 163 St. Nicholas Avenue, New York City. By this time you will have seen that the Cranford boys did get some hard knocks, and had to fight hard at the end of the season to come out ahead. Trust Mr. Stevens for doing the right thing. What he does not know about boys is hardly worth knowing. Your weight is about the right thing for an athlete of your height. Your chest, though, at normal, should measure over thirty-five inches, so you would do well to build it up. Otherwise you are fairly in line. But the chest is most important of all ; so get to work and gain several inches. Walking into a news stand the other day, I was somewhat surprised to see a copy of the ALL-SPORTS, and to see, on further investigation, that the hero's name was the same as mine -Lightfoot. Tom Lightfoot is a familiar name with me, as my father and brother are named Tom. I bought several copies of your intere st ing weekly, and have been reading aij the back numbers I could get hold of. It is needless to say that I enjoy reading the adventures of Jack and his friends. If any of the readers of this weekly should like to correspond with a Lightfoot, I shall be more than glad to hear from them, and I assure you that all lett ers will be answered I am a boy sixteen years of age. With best wishes to every reader of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, and with bes t regard to Jack and Tom, 576 Browder Street, Dallas Tex. B. L. LIGHTFOOT. Quite a coincidence, but we are glad you find ALL-SPORTS in teresting, and that your namesake does you credit. We rather think the Lightfoots are a fine family all around. I have been readiflg over some of the letters in back numbers, and mighty interesting they are, too. I have no sympathy with fellows who think they know how a story should be written better than the author does. Why don't they turn in and try their hand? There's big money in the game. The truth is they don't know the first secret of w riting. Now, my opinion is, that when a fellow finds occasion to growl at the stories he'd b etter get down and out for keeps. The very fact that these fellows all admit they just couldn't "keep house" without a weekly visit from ALL-SPORTS tells the story. Mr. Editor, the y are sim ply "talking through their hat." They just want to attract attention to themselves. It's a common practice. The kicker takes the center of the stage, and spouts in the lime light, while the nine hundred and ninety-nine who enjoy the story every week without saying anything are never heard from From my friends \Vho read your interesting paper weekly, not only here, but in other places as well. as their letters prove, I've heard nothing but words of praise They fill the bill to a dot, and every boy who reads of Jack and his doings is laying a foundation for becoming a better man than he would otherwise have been. "Them's my sentiments." CHARLES J. HOWELL, President Falls City Correspondence Club. Louisville, Ky. Friend Charles you evi.s:lently know what you are writing about, and ALL-SPORTS is indeed fortunate in having so valiant a defender. We thank you sincerely.


30 ALL-SPORTS LLDR,\RY. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hint s upon various athletic sports and pastimes, in which our boys ar e usually deeply interested, and told in a way that i;nay be easily understood Just at present baseball is the topic in hand and i n structive articles may be found in hack numbers of the ALL-SPURTS LIBRARY, as follows: No. 14, "How to Become a Batter." No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to Cover First Base." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop." No. 18, "Pitching." No. 19, "Pitching Curves." No. 20, "The Pitcher's Team Work." No. 21, "Play ing Second Base." No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, "Playing e Outfield." No. 24, "How to Catch." U.) No. 25, "How to Catch." (IL) No. 26, "How to Run Bases." No. 27, "Coaching and the Coach." No. 28, "How to Umpire." No. 29, "How to Manage Players." No. 30, "Baseball Points." No. 31, "How to Make a Cheap Skiff." No. 32, "Archif. CROSS-COUNTRY RUNNING. The fall of the year, when the woods are a mass of brown and green and gold, and the air laden with the pungent scent of the pines, while the first crisp breath of approaching winter sends the blood tingling to our cheeks, is very well su ited for l ong runs through forest and over field, meadows and country roads. The prac tice of cross-country running for a couple of months in the fall will do a great deal toward making you strong, giving you end ur a nce and building up a pair of sound, healthy lungs. One of the most common and pleasant forms of cross country running is the game of "har e and hounds," in which tw o runners, the "bares," start several minutes in advance of the general crowd of runn ers, called the "hounds," dropping bits of paper behind them. which enable the "hounds" to track them and follow in pursuit. No one should ever enter this game unless he is al ready fairly strong, and able to run severa l miles with out straining himself. If you are not especially strong, I would advise you to first take part in light, active games out of doors until you are sufficiently vigorous to stand the strain of the run \Vith out discomfort. Cross-country running, however, is one of the very best methods of building up the strength, lung capacity, endurance and vitality necessary for other strenuous track and field sports. While the runners in college and athletic clubs usu ally go over a course of from six t o ten miles, yet I would not advise any of my boy readers to attempt such dis tances. Two or three miles should be enough for any boy in good, sound condition; but, when starting out, it would be better to run only a half mile or a mile at a time, then gradually increase the distance as your endur ance improves and you gain strength. Always remem ber never to strain you rs elf too much, and if you get ou t of breath, or exhausted, stop immediately At your first attempt some of you may not be able to go more than a quarter of a mile; bnt if you try it again the next day, you will be able to run a little further, and soon you will be able to do a half mile, 1.'ben a mile, and finally, two or three miles. Do not start out with a fast gait. If you do, you will be all tired

THE RED RAVtN LIBRA T:EIE?ILLI:N"G-SE.A This library represents an entirely new idea. It is totally different from any other now published. The stories detail adventures of three plucky lads who set out to capture the notorious Captain Kidd. Every real boy has longed to read more about the doings of this bold marauder of the seas and the opportunity is now given them. The stories are of generous length and without equals in thrilling adventure and interest. The best sea stories ever written. 4-Defying the Sea Wolf; or, Thad at Bay in the Powder Magazine. 5-1Tbe Jolly Red Raven; or, Capt. Kidd's Daring Raid on Old New York. 6-The Corsair Captain; or, Thad and His Chums Afloat. 7-The Death's Head Rovers; or, How Thad Outwitted the Coast Freebooters. 8---.Walking the Plank; or, The Last Cruise of the Flying-Swd. 9-Capt. Kidd's Revenge; or, Thad Among the Tigers of the Sea. Io-The Chest of Doubloons; or, How Three Boys Defied the Buccaneers. 11-The Rival Pirates; or, Thad and His Chums in Irons. 12-Capt. Kidd's Stratagem; or, Simple Simon Takes Soundings. 13-The Red Raven's Prize; or, How Young Thad Sailed a Pirate Barque. 14-Nailed to the Mast; or, The Last of Capt. Kidd's "Hole in the Wall." 15-Capt. Kidd's Long Chase; or, Thad and His Chums in the Tropics. 16-Set Adrift by Pirates; or, Thad's Adven tures in the Saragossa Sea. 17-To Sink or Swim; or, Thad and His Friends On Blue Water. 18---.Capt. Kidd's Drag-Net: or, How Young Thad Hoodwinked the Buccaneers. 19-The Phantom Pirate; or, Thad and His Chums on the Haunted Ship. 20-The Winged Witch; or, How Three Boys Saved the Treasure Galleon. 21-Capt. Kidd in New Orleans; or, The Pirate Scourge of the Rigolets. 22-Tiger of the Sea; or, The Three Castaways of the Gulf. 23-The Pirates of The Keys ; or, Our Boys Afloat on the Spat}ish Main. 24-Capt. Kidd at Bay; or, Marooned On a Sand-Spit. 25-The Silver BaTque; or, Capt. Kidd's Last Prize. 26-Among the Buccaneers; or, Thad and His Chums in Desperate Straits. 27-iThe Red Scourge; or, How Morgan, the Buccaneer, Stormed the Citadel. 28--The Chase of the Slaver; or, Thad Among the Indigo Planters. 29-Morgan's Coast Raiders ; or, Thad at the Sacking of Maracaibo. 30-The Buccaneer's Ghost; or Thad's Adven tures with the Pearl Divers. 31-The Sea Cat; or, How Our Boys Held the Fort. 32-The Phantom Galleon; or, Thad's Adven tures Along the Isthmus. 33-A Blue Water Free-Lance; or, Thad Adrift in a Leaking Pi nnacle. 34-A Corsair of the Carribees; or, The Un lucky Silver "Pieces of Eight." 35-0n Pirate Island; or, The Battle of the Rival Sea Wolves. 36-In Tropic Seas; or, Thad's Strange Ad ventures at Hispaniola. 37-The Specter Brig; or, Our Boys Afloat on a Raft. 38--The Young Marooners; or, What Thad Found on Treasure Island. FIV""E CE:N"TS. For Sale by 1111 Newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, upoa receipt of price by publishers WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165 West Fifteenth St., NEW YORK


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