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Jack Lightfoot's nerve; or, A desperate mutiny at the "gym;
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Stevens, Maurice
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uWe've stood it just about long enough, Lightfoot," sneered Wilson Crane, angrily, "and now some of us want a in leader. See?"


t P bl.sh rs' Note "Teach the Amerfcan hy flow to become -amete, and tay tlle foun4atron for CZC>nlltlt11tlon creater tban ftlft U I e of the United States."-Wlse sayings from "Tip Top." There has never been a time when the bo7s of this great country took so keen an Interest In all manly and health-giving sports as they do to-day. As proof of this witness the record-breaking thronss that attend college strusgles on the gridiron, as well as athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude of other chatfnels this love for tha "life strenuous" h making Itself manifest, so that, u a nation, we are rapidly forglns to the front a.s seekers of honest sport. Recognizing this "handwriting on the wall, we have concluded that the time has arrived to give this vast army of young enthusiasts a publication devoted exclusively to Invigorating out-door life. We feel we are Justified la anticipating a warm response from our sturd7 American boys, who are sure to revel In the stirring phases of sport and adventure, through whic h our characters pan from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY Lsnull W11y llY SubscriJti11n $a. 50 Jn-year. Entered acc11rdinr to A.ct of Conrress i'n 1"4 year rqo5, a n tlu OQice 11/ tlu Librarian 11/ Congr111, W11slu'np11n, /), C., 6y THE W I NNER LIBRARY Co., r65 West Fifteent/1 St., New Yor.t, N. Y. No. 31. NEW YORK, October 21, 1905. Price Five Cents. Jack Lightfoot's Nerve; OR, A Desperate Mutiny at the "Oym." By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack LlghJfoot, t h e best all-round athlete in Cranford o r vic i nity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after he had co n quer e d a few o f his foul ts, possessed of a faculty for doing tlll:ngswhile others were talking, that by degrees caused him to be looked upon as the natural leader i n a ll the sports Young America delights ina boy who in learning to c onquer himself p u t the power into his hands t o wrest victory from othe rs. Tom Lightfoot, Jack's cous in, and sometimes his rival; t h o ugh their striving for the mastery was always of the friendly, generous kind. Tom was called the "Book-Worm" by his fellows, on ac coun t o f hi s lovio for studying such secrets of nature as practical observers have discovered and published; so that he possessed a fund of gene ral k nowledge calculated to prove useful w hen his wandering spirit took him abroad into strange lands. Ned Skeen, o f impulsi ve, nervous temperament. Nat Kimball, an u ndersized fo ll ow, whose hobby was t h e study ef jiu-jitsu, a n d who had a dread of germs. Lafe Lampton, a big, hulking chap, with a n e ver present craving for something to eat. Lafe a lways had h is appetite along, and p:oved a stan c h friend of o u r hero through tilick a n d thin. Brodie Strawn, one of the Cranford athletes, and a great admirer a f Phil Kirtland. Phil Kirtland, once Jack's bitter rival, but now a fai r frien d, a n d quite fond of J"ck's p retty sister Daisy. Reel Snodgrass, a boy who came from India, and kept ma ters pretty war m for Jack e v e r since his arrhal a t Cranford. Wilson Crane, son of the town doctor, a boy who had some good points, y e t who co uld i t seeme d crush down his conscience, and go b1t.c l < on a friend. B o b anil Biil Brew9ter, b r o t hers who did not a lways see things alike as frequently happens. Jubal M arlin," Yan k e e lad, keepe r of the c lub mascot, and with a n office at the "gy1n." B a t Arnold, Nic k Flint, a pair

.. 2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Nor I," added red-headed Bill, who, though older than Bob, was thinner and slighter of build. "Reel hired thugs to beat us to a pulp, bribed um pires against us, made sport of us, bet against our nine more times than one, and made fun of us all along." The memory made Ned Skeen feel "hot." "If he'd give Reel a good kicking, instead of show ing him how to kick a football, it would serve him right," observed Brewster. "That's what he ought to do," Skeen agreed. "Yet, see that!" Wilson poked his long nose in the direction of the fair grounds and pointed with one finger, as Jack held the pigskin for Reel. "See that! That's more than he'd do for either one of us, even after we've stood by him all summer. He hasn't offered to show me any points about foot ball." "He thinks you don't need it, I suppose," said Ned. "I don't know as I do," \Vilson assented. "I was on the academy eleven last fall. But he wouldn't, if I did need it." He was silent a moment, while all looked down into the fair grounds. "But there's one thing I'm going to make a high old kick about, and dcn't you forget it!" "What?" asked Skeen. "When he tries to get that fellow into the gym and onto the eleven." "He won't do that," Bill protested. Wilson winked one big eye. "That shows how much you know." "But I say he won't!" "Of CQJ.lrse he won't!" Skeen added. "Well, don't I know he will?" "How do you know?" "It came to me straight, this very morning." Skeen stared at him with mouth open. "You don't mean it?" "That's just what I do." "Oh, you're off!" grunted Bill. "Am I? Well, you'll see!" "Who told you ?" "It came to me as a secret; but I don't mind telling you that the fellow who told me had it straight from Reel's chum, Delancy Shelton." "Don't believe it," Ned declared. "All right; you just wait till the meeting." "And that's to-night," said Bill. "It is; and if you're down there you'll see some fun when Reel's name is proposed." "I don't believe it!" Ned asserted again. "What does that mean, then?" Wilson pointed again toward the fair grounds. "Oh, that's just Jack's way. He likes to teach fel lows things like that, when they want to learn, and come to ask him to. I've known him give instructions like that to lots of fellows. He gave yatt instructions in baseball p1aying last spring." Wilson reddened. "That's not to the point." "Well, it is to the point! He took you when you didn't know hardly anything about baseball and made you the player you are." "But he had a reason for that," put in Bill Brewster. "Wilson stood for him against Phil Kirtland, t,hat time the nine was organized, you know. That turned Kirt land against him, of course; and Jack felt that he owed it to Wilson to do all he could for him." "Well, let that go," said Wilson, his face flushed, "and come down to this case. What does he want to help Reel Snodgrass for? Reel:s done eyerything he could against him and all of us this summer." "He met Jack's father, I'm told; and likely that's it," Ned answered. "Yes, that's it,'' assented Bill. "You're off!" "What is it, then?" "Well, have you fellows noticed the change in Jack lately?" Ned and Bill stared. "What change?" Skeen inquired. "I haven't seen any!" Bill asserted. "Well, you fellows are blind !" "Well, what change?" Ned persisted. "You've noticed that he's been more chummy with Phil lately?" "He's come to know and like him better," Bill sug gested. "And he's been chummier with Brodie." "Phil goes down to his house a good deal to see his sister," Skeen added. "And, of course, that would make them friendlier." "Guess again." "To tell you the truth, I haven't seen any change!" Bill declared. "Well, he's changed, and it's been a big change; though it's been coming rather slowly-all summer, in fact." "Name it." "Reel's uncle used to be Jack's great friend and ad mirer. You know ho\Y he used to drive down to the


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 ball games in his shiny buggy, wearing his plug hat, and how he'd talk to Jack before the game began, and then cheer him whenever he a good play. And you'll recollect,' too, that after a while he went back on Jack." "Yes, we know all that," Skeen admitted. "Jack wants to get in again with the old man, and that's what's the matter with him now. You can't fool me!" "Think so?" said Skeen, dubiously. "Don't I know so?" "Well, now, why should he particularly care to do that?" "Money!" "Money?" Skeen edioed. "Sure thing t You remember that it was money that helped you fellows to get hold of the gym building in the first place? Jack got it out of him. Now, if he could get money out of him for that, he could get man-::: : Jut of him for himself, if he stood on the good siGe VJ. r1im, couldn't he?" Skeen shooi< his head. "I guess you're off!" "Well, I'm not off in\>aying that Jack's going to try to get Reel into the gym and on the eleven; and if that isn't his reason for doing it you find a better one." "I'll make a kick, myself, if he tries to put Reel on the eleven," said Skeen. "Me, too," Bill seconded. "I guess there'll be a Jot of fellows make a kick!" Wilson prophesied. CHAPTER II. JACP::: AND REEL. There were many things Jack Lightfoot could not do so well as some of his friends, as close readers of these stories have no doubt discovered. He could not go the bottom of an intricate problem in mathematics as quickly as his cousin Tom; Bob Brewster could out-pull him in a tug-of-war; Lafe Lampton could distance him in throwing the hammer, and was a better catcher behind the bat; and 'Wilson Crane, whose speed was like that of an antelope, could out-run him on the cinder path. But there was one thing which, above all others, made Jack the leader of the athletic young fellows of the high school and of Cranford, and that was his ability as an organizer and leader. There was no one in Cranford, for instance, who could take a raw baseball nine and beat it into condition to win victories like Jack; no one who could take a green player and train him so quickly; nor was there anyorte who could so well hold a nine together when it was composed of members who were naturally an tagonistic to each other. These things he had done the past summer, thereby proving his ability as a leader. Though he sometimes distrusted himself and went into a regular blue funk, he was usually able to keep that to himself; and sometimes, when feeling the worst, he had contrived to in?pire such high courage in his nine that his own pluck was raised by the mere enthusi asm of the others, which he himself had created. These things have been, we think, pretty well dis closed already in the actions through which Jack and his associates have passed. Readers of these stories may have thought Jack was out of the OJ'dinary. He was, in this. But we may safely say that all leaders are out of the ordinary in this. Not to compare Jack to Napoleon or Grant-for such a comparison would be laughable and ridiculous-but merely to illustrate-it may be said, surely, that neither of those great men could fire a gun or wield a sword better than and probably not half so well as, many in the ranks whom history has never heard of; but they were able to lead and inspire the men under them, and had the commander's ability to understand weak ness of the enemy as well as the strength of their own forces, and also the ability to use that knowledge. Yet even they were sometimes defeated. And Jack Lightfoot, clever as he was, seemed to be on the point of meeting his Waterloo now. The trouble came about partly through Reel Snodgrass?. who had been Jack's bitter enemy, but who was now striving to become his friend; and it came in part through a jealousy which arose in the hearts of Wilson Crane and some others, but chiefly Wilson. Those who have read last week's number will recall that Reel Snodgrass, having been wrecked with Bo ralmo, the pretended Hindoo magician, in the South Pacific, had been cast with the magician on an island, where the two found Jack's father living, with the sailors and adventurers who had sailed with him from Alaska in search of certain pearl islands, which were reported to be fabulously rich in pearls and pearl shell. Reel had nursed Jack's father during his sickness there, and had also scared away a shark that threatened John Lightfoot while he was in bathing; and because of that, and while feeling that perhaps he would never live to return to his home in Cranford, from which he ..


4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. had been so long missing that his family feared he was dead, John Lightfoot wrote a letter which he gave to Reel. After that Boralmo ran '3.way with the boat which Lightfoot and his men were building, taking Reel with him, though Reel was horrified by the perfidy and base treachery of the act and would have prevented it if he could. All these things had come at last to Jack's knowl edge.* Reel had, after ymch delay, for which he was not wholly to blame, given to Jack the letter which Jack's father had written in that far-away island. One pai:agraph of John Lightfoot' s letter to his family commended Reel to Jack's friendship. That paragraph was as follows : "If this boy lives to reach you with this message, will you reward him at least with kindness fm what he has done for me? And I hope Jack will be his friend, for he will be a stranger in a strange land, in Cranford." Though Reel had lied to Jack, the latter had dis covered the truth after a while; and the fact that Reel had not approved of Boralmo's act in stealing the boat and leaving John Lightfoot and his companions in heip1essness and hopeless despair on the island, together with that paragraph of the letter, still commended Reel to Jack, and made him willing to aid him in his ambi tion of becoming a football player and a general athlete. Jack knew Reel well. He had been given many opportunities to study his character; and he knew all the bad in Reel, as well as the good. It would seem, sometimes, that not much gQod could be said of Reel Snodgrass Yet, as has already been maintained in stories, no man, and no boy, is all good, or all bad There was good in Reel, even though at times it ; was pretty well covered up One good thii1g that may be mentioned now was that since Boralmo's departure from Cranford he had re solved to turn about and do better. He had seen that he had been g()ing wrong all sum mer, and that he had suffered because of it. *For a full acco1,1nt of how this knowledge came to Jack, and the effect it had on him, the reader is referred to the story of la s t week, No. 36, "Jack Lightfoot's Pledge; or, Bound jn Honor." It may be well here, also, to advi s e that all the stories of the series should be read. For, although each story is com plete in itself, it is in effect a single chapter in a much larger story-the story of Jack's life in school, in sports and in the world of adventure. And that involves, likewise, the story of Jack' s friends, his associates, his parents and al s o his en. em ies. We b elie ve you will find it int e re s ting to follow every st e p that he takes; even th o ugh, a s s o metimes h : ippens, s o me of those steps may seem to be backward. He longed to take part in the sports and pastimes of the young fellows of Cranford, and to be like them; and he naturally turned to Jack, because Jack was the recognized leader, and also the most successful youth there when it came to drilling anyone for any sort of athletic work. Reel had urged all this, and protested his desire for friendship, and had begged Jack to teach him what he could of football, and the other sports as they came along in their season. This Jack was now trying to do. It pleased his mother, he believed it would please his father if he could have known, and it pleased him self to be able to assist Reel; yet it did not please all of the young fellows who looked up to Jack for leader silip. On the day on which this story opens-a warm, bright day in autumn-Jack was down in the old fair grounds, near the new gridiron, talking Reel and advising him. Reel had been tackling the dummy," and now he was kicking an old football about, endeavoring to get the hang of the leg and foot movement neces sary in good kicking. Jack placed the ball for hi several times and had him kick it over the bar. Then Jack snapped the ball to him, and coached him in making an imaginary run with it. There \ms plenty of work to do, for, in the begin ning, Reel had known absolutely nothing about foot ball, and now he gave every evioence of soon becoming a first-class player. "They'll let me into the gym, you think?" he asked Jack, anxiously. He had asked the same question many times, in that same way. "I've told you I'd try to get you in," was Jack's answer, as before. "But what if some of them make a kick?" "I"ll do the best I can for you." "I can't ask any more than that, I reckon." Yet he showed that he was still anxious, and re erred to the subject more than once, as he continued his practice under Jack's careful instructions. "I've made up my mind to do the square thing, hereafter, Ligptfoot. And you may say that for me, if any of them raise an objection. I want to get on the eleven, you know." Jack, rec a lling Reel's many acts of treachery, could not be sure ho w much of this might safely be believed; yet he was willing to give Reel the benefit of the doubt,


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. s and to believe that he really meant to do the square thing from this on. "Have you talked to any of the boys about it?" Reel inquired, as he lifted his toe for another kick, while Jack held the ball for him. "No; only to Tom and Lafe." "They're willing?" "Tom is; Lafe didn't say much." Plunk! Reel lifted the ball with his toe, and then ran to get it. "Lafe will do whatever you tell him to!" he declared, when he came back. "Oh, I don't know about that," said Jack. "I;m sure he will. But I'm afraid of some of the other fellows. You do all you can for me, Lightfoot?" CHAPTER III. WILSON GETS BUSY. Wilson Crane had not revealed the real ground of his opposition to Jack, which was not Reel Snod grass by any means. He had been greatly angered a few days before, when, in a practice football game, Jack had laid him off for a persistent infraction of the rules. And in another practice game, Jack had given him the position of center, or snapper-back, when Wilson had wanted to play half-back. 'i\Tilson was feeling "sore," also, because he had not been consulted enough by Jack in various matters, and especially because he had not been praised as much as he thought he deserved. His ability as a runner has been mentioned. \Vilson was, without doubt, the fastest runner 111 Cranford, as he had proved in the athletic meets, and in fielding and running during the baseball season. 'Vilson was, also, a fair batter. In fact, he had played very good ball; though at the beginning of the season, when Jack took him in hand, he had not been at all promising. A desire for recognition, and for praise, is all right in itself. But it never justifies us in forgetting benefits conferred. And Wilson was apparently forgetting the things Jack had done for him. He knew he was ungainly, and lacked altogether in good looks; but he knew he could run, and he wanted the fact duly recognized. Wilson did not think that Jack half appreciated his good qualities. Yet there might have been no trouble at all, if Jack himself had been a little more conciliatory. All summer Jack had made a point of telling different young fellows how fine their work was. But he was out of sorts one day when Wilson came round seeking praise, and sent this shot at him : "Wilson, you're like some other fellows I knowyou're always wanting somebody to brag about you!" Then Wilson went into the air. "Couldn't I say that of you, if I wanted to?" he snapped. "Don't you like to have people see your good plays and speak about them afterward? I've noticed that you do." "Yes, of course, I do." "Why do you say that about me, then?" "Every one likes praise, of course," said Jack, sorry he had been too quick. "And don't you rather think you're the whole circus, with all the little side shows thrown in?" Wilson went on, loudly and angrily. Jack stared, then btoke into a laugh. "You're amusing, \Vilson." "Because of my long neck and long legs? Those legs are good enough to run with!" "I didn't mean that," Jack urged; but \ Wilson went away 1n a rage. After his talk with Bill Brewster and Ned Skeen, Wilson busied himself in seeing various young fellows who were members of the gym, or interested in the formation of the eleven which gossip said was to be organized to go against some league teams. "We'll see if Jack Lightfoot's running everything!" was his thought. One thing which Wilson held in mind, and spoke was that at the meeting that night officers for six months were to be elected. It had been g@erally supposed that Jack would be put back as president of the club without opposition. But Wilson began to tell himself now that he was not so sure of that. Perhaps some cine else would be president-and his name might be Wilson Crane! He meant to oppose Jack for president, and he meant to use Reel Snodgrass as much as he could as a lever with which to beat Jack. The gym was crowded that night when Wilson ar rived, and he was pleased to see so many of the fellows he had talked with there. Reel Snodgrass had not ventured down. He was far too wise for that. "Now, we'll see if Jack is running everything!" 'Vilson muttered, as he entered the room. I


6 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. CHAPTER IV. WILSON CRANE'S DEFIANCE. Jack had not come yet. '.fhe members of the gym, and others who were there but were not members, sat round talking, while a few amused themselves with the athletic devices. When Jack came in he was accompanied by Lafe Lampton, and he looked disturbed and his face was pale. He had but a little while before heard of what had been going on that day in the way of talk and threat. He felt that it was a defiance, and he was prepar ing to meet it. He was especially angered against Wil son Crane. Perhaps Jack a mistake here. But the recollec tion of what he had done and tried to do for Wilson coupled with Wilson's present attitude, was certainly enough to anger him. If Wilson had come to him in a gentlemanly manner, bringing with him the others who objected to Reel, it would have been different, Jack felt. Instead, Wilson acted treacherously, and had attacked Jack in an un derhanded way. Lafe had heard all about it, and Lafe, of course, had told Jack all he knew. "I don't know but you d better drop Reel," Lafe had advised. "There:s going to be a tremendous row." Lafe did not like Reel himself. "No!" said Jack, firmly. "If it was me I'd drop it." "And let Wilson Crane come into our gym as a new member and run it?" "But he isn't alone," urged Lafe; "a lot of them don't like it. They'll vote you down." "There's you, and Skeen, and Nat Kimball, and a good many others will stand with me." "Skeen won .'t." "I think he will." "But he says he won't!" When Jack entered the gym he observed the glances cast upon him. Those who had been conversing with \Vilson moved away from him; but they did not greet Jack cordially, and he could feel the trouble that was brewing. "There's nothing like taking the bull by the horns," was his thought, and he walked over to Wilson. "Is it true, Wilson," he asked, "that you've rallied a lot of fellows with the intention of vot ing me down to-night simply because I had suggested that Reel should be made a member?" 1 Wilson s rage flamed in his sharp, birdlike face. "You're right,'' he cried, facing Jack, angrily. "We've decided that we won't have Reel Snodgrass in here, and that we don't want you any longer for presi dent. There are a good many things we don't like abe1Ut the way you've been running things." His voice rose and his anger grew. "We've stood it just about long enough, Lightfoot," he sneered. "And now some of us want a change in leader. See?" Jack turned' away, for he did not want to quarrel there with Wilson, a thing which Wilson rather seemed just then to desire. "All right," he said, as he turned away; "whenever the club doesn't want me I'm ready to step down and out; but more fellows than you have got to speak up before I do it." "To-night's the semi-annual meeting, yqu know!" Wilson shouted at him. "We think we'll elect a new president to-night." "All right," said Jack; and he turned back to where Lafe was standing. Jack was surprised, and he was hurt. Jack liked the friendship of those he had considered his friends and he naturally liked some show of gratitude those he had helped. Jack's friends gathered round him, foremost among them reliable Lafe Lampton. But Ned Skeen held off, and that did not please Jack. Jack remembered that when Ben Birkett came to the town at the beginning of the previous school year Ned had deserted him for Birkett, being caught by Birkett's brilliancy and his show of money. Since that time, however, Ned had been Jack's warm friend. He did not know what had disgruntled Ned, and he did not feel inclined to inquire. Jack's "mad" was fast getting up, and it had already been pretty well aroused by \i\Tilson's insolence. Looking over the room, the members of the gym had broken into two groups, Jack saw that in Wilson's crowd were many of the new pupils who had come that year into the high school and had recently been made members of the gym. Among them were several who had not heretofore lived in Cranford, but whose parents had recently moved into the place. What arguments Wilson had used to win them Jack did not know. He guessed that they were probably promises to put them upon the gym nine, if \Vilson gained control. with Wilson's crowd was Skeen, and Bill Brewster,


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 and one or two others on whom Jack had thought he could surely count. The talk that floated to him from this crowd-Wilson's voice being especially loud-told Jack that in running the baseball nine he had made some serious mistakes. He heard himself accused of being "bossy," "overbearing," "thinking himself the whole thing," "bound to run everything," "hogging everything for himself," and other things equally unpleasant. Most of these accusations came from Wilson, who, now that he had broken forth, seemed determined to go to the extreme limit of opposition. Hearing these accusations, Jack wondered if he had been all, or any, of those things. He had run the nine in a way to win ball games. But when a captain does that he cannot please the notions of every individual player. He is forced at times to "put his foot down." And he is sometimes forced to ask men to play positions they do not desire to play. Jack discovered now, for the first time, that nearly every one of the members of the old nine who opposed him fancied himself a pitcher. Jack had stuck to the pitcher's box too closely to suit them. Wilson believ ed he could have pitched successfully; and so did Ned Skeen. Nat Kimball came into the room now; and, to Jack's surprise, went over to Wilson's side. Though Nat had generally stood up for Jack, he had been rather sore against him ever since Jack's trouble with Matsuki, the jiu-jitsu instructor, and now Wil son's arguments had won him. Jack understood too, later, that Nat Kimball and Bill Brewster had not been entirely pleased during the ball season, because they had been given "no show." They had been compelled to act the part of substi fotes; and they had not been satisfied. They had wanted to be regular members of the nine. And they felt that in the football season now at hand they would again be merely substitute players, if Jack was captain. This was one of the strongest arguments Wilson had used with them. Looking over Wilson's crowd again, Jack saw that nearly all, with the exception of those specifically named and tne new members, had been substitutes in the baseball nine. He turned to Lafe with a smile. "I guess if I had pleased everybody that nine would have been about two dozen in number, and everyone would have been pitcher." "Sure thing!" said Lafe, chewing calmly at an apple while the tumult raged. "Every fellow in (ran ford is a pitcher-in his mind." Jack tried to laugh. "I guess I'm the old pitcher that went to the well once too often. You've heard of it. It went to the well so often that at last it was broken." "There'll be some heads broken here to-night!" Lafe grunted. But still he nibbled at his apple, and looked to be in anything but a fighting mood. Glancing at his watch, and warned also by some cries from Wilson's crowd, Jack discovered that the hour for the meeting had arrived. Many of his friends were not there, and Jack might have delayed the opening of the meeting, .but he did not care to do that. Other fellows began to come into the room-among them Brodie Strawn, Phil Kirtland, and a lot more from the academy. There was to be a joint meeting of the members of the high-school gym and the academy gym here after the meeting of the high-school gym ended-this sec ond meeting to be for the purpose of preparing for an eleven that could go into league games as the represen tatives of Cranford. Brodie an

8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Jubal took the parrot into the "office," as he called the railed space he occupied in one corner of the room; and there he put her in the big cage in which she was usually kept. "Which side are you on?" said Wilson, coming to him there. "Side o' what?" said Jubal. "This is the night of the semi-annual meeting, you know ." "Yes, know 'tis. What yeou goin' tew dew?" "We're going to run somebody against Jack for president." Jubal stared and looked over the crowd, for the first time noticing the air of excitement. "I want tew know! What's that fur?" "We' re tired of him ; we want a change." "Yeou be? Well, by gravy!" "So, we're going to elect some one else." Jubal wreathed his homely face in a smile. "\!Vho's goin' to be leader if yeou put him aout ?" "We don't know yet; we'll get somebody. \i\Till you stand with us?" "Well, I ain't tired of him yit. He's pleased me all right. Who ye gointer git tew win the games, if he don't lead?" "He doesn't win the games-the team does that! We'd win just the same if he wasn't captain." "I want tew know !" 1 "And the first thing is to put in a new president of the gym club." "Who's leadin' this oppersition ?" "I am ." "Y eou be? Well, gosh all hemlock! I'm reckonin' that yeour side is gittin' hard up fer a leader." Wilson's face flamed. "You won't help us?" "Nit. Not agin' Jack Lightfoot. He's the best friend I ever had, er want. An' yeou ought tew be ashamed o' yerself, seems tew me. Seems tew me there's several things yeou've got a call to remember. I reckon yeou've forgot the hull of them. Well, I ain't!" "Better in with us," Wilson whispered, urging his point. "We're going to win out in this fight. We've got the votes here to-night to do it with. A good many of Jack's friends ain't here. And we're going to organize the high-school eleven. If you want to be on that eleven you'd better stand in with us; for if you don't stand with us we'll cut you out when we or.e:anizc." "Yeou ain't org'nized it yit, and I cal'late yeou ain't a-go inter." The fight opened up shortly after that, and almost as soon as Jack rapped with the gavel for order. Jack had the minutes of the previous meeting read; and then announced that this was the semi-annual meeting, when new officers of the club were to be chosen. "How's this choosing to be?" Wilson asked, getting on his long legs. "If only one candidate is nominated, by calling the ayes and noes; if more are nominated, by ballot." "Well, there's to be more than one candidate to night." "Then it will be by ballot.'' "Very well," said Wilson. "That's what we wanted to know." Ned Skeen popped to his feet. His face grew red as he looked Jack in the eye. "Mr. President. May I ask if nominations are now in order?" he piped. "Nominations for the office of president for the next six months are now in order," Jack ai : mounced. "Then, Mr. President"-Ned coughed and hesitated 1'1 place in nomination the name of Wilson Crane." One of Wilson's backers cheered, and there was a loud clapping of hands. Lafe climbed lazily to his feet, holding a peanut in his fingers. "Mr. President !"-he slowly cracked the peanut open-"I want to propose the name of one, sir, who has led the members of this club to victory on more than one hard-fought baseball field, and who, if he is made captain of a league eleven, will lead Cranford to victory on the gridiron this fall. I want to propose the name of the cleanest, whitest, bravest and finest young athlete to-day in Cranford, barring none, for president of the high-school gym. Mr. President, and fellow members of the club" -he faced round and looked at the members-"! am proud, to-night, to put in nomination the name of Jack Lightfoot, my friend, and as true a friend as any fellow ever had." Jubal yelled like an Indian, and leaped to his feet. Jubal's yell brought a piping cheer from inside the cage in the "office," where Polly called out in her croaking way: "Hurrah for Jack Lightfoot!" Jubal's face, flaming with enthusiasm, cracked open ma gnn. "Polly, God bless her! She knows a good thing when she sees it; and in that has got more sense than


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 some humans I could name. I ain't a speaker, like what my friend Lafe Lampton is, but I want tew sec ond that motion he made jist now. And I say: 'Hoop-la r Jack Lightfoot naow an' ferever, world without end.' He's the boy fer me." Jack smiled at Jubal's enthusiasm; but it pleased him. Who is not pleased have a loyal friend? Wilson Crane had already "counted noses," and was sure that more than half the votes there would be cast against Jack. He had asked tl'iem to come early, and hoped to put his plans through before Jack's friends could rally. As has been said, some of Jack's friends were not present. They had not known there was to be a fight for president that night, for Wilson had worked slyly, and therefore they had not made it a point to come. On the other hand, Wilson had quietly summoned every member of the opposition. Lafe stepped over to Jubal now and whispered some thing to him. Jubal nodded; alild then, rising, said something about going to see if the parrot was all right. In another second he had his head out of the upper window there, and was sending his "coo-ee" call ring ing up the street. That "coo-ee" call was used by the boys of Cranford when they were in need of help. Lafe and Jubal knew that just then Jack Lightfoot was in need of help, and Jubal was sure some boys wece on the corner above, for he had seen them when he came down. Wilson was on his feet, protesting against this, when Jubal came back. "Mr. President," he said, his voice harsh and ex cited, "this meeting has been called to order, and it is most decidedly out of order for anyone to disturb the meeting by calling in that way from the windows. I think the member deserves a vote of censure." "Why don't ye say deserves a lickin' ?" Jubal whis as he dropped into his seat. Wilson had not sat down. "As the nominations have been made, I ask now that the votes be taken at once.'' Lafe rose to his feet again, munching his peanut. "Mr. President." "There is no motion before the house," said Jack; "and none is in order. Nominations have been made for president of this club. I am simply waiting to see if any other names are to be proposed.'' "None are, I think," said Wilson, "and voting is in order." He was in a nervous haste, for he feared the effect of those coo-ee calls. "Do I hear any other names mentioned for presi dent?" Jack asked. Lafe winked to one of his friends, Bob Brewster, Bill's brother, who had told him he was for Jack, first, last and all the time. In another second that youngster was on his feet. "Mr. President," he said, "I have the honor of put, ting in nomination the name of the best-hearted young fellow in this town. I may say in his favor that he is the best baseball catcher in Cranford, that he is a fel low who never goes back on a friend, and that when it comes to eating he can put down and keep down more than any other six fellows here. When the apple sea son is on it is apples; when the peanut season rages it it peanuts; when pie time comes, no housewife in the town can cook enough pies for him; and, moreover, he is healthy and hearty, and smiling all the time. Which is the best advertisement possible, that eating is good for the system and good for the digestion; that pies are good all the time, apples good whenever they can be had, and peanuts when you've a nickel in your jeans to spare." For two minutes this speech was continued, and the name of Lafe Lampton was mentioned at the end of it; though everyone knew almost from the start that Lafe was the "wonder" ref erred to. Another young fellow, catching the idea, jumped up and put in nomination Jubal Marlin, with a speech that was quite as long. CHAPTER VI. WILSON'S DEFEAT. All the time Wilson sat stewing in his seat. "Is this fair?" he asked, speaking to Jack. "I ask you, as president of this club, if this is fair? This is a mere device to kill time." Steps were heard on the stairs and some members began to come in, to Wilson's disgust. Jack rose in his place. "I call Mr. Wilson Crane to the chair, to take my place, which he thinks I am not filling properly." Wilson looked confused. "Oh, I don't want the position!" "Please take the chair," Jack, vacating it; and Wilson, taking a second thought, and wondering if it would not put him in a position where he could have Jack more at a disadvantage, took the chair which Jack vacated, and caught up the gavel. "Nominations for president having ber.n made, we will now beg-in--"


IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Lafe got on his feet, chewing slowly. "Mr. President,'' he interrupted, "though I have named Jack Lightfoot, there is another fellow here whom I want to nominate, and that is Bob Brewster." Thereupon Lafe made a speech in favor of Bob Brewster, and Bob was cheered loudly by Jack's ad herents. Wilson brought the gavel down with a thump as Lafe sat down. "This killing of time in this way has got to stop!" he shouted. More members were coming upstairs, in answer to Jubal's coo-ee call. Wilson saw that if he did not hurry things the fel lows who were willing to back him would soon be in a minority by reason of these late comers. "Nominations having been made," he began; but Jack cut him short. "There is nothing said in our constitution and by laws limiting the number of nominations that may be made for the office of president," Jack urged; "nor is there anything limiting the time of the nominating speeches. Therefore, being now but a private member, but with the privileges of the floor, I beg leave to put another name in nomination." Wilson saw now that in accepting the chair he had rather tied his own hands. The laws of the club per mitted certain things, and he could no more shut off the nominations than Jack could; though he had blamed Jack for not doiQg \t. "This is just a time-killing scheme!" he cried. He rose to argue this, but saw that'if he did so he would be killing time himself, and giving a chance for more members to arrive; so he sat down even quicker than he 11-ad got on his feet; and he looked almost help less when Jack rose again to pnt a name in nomina tion and to make a speech supporting it. Wilson felt the sweat coming out all over his body, as Jack went on with his speech and more members came up the stairs into the room. He hardly heard what Jack was saying, for he be gan to count "noses" again, and to estimate what his chances were. When he had made his count he brought the gavel down with a crash. "You've spoken too long, Lightfoot!" he declared. Jack looked at him with a smile. "If I have done so, it is because I am ignorant of any law that limits the nominating speeches. I do not think I haYe spoken beyond the time limit." "Sit down!" Wilson bellowed, angry and red in the face. "Mr. President," said Jack, still smiling, "I protest against the ruling." "You're out of order!" Wilson howled, not knowing what else to do. Jack turned with a smile to the excited young fel lows in the room. "I appeal from the ruling of the chair to the house," he said. Wilson was not as well up in the laws which govern societies of this kind as Jack was; and when Jack in sisted that he had a right to make such an appeal, Wilson was forced to hunt through the by-laws, and through the manual the club used, to settle this point. More members came in while Wilson was making this frenzied search. Then Wilson found that Jack was right, and that when an appeal of this kind was taken from the

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II the ballots and distribute paper for the ballots to be written on." "Which Brewster?" asked Lafe, grinning. "Bill Brewster!" shouted Wilson. "And I appoint Ned Skeen, Arlo Kilfoyle and Jerry Watson, to act as tellers." Lafe was on his feet again. "'vV e protest against that." "Why?" Wilson shouted, in a rage "We've a right to have some tellers who favor our side." Wilson laughed. "Your side? Which is your side?" "Jack Lightfoot's." "Do I have to appoint friends of every fellow nomi nated?" Wilson laughed loud a11d harshly, for he saw he had caught Lafe that time. Lafe tried to argue the thing, but Wilson shut him off. Still, Lafe had gained a little time; and other fellows had come in, among them some of Jack's friends. The gym was packed to suffocation when the voting began, which was not for five minutes later, for Lafe and Jack were good obstructionists and found various ways of killing time and slowing the thing that Wilson was so wild to hurry. Wilson began to find that he had lost a point by tak ing the chair; and that, really, being chairman of a meeting, which is by virtue of the office a non-partisan place, is not the position one should choose who desires to carry a measure through. Yet, if \i\Tilson had been better versed in parliamentary law, he might have favored his side much more than he had been able to. This was a small battle, in a boys' club, but I may say to my readers that it gives something of a hint of the way matters are carried on in our State legisla tures and in the national Congress. Here but a few minutes-about half an hour-was consumed by time-killing devices. In the national Congress, days, and weeks, are sometimes eaten up in that way, by men who wish to defeat some measure or gain some advantage. Wilson was in a fever of impatience as the ballots were collected, and when the counting began. A good many of the young fellows who had come in in answer to Jubal's coo-ee call he had not seen and did not know how they would vote; some of them he knew to be Jack's stanchest friends. "If I could have put the thing through promptly, as I planned to !" he grumbled to himself Wilson, as chairman, seemed to have lost control of the meeting, and the gym was now in a tumult, with everyone talking. Then the count of the votes attracted attention and began to still the uproar of voices. Wilson's heart grew warmer; for at first the count of votes ran in his favor. But when the result was announced his face paled, while his heart gave a wild flutter of defeat. "Beaten!" he groaned, inwardly, "and that means that I'm not to be on the eleven!" He pulled his courage together. "But I'm not beaten yet! No, there's more time; and other things can be done." The vote was overwhelmingly in favor of Jack; for but two names had been voted for-Wilson's and Jack's; those other names put in nomination received not a single vote, and it was not expected that they would when they were proposed That had been merely Lafe's device for killing time. When Jack's reelection was announced, Jubal sprang to his feet, swinging his hand round his head. "Hip, hip, hoop-Ia! Three cheers for Jack Lightfoot, the new president of the gym club. Naow, alto gether-everybody !" It was a wild cheer that rose from Jack's adherents, as they climbed to their feet and yelled over their victory. "Wilson," said Lafe, stepping up to him, when the gym meetihg had adjourned, after all the other officers had been elected, "I want to say to you that that was a low-dovvn, dirty trick! But we beat you, old boy, at your own game. Maybe you'll conclude, after this, that Jack Lightfoot has got a few friends left." One thing, however, Jack had not done. He had not presented the riame of Reel Snodgrass to the gym club. Seeing how great would be the opposition, he had held back the name, intending to sound the boys on the subject. He wished to help Reel, but he did not de sire to thrust Reel into the club if the other fellows did not want him there. CHAPTER VII. PRELIMINARY STEPS, Wilson Crane did not remain to attend the joint meeting of the members of the high school and the academy gyms, which took place immediately after the adjournment of the first meeting; but hastened away, his face flaming.


12 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. He had been defeated, as Lafe had said, at his own game; but he w.as not willing to have it go so, and he wanted time to think up some other idea. He believed he had found another scheme, almost be fore he was downstairs. The gym meeting had been adjourned, on the motion of Lafe, to meet again at eight o'clock, on Saturday. This was Thursday night. "That's it!" he said, snapping his fingers, as he thrust his long nose through the doorway and plunged out into the night. "That's the very ticket!" What this "very ticket" the reader will discover in due time. As soon as the combined meetings had been called to order, Jack rose and drew a ktter from his pocket. Phil Kirtland now occui:Aed the chair. Phil was president of the academy gym; and Lafe, as an evi dence of good will, had moved that he be made chairman of the combined meeting, a motion which Jack seconded. "I've already shown this to you, Mr. Chairman," said Jack, speaking to Phil, "and some others know about it; but I believe it's not yet generally known. So, I ask that the secretary read it." I A temporary secretary had been chosen; and he read the letter which Jack placed in his hands: "l\1R. ]ACK LIGHTFOOT, CRANFORD. "DEAR Sm: We have organized an eleven here, and would be glad to meet an eleven from Cranford, either at this place or Cranford, at the earliest timt co1weni ent. I am sending this to you because I do not know if you have organized an eleven for the fall gridiron season. Hoping if you are not the right man for this, you will give it to the captain of your eleven, I am, "Yours truly, Km CASEY." This letter was from Tidewater, and Kid Casey had been the pitcher of the Tidewater Tigers in the base ball season just gone by, when he was known as "The Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Town League." Phil rose in his place, when the letter had been read. He was dressed neatly, and was a clean-looking, handsome young fellow. "You have heard the reading of the letter from Tidewater," he said. "\i\That will you do with it?" Tom Lightfoot rose in his piace. "Mr. Chairman, I move you that it be laid on the table until after we have settled the question of what we're 'going to do about an eleven. Just now, we haven't a Cranford eleven, and so aren't in a position to give an answer to this challenge." Bob Brewster seconded Tom's motion; and it being .. put by Phil, it was carried, and consideration of the Tidewater challenge was put aside for the time. But its reading had excited much whispered com ment. Lafe got on his sturdy legs. "Now, Mr. Chairman, I move that a committee of three be chosen who shall have power to form an eleven out of whatever they may consider the very best foot ball material we have in this town." "Second the motion," said Tom, rising. "You've heard the motion," said Phil, after re-stat ing it. "Are there any who wish to discuss il: ?" A dozen fellows were on their feet almost at once; but Phil recognized Brodie, as having been the first one up. Brodie was dressed as neatly as Phil ; and he, too, was a clean-looking fellow, though he was not as hand some as Phil, for his face was darker and heavier, and had something of surly 16ok about it. But everybody knew that when it came to football Brodie Strawn was "all there." Brodie's speech was not strictly to the point, and he might have been called to order because of that, if Phil or anyone else had chosen so to do. It was largely a rehearsal of some of the experiences with Tidewater and other towns the past season on the diamond; with a statement that if Cranford went against any of these towns in football, be should like some assurance that they would meet fair treatment and fair play. ''Who's to have the appointment of this commit tee?" Phil asked, after several had followed Brodie with short "remarks." ''I'm willing that the chairman should appoint it," said Jack. But Phil did not want to appoint the committee, for he wanted to be on it himself, and he could hardly, with any consi tency, choose himself. "I'd rather some names should be suggested," he urged. Thereupon Jack named the chairman, Phil Kirtland; Lafe named Jack, and Bob Brewster named Tom Lightfoot. The meeting voted unanimous confirmation of this selection; and was then ready to adjourn, having ac complished its purpose, after instructing the secretary to inform Tidewater of the action taken. When Wilson Crane heard of this, which he did the next morning, from Ned Skeen, he \Yas disturbed again. "That puts me out of the eleven from Cranford!" he


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 13 said, speaking slowly. "Phil's dead against me, Brodie always goes with Phil, and, of course, Jack will turn me down for what I did last night." "And I'm afraid me, too," said Skeen, his manner nervous. "I guess we'd oughtn't to have gone into that thing against Jack. You can't down him. He's got too many friends." "If I could have worked that scheme, we'd have downed him all right; but that coo-ee call did us up. It brought a lot of Jack's hiends running." He seemed to feel that he had been badly used, for getting, apparently, that he had tried to trick Jack's friends by having the whole opposition meet early and put through their measures without the knowledge of Jack's frie ds. "But I'll defeat him yet!" he boasted, angrily. "How're you going to do it?" "I'll tell you soon. But you'll see that I'll defeat him yet." CHAPTER VIII. WITH THE "GANG" AGAIN. Wilson had concealed from Skeen something of the great rage that shook him, and some things that had happened after the adjournment of the joint meeting. You have perhaps observed that whenever anyone undertakes to do a certain thing and gets on the wrong path, that it is easier to keep here than it is to turn about and manfully confess the wrong and submit to the consequences of defeat. Wilson Crane was, like Skeen, almost sorry that he had entered into that combination against Jack. But now that he had started into the thing he was deter mined to carry it through at all hazards. There had been a time, not so very long before, when Wilson had run with a crowd of boys in the town who were known as the ''Gang." Jubal and Wilson had both belonged to the "Gang," of which Nick Flint was the recognized leader and Bat Arnold a shining light. In his rage Wilson went in search of Bat Arnold, when the gym meeting was over. He was at that time still turning over the plan he had formed, in which, as he knew, Bat could not help him; nevertheless, his evil _genius, having again taken the reins, drove him to Bat; for he knew that Bat hated Jack, and perhaps could suggest something, for Bat was clever, as well as un scrupulous. When he reached Bat's house he found Nick Flint there. "Hello!" said Wilson, in the old way, as the boys I came out to the gate to talk with him, in answer to his call. Nick's malicious grin could be seen by the light from the street lamp. "Thought you'd cut our acquaintance," he said, al most with a sneer, "since you ve been running with Lightfoot's crowd!" Wilson said something ugly. It was good form with these fellows to swear. Nick grinned again. "Say, if you go at that, the si.tlphur fire will scorch off those little angel wings you've been sprouting lately!" "Cut it out!" cried Wilson, with another oath. "Jack and I don't mix any longer." Nick's dark, Apache face took on added interest. "When' d that happen?" They began to walk away from the gate together. "Oh, it's been coming for some time. A fellow can't get along with him unless he's willing that Jack should run everything. I'm tired of it." "You was singin' a different kind of song last sum mer, when you was runnin' round with his ball team," Bat reminded, unpleasantly. "Then Jackie Lightfoot was it." "Well, I'm finding him out!" "And when you was

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. father's office and stolen out a bottle of first-class old rye, or some other brand of whisky, and shared it with the members of the Gang. But he had not thought of it until Nick Flint made his evil suggestion. Nick had not only an Indian-like face, but an Indian-like love of firewater. When they reached Dr. Crane's office they found the front door not only unlocked, but ajar. But no light was burning in the office. "In there, pa?" Wilson asked, cautiously. "He's out, and he's left the door unlocked!" he an nounced, joyously, when there was no reply. "No body's here, and we'll help ourselves." Forthwith he pushed the door open and entered, with Nick and Bat at his heels. But the office was not empty, as he had thought; for in the very room into which they first entered sat a young fellow, in a chair by the window. This was Reel Snodgrass, who had come to the office a few moments before to see Dr. Crane about some triffiing ailment, that was perhaps more im aginary than real, and finding the door unlocked, had stepped inside to wait a few minutes for the doctpr's return. He had taken the chair by the window in the dark ness, and had been sitting there when Wilson arrived outside. As Reel knew that Wilson was the one who that day had been stirring up talk against him, he did not care to meet him, though the meeting seemed inevi table. However, when Wilson came in with Bat and Nick at his heels, Reel sat still in the chair, and breathed with relief as they passed on into the back room with out observing him. When they began to talk in the back room, Reel Snodgrass tiptoed softly to the door and stepped out side. In a few moments, and just as Reel was thinking of leaving, they came out. Wilson had secured a bottle of whisky. Reel retreated around the corner of the office, for he did not care to be seen by these fellows making an apparently cowardly flight up the street. He heard the cork drawn from the bottle, and the scent of the liquor came to him. "Sample it, Nick ; yon're a judge of good whisky," he heard Wilson say; and then heard, a rpoment later, Nick smack his lips with gusto. "Great!" said Nick. "That's the stuff! Gee! I think I'd like to live in a doctor's office I Couldn't git me the job here of office boy, could you?" He handed the bottle to Bat. "Try it; it's great!" Bat held up the bottler and Reel could see hi11 up lifted arm. "Jack Lightfoot!" he said, as a sentiment, "may the devil take him !" Wilson laughed mirthlessly. "You can't hurt my feelings by saying that-not now! I'm through with him. But hard words don't hurt a fellow." "Hard knocks might," said Bat, significantly, still holding U.J? the bottle. "Here's hopin' that he'll get what he deserves!" Then Wilson drank, after Bat; but he offered no sentiment. "If you fellows could hammer that fell ow I'd like it, all right," he said, though he had not planned for anything of the Kind. Nick's face shone strangely. "You' re really out with Jiim ?" "Sure thing! I'm out with him!" "And to-morrow you'll be in with him again!" "I'll bet you I don't. We had a old war to night at the gym," said Wilson, sturdily, endeavoring to crush down his con11cience. Nick heard this with interest. For several reasons, not the least of which was the whisky, he wanted to get Wilson back into the Gang. Nick was shrewd and daring, otherwise he would not have been the leader of his crowd. Now his mind worked quickly. "Tell you what," he said; "if you'll hop in there and get us another bottle of this baby's milk, to put our courage up, Bat and I will lay for that fellow to night, and do him up for you." "Oh, I don't want you to do that!" said Wilson. "Well, when I want to get even with a fellow I lay for him and pound the wadding out of him." "I wouldn't care for that. You'd get me mixed up in it, and that would make a high old row."


I ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 15 "Well, you bring out another bottle and we'll do things to-night!" "What will you do?" The stiff drink Wilson had taken was a1ready begin ning to fire his brain and make him reckless. "Vv e'll lay for him, as he comes home from that meeting. You said there's another meeting going on. We'll trip him with a rope, or something, and then we'll give it to him good." "Oh, I don1t care to have you do that!" But he did not say it as strongly as before. "That meeting will be out soon," hinted Nick. "He'd whip both of you!" "Oh, would he?" sneered Bat. "He has done that, already." "Under different circumstances." "He can do it under any circumstances." "Do we get the whisky?" Nick asked. "That's the question." "Oh, I'll get you the whisky, just because I want to treat you right; though, if I take too many bottles, the old man will tumble, and the office will be locked tight as a bank after this." "Just one bottle more," Nick urged. Wilson sprang into the office, and, coming back with the whisky, slipped it into Nick's hands. "'!" e' d better move along," he said. "The doctor may show up any minute. I oughtn't to have taken more than one bottle." They began to walk away "But you fellows won't dare to do what you said?" he continued. "Jack would simply it all over you, if you should tackle him. You wouldn't be able to walk for a week." "Come down there somewhere and hide and see us drink up this stuff and get in shape for him." The words of the speakers died away, so that Reel Snodgrass could not hear them longer "Back to the Gang again," mused Reel. "'his is a funny world! Just when I've been thinking it would pay me to turn over a new leaf and stand in with Jack. here's a fellow who thinks he'd like to go the other way. Jack downed him at the gym to-night, all right. I That's proof of it; and I'll bet they had a hot old time. I wish I could have been there." Reel was about to step back into the office, when he took another thought. "The way to stand in with a fellow, is to show hirp that yotl'll help him! Yes, that's right. I'll have to hunt Lightfoot up and tell him about this: I can see Dr. Crane some other time." Then he, too, left the office. "I hope the doctor won't learn that I've been here and think I took his whisky. Well, if he does, and says anything to me about it, I'll expose that hopeful long-shanks of his. Wilson's done me dirt to-day, and I'm not going to forget it." So, he was just in the mood to tell Jack Lightfoot, and turn the tables, if possible, aga"ist Wilson. CHAPTER IX THE BITER BIT. Having made JP his mind, Reel Snodgrass hurried rapidly in the direction of the gym. The joint meeting had adjourned sooner than Wil son Crane thought it would, and Jack was on hi s w a y home, accompanied by Tom, Lafe and some other friends. Reel saw them stop for a little talk on the corner above Jack's house. "Hello!" he called, as Jack left his friends and turned homeward clo\vn the side street. I Jack stopped, though he would have preferred just then to meet almost anyone else. "I've been waiting to speak with you," Reel ex plained. "Yes?" said Jack, though he thought he knew what was coming. And it tlid come, as the first thing. "What luck?" Reel asked. "I've got to confess, Reel, that I didn't propose you for membership to-i:i.ight." "No?" There was disappointment in Reel's tone. "I saw it wouldn't do-to-night, anyway. Vv'ilson Crane and some others had been making a good deal of talk, and I was afraid if I presented your name you


16 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. would be blackballed. I didn't want that to happen, of course, if I could help it." "No, certainly not." "So I thought I'd postpone the thing, and have a lit tle private talk with some of the members of the club. I haven't given the thing up, though, frankly, it begins to look as if I'll have to. A lot of the fellows don't want you in the "And Wilson Crane's leading them?" "Well, yes, I 2Ueits he is. He was pretty loud tonight." "Yet you beat him!" "So, you've heard that already?" Jack laughed. "Yes, we rather did him up, I think. Who told you?" "Let's go over that way, out of the range of this light," Reel suggested; "for he's sent some fellows down here to beat you to a pulp. They may be hiding somewhere near here now for all I know, though I walked pretty fast. I don't think they're here yet. I guess he didn't know the meeting would adjourn so early." He led the way, accompanied by Jack, who was greatly puzzled, and not a little disappointed in Wilson. "Now, I'll tell you what I heard. Sit down here on the grass. It's dark here, and we can't be seen." "I thought maybe you'd want to lay for Nick and Bat and give them what Paddy gave the drum. They need it." "We'll see what happens. I don't have to go home just yet. They may not come down here at all. They may have said that just to get that itecond bottle of whisky." He lay back on the grass with Reel. "I hope you won't give up trying to get me into the gym," Reel urged. "I want to get on the eleven, and I'll have to be a member of the gym to do that, you know. It'it the elcvo.n I want you know." He had told that to Jack scores of times. "I've said I'll what I can," Jack promised again. "But you seem to have weakened to-night." "Well, those fellows, a lot of them, don't like you, and that's a fact. But I'll do what I can. I'll have private talks with some of them. But I don't want to spring your name on the club just to have you black balled." "No, of course not; but you can do ali>out anything you want to with that club." Jack laughed silently. "You wouldn't say that, if you'd been at the meet ing to-night. I wanted to be reelected preitident, and They sat down, and in low tones he told all he q: came near being defeated by Wilson. So, you itee, you're mistaken if you fancy that I run things there." knew. Jack did not laugh now. "That' s too bad!" he said. "You ain't afraid of them?" I wasn't thinking of that; but I hate to see a fellow like Wilson go back to that crowd of young toughs." "He's no good!" "Yes, I think he is. There's a lot of good in him." "But he's turned against you!" a lot of good in him, just the same." "You wouldn't tell his father about the stolen whisky?" "No. That's not my affair. Dr. Cr;me ought to keep his wits about him and lock his office when he leaves it. I wasn t thinking of that." "But you beat him !" "By a close shave, yes; but there were enough votes against me to keep you from becoming a memli>er, if they were turned against you." "Well, if I can't get into the gym I'll leave the high school !" Reel snapped, angrily. 'Sh!" said Jack, touching him on the arm. "Here they come--two fellows, anyway." It was Nick and Bat. Jack and Reel watched them as they sneaked down the sid street and disappeared in the dark alley. "They'll lie there a long time before they catch me, Jack whi s pered. "But they wouldn't have got me, a nyhow; for I'd have been at home, if we hadn't stopped here."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "You can't get into the house without them seeing you." "Oh, I'm not in yet." He lifted his head cautiously, and then saw the two fellows stretch a rope across the sidewalk After that they burrowed out of sight somewhere. Pretty soon a man came down the side street, on his way home. "He'll trip over thCl;t rope," Reel whispered. But he did not, for the boys in hiding let it lie, and he did not even see it. Several men came along, homeward bound, and there was no sight of the boys in hiding. "It would serve them right if they were left to lie there until they wore their patience said Jack. "You might slip over there 'and be right o n t4eir backs before they knew you were around," Reel sug "It would serve 'em right," Jack agreed. But he did not move. Soon he saw another form coming down the side walk. "Wilson Crane!" he whispered. Wilson had been unable to resist the temptation to come down and see what would happen, or had hap pened. He was making for the alley where he knew Nick and Bat "r{Ould hide; and as he slipped along he drew his long, birdlike neck down into his upturned collar and bent his knees, for he did not want any chance ob server to recognize him and afterward suspect him. It was an unfortunate performance for \!Vilson. Bat Arnold and Nick Flint had imbibed so much from those bottles by this time that, while they felt brave as lions1 they were not in a discriminating mood; and from their position they had not been able to see Wilson when he first appeared on the side street. Hence, when Wilson came to the stretched rope, which he did not observe in the darkness, it was jerked suddenly, his legs from under him and throwing him sprawling The whisky-filled eyes of Nick and Bat had mis taken Wilson's bunched-up for Jack Light foot, and they had-tripped him, just as they had meant to trip Jack; and now they pounced out upon him, be fore he could rise. As Wilson struggled to get on his feet, f stunned by the sudden and heavy fall, Bat swung a right-hander that knocked Wilson half off the sidewalk. Then Nick kicked him heavily, poking the toe of his shOe painfully into Wilson's side. Reel and Jack were staring, for they had recognized Wilson further up, when he was under the street light, and this was, therefore, a m6st astonishing thing. Wilson shouted thickly and tried again to rise. But the two young ruffians, still blinded by whisky and in an undiscriminating mo,od, assaulted Jiim vio lently, kicking and striking. Jack sprang to his feet. "We've got to stop that!" he said. And he ran toward Wilson, who was bellowing with rage and pain now, while Bat and Nick were still kick ing and striking him. Jack'slleaps were like those of a panther, and before the young villains could turn and run he was in their midst, laying about him. Reel had followed, but remained out in the darkness. One blow of Jack's ironlike fist flung Bat Arnold up against the paling fence, and another knocked Nick Flint out into the Nick leaped up, wet and draggled, and fled up the street. Bat would have done the same, if Jack had not caught him by the collar :1t1d jerked him out into the middle of the sidewalk. "Explain this!" he said, in a furious tone "You young coward, you ought to have your head beaten off!" Jack half guessed the truth, yet he was angered, and he did not hesitate to show it. Wilson by this time was on his feet, yet nearly breathless, with his clothing torn and blood on his face. He was panting with excitement. "What does this mean, Wilson?" Jack demanded; though he knew well enough why Wilson and Bat w e re there. "I-I don't know," said \!Vilson, stammering. "You're a liar!" Bat howled at him, angered by the


r8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. discovery of his mistake and by that blow given him by Jack; and he had some dim feeling that Wilson had tricked him. "Well, what did you jump on me for?" Wilson de manded, incautiously. "We thought it was--" He stopped. "Out with it," said Jack, shaking him by the collar. "Who did you think it was?" By this time Wilson looked as if he wished he could creep away. "Who did you think it was?" Jack Jifted his hard fist and seemed about to drive it into Bat's ugly face. "W e--we-we thought---.--." "Yes; who did you think it was, you scoundrel?" Jack took him by the throat and shook him till his teeth rattled. "You!" came from Bat's shaking lips, being shot out like a wad out of a gun. "Me?" "Y-yes." "What did you want to do that to me for? Out 'With it, you villain! Out with it!" Wilson picked up his cap and seemed about to run. "Out with it!" Jack said, again lifting his fist as if to strike Bat in the face. "It was Wil-Wilson ?" "Wilson?" "Yes." "Wilson?" "Yes, he hired us to-t-to---" "What?" "To lay for you, and lick you." "You're a liar!" Wilson yelled. / Then Bat's temper got the better of his fears. "All right, come on; come on, confound you! I'm tellin' the truth, and it's you that's the liar. Come on, and I'll do you worse than we did before." "Who wasthe other fellow ?" Jack demanded. "Nick Flint. Wilson hired both of us. Here's one of the bottles! No-it's there, in the alley. Maybe both of 'em are there." "Wilson !" Jack turned upon him. "Is this so?" he asked. "No," said Wilson, brazenly. "It isn't. And when I get Bat Arnold out by ourselves, I'll hammer his face off for saying so." Jack laughed and threw Bat scornfully from him. "Cut out!" he cried. Bat was in a hurt'y to go, and he went, without a backward look. Jack turned to Wilson. "This is the second dirty trick you tried to play me to-night!" "Don't you believe me?" cried vVilson, hoarsely. "That fellow is a liar." "We won't talk about it," said Jack, coldly. "I think that fellow told the truth." Wilson Crane drew himself up. Reel had kept back in the darkness, and Wilson did not know he was there, and Jack did not intend to tell him that Reel had informed on him, and thus get Reel into trouble. "Lightfoot," said Wilson, thrusting forward his bird like head, "you say that just because of what hap pened to-night the gym. Well, maybe you think you downed me there; shook his long finger, and his voice grew louder; as he thus defied J again, impelled by rage and the whisky he had swal lowed-"that matter isn't settled yet! Remember that, "You're a liar, yourself!" he yelled back. "You will you? You think you're hot stuff, but you'll learn know you did!" "You're a scoundrel!" shouted Wilson, shaking with rage and fear. "You're another!" screamed Bat. "You hired us --you gave us whisky; two bottles of whisky, which you stole from your father's office; and you-" "Let me get at him!" Wilson sbJJui/'..d. a few things before you're many days older." "Bah!" said Jack, as he turned about. "That's all right!" Wilson sputtered. "Bah all you're a mind to. But you're not through with me yet." "Wilson," said Jack, turning to him again. "To night you're simply contemptible. Sometimes you're a:


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 19 pretty good fellow, but to-night you've lost what lit tle brains you've got and are simply contemptible." "You're a cad!" Wilson screamed at him. "You think you're it. What are you, anyhow? Last year you were nothing, and now you think you're the whole thing! I'm through with you I" "And I'm throug-h with you!" "I don't want your friendship. It's something I can get along without. But you can't run me, under stand!" Jack laughed, and that made Wilson hotter than ever. "No, fou can't run me! And there's a lot n;iore you can't run." "I'm not trying to run anybody: but myself." "Yes, you are; and you've been showing it all sum mer. But the thing stops right here. A lot of the f el lows feel juiot as I do. And we'll show you a thing or two before we're through. This thing ain't settled He had a scratch on his nose, but explained that by claiming that he had stumbled against the stair railing at home in the dark. "It's just this way, Skeen," he said, emphasizing with his long forefinger, "since we've gone into this thing, we've got to win, or be nothing the re'st of the willter." "It looks it," said Skeen; "but how re we to win? Jack's got everything his way." Then Wilson unfolded the beautiful idea which had come to him while he was leaving the gym. "You heard that motion Lafe made about adjourn ing the meeting ?" "Yes; it was adjourned till Saturday night." "Now, was it? It was carried, and the meeting adjourned; but was it to Saturday night?" "Why, yes, I thought so; that's the way I under stood it." "You heard Lafe make the motion?" yet." "Yes." "Wilson, you're contemptible!" "And I did. And this is the way he worded it: Jack turned away again and moved on toward the 'Adjourn to meet again at eight o clock Saturday!' house. Wilson stared at him for a moment and seemed about to follow him, then thought better of it, and ha s tened up the street. Jack was leaninli:' on the gate, when Reel showed up out of the darkness and joined him. "What do you think of that?" Jack asked. "You heard him." "I think just as you do, that he's a contemptible puppy. And I don't think you'll say again that there's any good in him." Jack did not answer this, and after a few words with Reel he let himself into the yard and disappeared. But he was troubled. CHAPTER X. WILSON'S MEETING. When Wilson had his talk with Ned Skeen the next morning, he confessed his fears that he would not now be permitted to go on the high-school eleven, but said nothing of his adventures after leaving the gym. There wasn t a word ab o ut Saturday night-not a word; I was listening close, and noticed it at the time." "But he meant Saturday night!" "How are we to know what he meant? We know what he said." "Well what of it; what if he did fail to say night?" "That makes the meeting for eight o'clock, Saturday, don't it? That' s what the motion said-eight o'clock, Saturday. And eight o clock, Saturday, is eight o'clock in the morning Anybody will tell you that. When people mean eight o'clock in the evening they say it." "What are you up to now?'' "Well, it's this way, Ned, we've got to beat Jack Lightfoot, or step down and out. We're in this to win, or to be beat; and you know what that means." "I think I know what it means, all right." "It means, if we're beat, that we're out of every thing, for the season-out of football and all the other things." "You me a n to call a meeting for eight o clock, Satur day morning?"


20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "It's already called; I haven't anything to do with that. By Lafe's motion, the club was to meet again at eight o'clock, Saturday We'll rally our friends, and not say a word; and we'll meet at the clubrooms at eight, on Saturday morning; and if we can't do things then I'd to know why." "But Jubal will be there-he's janitor!" "I'll get Jubal away on some pretense; and then we'll call our meeting to order It will be a regular club meeting, and a majority of members present at any meeting can do what .they like We'll put things through in a way to Jack Lightfoot." "I won't go into it," said Skeen. "All right; just as you please. But I'm going ahead, and I can get a lot others But you can keep your mouth shut, now that I've told you. It would be small, if you should tell." "Oh, I shan't say anything about it." \Vilson "got busy" again. He was in a great rage against Jack-had never b e en in such a rage against him in his life; and now he was detenpined to go to the limit to defeat him. So he went softly around, whispering to all the boys he knew he could depend on. He kept away from Jack, and from Reel; though he by chance met Nick Flint and Bat Arnold, and nar rowly escaped a fight with them. They accused him of more mean things than I should care to soil my pages with repeating, and declared over and over again that they were through with him; while he sent them back as good as they gave him. Wilson was a mighty bt*5y young fellow all through the hours between that time and eight o'clock on Satur day morning; he hardly took time to eat and sleep. And when the hour came he was gratified with the result of his work. He had rallied all the fellows he could influence or1 cajole in any way, and all those who had not been pleased because Jack had not done wonders for them by giving them pref erred places on the nine and other teams, and to whom Wilson had promised marvelous things, if he was made captain. The fact that if he won out he could not carry out his promises, simply be cause he had promised too lavishly, did not seem to trouble him. He was like those politicians who, in the midst of a campaign, are willing to promise an office to every man who will vote for them. Jubal had opened the gym, and was sitting in his office, when a boy came in to tell him that he was wanted by a young fellow who lived at the far eastern end of the town. Bill Brewster strolled in while the boy was deliver ing his message "Great codfish!" Jubal grumbled "Why didn't he come daown himself, instead of sendin' yeoy ?" "You needn't lock up," said Bill; "I'll be here till you get back." Then Jubal departed; and he had not been gone long before Wilson's adherents filled the gym, and Wilson, being with them, took the chair, and called the meet ing to order. "It"s eight o'clock," he said, looking at his watch, "the time set for this meeting by the vote, Thursday night. I've taken the chair because the regular presi dent isn't here, nor the vice-president, and the hour for the meeting has arrived. As the secretary isn't here, either, I have to appoint a secretary pro tern I appoint Mr. Ned Skeen secretary pro tern." Ned rose nervously, at first, to protest; then ambled to the secretary's desk. He had decided to come down, at the last mome n t, just to see what would happen, but with the determina tion to take no part in the proceedings. But this flat tery on Wilson's part went a long way with Ned. Be sides, in looking round and seeing so many fellows there, Ned had a considerable increase of courage. Though he was now sorry that he had opposed Jack at the regular meeting, he had come to the conclusion that, having done so, his "cake was dough," anyhow; and now he thought it could be no worse, no matter what he did. book with the minutes is in the desk," said Wilson. "I'll ask the secretary to read the minutes of the last meeting Ned Skeen found the book, with the minutes written up, and read them.


ALL-SPORT$ LIBRARY. 2I There, sure enough, as vVilson had said, was Lafe's faulty motion, spread upon the minutes, just as Lafe had worded it: "Eight o'clock, Saturday." Wilson smiled when Ned read that. The minutes were adopted a's read, as no one op posed it. Then Wilson was ready for business. "This is the meeting called by that motion," he said The boy who had been stationed at the door below, with orders to report anything unusual, hurried in and said that Lafe Lampton was coming, and this threw the meeting into a flutter. But Lafe went on down to the lake. Jubal might be back soon, Wilson knew, and he proceeded to expedite matters. "With your consent, I will now appoint three mem bers to select an eleven to represent the gym." The members consented, by their silence; and Wilson named two members, one of whom was Ned Skeen, and the other Bill Brewster. Nat Kimball came in at this juncture, being a lit tle late. His black eyes and his black hair were shin ing. Wilson had told Nat that the crowd which had gone against Jack would have to stand together, or fall to gether, and little Nat was there to do his part of the "standing." Now Wilson put Nat on as the third member of the committee. "The committee of three will retire and make up an eleven, and a list of substitutes," said Wilson, who had assumed the reins and was rushing things in a hurry. The "committee" retired behind Ned's desk, and with pencils and paper began the work, while the other fellows whispered and talked among themselves. :Nat looked troubled, yet his face was stern. He was ready to do or die, once having entered into this thing. It was as when Oki Matsuki, the Japanese instructor, came to Cranford, and Nat was compelled to stand for him alone. He had not shirked then, and he did not When the "committee" read off their list of eleven, there was a good deal of murmuring. Some of those to whom Wilson had promised great things were not mentioned even among the substitutes. But what surprised them most was that J a<;k Light foot's name was among the eleven. Wilson explained this smoothly : "He's the president of the club, you know, and a good player, and a fine trainer. It won't do to leave hm off, if we want to win games." He hoped, dimly, that putting him on the eleven would mollify Jack. Lafe's name was also on the nine, and Jubal's. Among the other members were Wilson, Ned Skeen, Bill Brewster and Nat Kimball. "Are you ready to adopt this report?" said Wilson, still hurrying things, to prevent an interruption from outside. The others, some still grumbling, voted this, though it had barely a majority. \rVilson was almost on the point of having a rebellion on his own hands right there. But the motion to adopt went through by a close shave, and the eleven named were declared to be the high-school eleven. Then Wilson, on motion, promptly adjourned the meeting, after commanding the secretary to write up the minutes, so that they could be in readiness. Vf ilson wanted the minutes on the record, for he thought that would help him. There was no cheering, no noisy demonstrations, as when the previous meeting had adjourned; but all slipped downstairs and stole away. When Jubal Marliry returned, after having been ab sent nearly an hour, even Bill Brewster was gone. "Great codfish, I couldn't find that feller!" he grunted. "Why in time did he send fer me, and then go off some'eres where I couldn't find him?"' CHAPTER XI. JACK LIGHTFOOT'S NERVE. shirk ;1ow. That experience was still fresh in his mind, All this took place at eight o'clock, Saturday an

22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. At eight o'clock, Saturday evening, Jack's friends began to gather at the gym, for the meeting which they expected to hold. They found Wilson and his adherents there in force before them; though Wilson's crowd had not attempted to do anything. The two parties kept pretty much aloof, as if they in stinctively scented another battle. Jack did not even speak to Wilson, nor notice him many way. When Jack took the chair and the meeting came to order, Wilson slowly unwound his long legs and stood up. "Mr. President," he said, "I rise simply to inquire when this meeting was called?" Jack stared at him, for he knew nothing of the morning meeting, so well had Wilson and his friends kept their secret. "It was called Thursday night," he answered, speak ing courteously. "There was a motion passed Thursday night," said Wilson. "It was made by Lafe Lampton, I think, call ing a meeting for eight o'clock, Saturday. I heard that motion made and voted for it; but what about this meeting?" He thrust his long hands down into his pockets, bent his small head forward on the end of his long neck, and looked at Jack defiantly. '.'That is the meeting I have just called to order," Jack answered. "But the meeting mentioned by that has already been held," Wilson announced. There was a decided stir in the room. "When was it held?" "At the time named by Lafe Lampton's eight o'clock!" "This is eight o'clock, you ninny!" some one howled at him. Jack rapped for order. He began to understand Wilson, but Wilson liad the floor, and Jack would not permit a member who !1ad the floor and was speaking to be interrupted, so long as he seemed to be in order. Wilson was apparently asking an explanation, and was apparently en titled to it. "The meeting named m Mr. Lampton's motion is now being held," declared Jack, firmly. "I demand the reading of the minutes of the previous meeting," said Wilson. "That will show that--" He did not finish, but sat down. His birdlike was flushed, but he had not been drinking Jack asked the secretary to read the minutes of the previous meeting, for that was the thing in order. When the secretary opened the book and began to read, he was himself amazed, for the minutes he saw there were not in his own handwriting, but had been put there later than his report of the Thursday night meeting. He stopped. "There's some mistake here," he said; and he turned the book over to see if he had not got hold of the wrong records. "Those are the minutes," said Wilson, "and I de mand that they be read." Jack now saw through the whole thing-had been given a knowledge of it by the few words the secretary read before he stopped in confusion. However, he wanted to know what had been done at that meeting, and he instructed the secretary to read what he found there. The gym was now seething with excitement. Twice Lafe Lampton rose to say something, but, seeing the look in Jack's eye, dropped back into his seat. The secretary read the minutes, amid much confusion-the minutes of the eight o'clock morning meeting. As soon as he had read them Wilson was again on his feet. "I move you, Mr. President, chat the minutes as read be adopted." "Second the motion," one of his adherents shouted. Jack hesit'1.ted, wondering if this were a motion he ought to put. He had never encountered a case just like this. A dozen boys were on their feet; but Wilson had been up first, and Jack again recognized him.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Mr. Wilson Crane was first up, I believe," he an nounced. "I ask that the motion be put," said Wilson. "If there's to be any discussion of it, I demand the right to say something." "But, Jiminy crickets, there wasn't any meeting this morning!" sputtered, quite stirred out of his usual lethargy. "How do you know there wasn't?" Wilson asked, from his seat. "But I know what my motion said--eight o'clock, Saturday night." "I ask that the minutes of the Thursday night meet ing be consulted by the secretary to determine that point," Wilson demanded. "The secretary will please consult the minutes of Thursday's meeting on that point," Jack ordered. "Eight o'clock, Saturday!" the secretary read. Jack now recognized Lafe, who had been standing up for some time, and Lafe declared that any meeting other than the one intended was no meeting, and could not possibly be a meeting. Wilson unwound his long legs again, as Lafe sat clown. "Mr. President, may I say a word?" "Go on!" said Jack, his gray-blue eyes shining and his face growing somewhat pale. "The minutes consulted by the secretary show that the motion made by my friend Lampton was worded, 'eight o'clock, Saturday.' Anyone who knows anything knows that eight o'clock, Saturday, is eight o clock ih the morning, not eight o'clock at night." "But I know what I meant; and so do you, and so would anybody with any sense!" Lafe interrupted. A dozen were trying to speak, and were shouting remarks from their seats, and Jack rapped with the gavel for order. "Wilson Crane has the floor." "Any lawyer will tell you," Wilson now continued, "that the words and meaning of a law passed by a legislature is what controls; not what some member of the legislature thought it meant. When a question of law goes to a court to be decided, the judge does not send for the members of the legislature who passed that law, but he looks at the wording of it. The mem bers of the legislature might be dead, but, dead or liv ing, their opinion of what the law means counts for nothing. It's the law itself, and its meaning is ex plained by what is written in it. "And it is so here. No matter what Lafe Lampton or any other member of this club thought the words of that motion Thursday night meant, we have to judge what they meant by the words themselves They're there on the record!" He shook his finger at the record book. "That record has to decide, and noth ing else; and your secretary has just told you that it says 'eight o'clock, Saturday.'" "But--" Lafe began, rising. Jack rapped with the gavel. "Wilson Crane has the floor!" "I want to say, further," Wilson went on, in the midst of the storm his words created, while he pushed his hands deep into his pockets and thrust his bird like face forward, "that many members of this club, besides myself, understood that meeting to be called for eight o'clock, Saturday, just as it reads; and, act ing in accordance with that, and in obedience to the call itself, we met, at eight o'clock, here in the clubroom, and the minutes of the meeting are there on our record book, and are as much entitled to respect as the min utes of any other meeting." Lafe tried again to get on his feet. "I ask now," said Wilson, taking his right hand out and shaking his long forefinger, "that those minutes be adopted as read." Jack beckoned to Lafe. There was need of a leader on the floor, to combat \iVilson, and Lafe, willing and clever as he was, seemed just now to be somewhat be wildered. When Lafe came forward, Jack asked him to take the chair, and descended himself to the floor, thus be coming, for the time, a private member, with the priv!lege of speaking to any question that came up for discussion. Wilson had sat down, and the gym rang with the applause of those who were supporting him. "Mr. Chairman," Jack began, getting on his feet before any other, "I wish to say a few words."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Lafe hammered vigorously to still the tumult. of the Thursday night meeting, mean, eight o'clock, "I want say this," said Jack, "and that is, that Saturday night we do not have to adopt those minutes. The first thing "Second the motion," cried red-headed Bob Brewto do is to vote down the motion that has been made to adopt them He turned to Lafe. "A motion has been made and seconded to adopt those minutes, or those so-called minutes. It is the duty of the chairman to put that motion. But it can be voted down, if there are enough fellows in this house willing to see fair play." Lafe hammered again with the gavel to still the tumult, and, rising, put the motion. "Vote it down!" Jack shouted to his friends. "I call on all my friends to vote it down!" "All in favor of the motion," Lafe began, intending to call for 4.:he "ayes an'd "noes." J "I demand a rising vote on this. I want to see who is willing to stand up and be counted in favor of this outrage." "All in favor of that motion," said Lafe, "rise to your feet." "All who stand up now are voting in favor of Wil son Crane and his crowd," said Jack, lifting his voice so that all might understand. Wilson was already rising, and boys got up all over the room, Ned Skeen and Nat Kimball being among them, and also Bill Brewster. "The secretary will count those standing," said Lafe. All stood until they were counted, and Jack scanned them closely to see who they were. "All opposed, rise to their feet," said Lafe. Jack and his friends arose; and he saw at once that he had won, by a narrow margin. This standing vote was counted, and Lafe announced that the motion to adopt the minutes of the morning meeting had been lost. Jack decided now to take the bull by the horns. If all those who had voted with him just now would stand by him, he could control the meeting. "I now move you, Mr. Chairman," he said, "that it be declared to be the sense of this club that the words, 'eight o'clock, Saturday,' which appear in the report ster, glaring in the direction of his brother Bill. Jack spoke to the motion, stating that the club had a right to declare the meaning of its own words, or even to change them, just as a legislature has a right to de clare the meaning of a law, or to make a new law that will destroy the older one. There was a hot discussion on this point, Wilson Crane opposing Jack with much ability; for Wilson, with all his faults, was nobody's fool. When the vote was taken again the boys in the gym stood with Jack, though his margin was so close that he could not take great comfort in it. Once more Jack was on his feet. He had decided to go to the extreme limit. "And now, Mr. Chairman," he said, "I ask that the names of the committee who appear as reporting an eleven at the morning meeting be read from the min utes of that meeting." "Ned Skeen, Bill Brewster, Nat Kimball," read the secretary. "Wilson Crane was chairman of that fake meeting?" "He appears on the records as having taken the chair." "Read any other names that appear in those pre tended minutes," Jack requested. All the other names there were read. "Now, Mr. Chairman," said Jack, while a fierce light burned in his gray-blue eyes, "I move you, sir, if I can get a second, that Ned Skeen, Bill Brewster, Nat Kimball, Wilson Crane, and all those others whose names appear there, and who by that are shown to have taken part in the fake meeting held here this morning, be expelled incontinently from this club." A yell arose from Jack's friends. "One of the articles of our constitution," Jack went on, "provides that when any member is guilty of un gentlemanly and unbecoming conduct, or conduct pre judicial to the club or the high school, that member may be expelled from the gym club by a majority vote of the members at any meeting." Ned Skeen and Nat Kimball looked startled.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Even Wilson seemed somewhat disturbed. "I second that motion," said Jubal Marlin. "By they'd ought tew be expelled! Fellows who'd :lo like that ain't fit tew be members of the club." The tumult was so great now that Lafe had to ham mer for a minute or more before he could get any semblance of order. Wilson and others declared that this was an outrage, and clearly illegal, and many other things too numerous to recount here. But Jack stood to his guns. His face was red as brick dust and his eyes were flashing fire. "I demand the immediate expulsion of the members whose names have been read!" he cried. "Their con duct has been ungentlemanly, unbecoming, and preju dicial to the club. They are clearly guilty, and by their acts have forfeited their rights to seats in this club and to membership in the gymnasium. I de mand, sir, their immediate expulsion." Lafe rose to put the vote, and then 'vVilson's crowd tried to howl him down. They had risen to their feet. But they sat down quickly, when Jack asked for a rising vote of all who favored his motion, for they did not want the secretary to count them as voting in favor of it. Jack had wanted them to sit down, and now they were sitting down. Jack rose, with his friends, but he noticed that Bob Brewster did not rise, and that some others who had voted with him before had not risen. Bob did not want his brother expelled. Those standing were counted, and the count of the vote was announced. Then the vote of the opposition was taken. Jack had won Wilson Crane, Nat Kimball, Ned Skeen, Bill Brew ster and several others had been expelled from the gym. The meeting broke up in wild confusion. "We'll reverse this vote at another meeting!" yelled Wilson Crane. "C?h, you will, will you?" Jack shouted at him. "I guess you won't vote at all at any other meetingof this gym club; for the reason that you're no longer members.'' CHAPTER XII. CONCLUSION. I should not be a true recorder of the history of the athletic boys of Cranford if I did not report the fact, regrettable though it was, that there were some fist fights on the outside of the gymnasium that night, after this hot and tumultuous meeting ha

26 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Jack had been too strong and too clever for him, and had still too many friends. "But if I lie down and say I'm whipped, that finishes me," was his unpleasant thought, "and I'll not be on any eleven this year!" And Wilson, as one of the best runners in Cranford, had been anxious to show his ability in football, an ticipating the plaudits of the spectators, when he should take the ball round an end, or across the line, after a great outburst of speed. It would be rather hard, Wilson felt, to forego aH that. "Maybe I was a fool for going into the thing at the start, but I'm in it now, and I'm not going to lie down and say I'm whipped!" He stuck to that all the way home, and said it over to himself a good many times that night before going to bed. * Reel came to Jack, after the meeting, as he had done after the previous meeting, waylaying him, as it were, on the street. "What about that, Lightfoot?" "About the meeting? "About presenting my name to the club?" "I forgot all about it, and that's the fact," Jack admitted. "But, anyway, I couldn't have got a vote on it if I had tried. w-e had regular war up there to-night-war of the worst kind. We expelled some members, and, of course, while in a fight like that, was no time to present your name." He stood looking at Reel. "I've talked with some, as I said to you I would, and, to tell the truth, Reel, unless you want to risk the humiliation of rejection, I'm not sure that it's wise to offer your name at all." "You think there's really danger?" "I do." Reel was silent for a moment. "What did you do about the new eleven-the eleven that was to be selected to go against Tidewater and other places ?" "Oh, that was an eleven to be chosen from both the high school and the academy; and, of course, nothing about it would come up before this meeting, wh i ch was strictly a meeting of the high-school gym." "But there will be such an eleven?" "Yes." -"Do you know who'll be on it ?v "I don't-not yet." "But you've some idea?" "Yes, some idea; but I'm not ready to say anything about that yet." They walked on toward Jack's home. "And you're really afraid that if my name goe s in, I will be, as you may say kicked out?" "Yes, I'm afraid of it; I hate to say so, but I truly am." "Then let it drop!" said Reel. "I'm as good as a lot of fellows in that club; but, if they don't want me, that settles it with me. There are other places a fellow can go to. They're not the only people." * Just before the next meeting, which was held two evenings later, Ned Skeen, Nat Kimball and Bill Brew ster came to Jack. They had had time to think the whole thing over, and they had arrived at a penitent mood. Jack was at home, in the shed room, and was just thinking of putting away his tools and starting for the gym, when they came in. All looked much confused; and Ned, who had been chosen as spokesman, was evidently at a loss to know what to say. "Glad to see you," said Jack, who thought he knew what they wanted, by their manner. "It's this way," said Skeen, stammering and hesitat ing "We've been a lot of fools and soreheads." "Big ones!" said Bill Brewster. Little Nat's dark face was troubled, but he said nothing. "And so we've come down," Skeen went on, "to tell you so; and to tell you that we'd like to get back into the club and into the gym." Jack had no desire to "rub it in." He extended his hand, while a pleased light came into his face. "Skeen, I"v e always wanted you for my friend, and


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Kimball and Brewster, too; and I'll do what I can for you. Of course, you understand that it will take more than my vote; but I'll stand up for you, if you want to come into the gym again. But--" He hesitated. "Oh, we'll have to take our medicine," said Brewster; "we know that!" "Well, you'll have to apologize to the club, of course." "We're willing to do that," Skeen admitted. "And a lot of the others who were in that thing feel just the same." He had expected a sharp "call down" from Jack, and it warmed his heart when ] ack met his advances so generously. Little Nat, who was really a good-hearted fellow, though sometimes apt to be ugly and hard-headed, was as much pleased as Skeen. And the same may be said of Bill Brewster. "Bob told me I was a red-headed fool for going into that thing," he acknowledged. "But I'd got tired of doing nothing but play substitute, and Wilson thought he could get me on the eleven." "Wilson couldn't have put all his friends on the team, when there are only eleven places." "No, he couldn't, but he told me he'd get me on." "Fellows," ] ack went on, genially, "the best way to do in a thing of this kind, is to forget it. I'll bring the matter up at the next meeting, and I'll speak a good word for you, and Lafe will do the same, I'm sure. You let Wilson lead you away; but that will be a bygone, so far as I am concerned." * When the meeting was held, which was soon, Jack was as good as his promise. In the meantime, word had gone round that Skeen and Kimball and Bill Brewster had been to Jack, and others came also. More than half the rebellious malcontents who had followed Wilson Crane attended that meeting, ready to admit their wrongdoing, and those who had been expelled were ready to ask to be taken back into the gym and into the club. Jack made the motion that they should again be admitted, and it was seconded by Lafe; and both Jack and Lafe made short speeches in favor of it, saying that differences of opinion in regard to conducting a nine, or an eleven, or any other athletic team, could be expected; but that the way to settle them was by being fair and square, and meeting opposition, and everything else, in an honorable and straightforward way; and that they were sure those who again sought membership felt disposed to conduct themselves in that fashion. But those who thus returned had to submit to the humiliation of standing up and publicly confessing to the club that they had been in -the wrong, and saw it now, and intended to try to follow a different path in the future. As a recorder of Cranford athletic events, it pleases me to say that Jack's motion, as seconded by Lafe, and supported by them, was passed by the club without a single dissenting vote, and that all the young fellows who asked to be taken in again were re-admitted to full membership without any objection. They were clever fellows, and the most of them good athletes; and so were just the sort of which a good club membership should be composed. But Wilson Crane did not apply for re-admittance. He did not ask for pardon. He came neither to Lafe nor to Jack; but stubbornly remained away. "If they can do without me, I can do without them!" he said, defiantly, but there were times when he felt a lump in his throat as he found himself pretty much left to his own devices, and bitterly did he regret l)av ing stirred up that meeting at the "gym." THE END. Next week's issue, No. 38, will be "Jack Lightfoot, Half-Back; or, Playing the Giants of the League." As this will be the first football story of the series, y o u will want to read it, in order to see how the Cranford boys handle the pigskin, as well as to follow the further doings of the fellows who had just passed through such a fiery time in the gym. You may be sure that things were decidedly lively, and that a good story is in store for you. Next week.


28 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. HOW TO D-0 THING5 By AN OLD A TiiLETE. Timely essays and hints upon various athletic sports and pastimes, in which our boys a.re usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily understood. Instructive articles may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPURTS LIBRARY, as follows: No. 14, "How to Be come a Batter." No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to Cover First Base." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop." No. Hl, "Pitching." No. 19, "Pitching Curves." 20, "The Pitchers Team Work." No. 21, "Playing Second Base." No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, ''Playing the Outfield." No. 24, "How to Catch."

A CHAT YOU Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around the camp fire, and have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our young readers who care to gather there, answering such letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various healthy sports, both indoor and out. We should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publication. It. is the editor's desire to mal(e this department one that will be eagerly read from week to eek by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot stories, and prove to be of vafuable assist ance in building up manly, healthy Sons of America All letters received will be answered immediately, but may not appear in print under five eeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of the date of issue. Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience. THE EDITOR. I have read your ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY from No. I up to the current issue, No. 28, and I have yet to find one that I did not thoroughly enjoy. There is only one library that has been ahead of it, and that one is Tip Top Weekly. The two of them together can't be beat. After I buy them I am often undecided which one to read first. I am glad Mr. Stevens does not look favorably on the Japanese method of self-defense. No true American should. Your heart to-heart talks in the back of the books are a boon to all am bitious young athletes. I would be pleased to exchange souvenir postals with any ALLSPous reader. Hoping this library will for a long wbile to come, FRANK H. HENDRICK. 237 Hewitt Street, Trenton, N. J. Your letter has the right ring; but we hope you will, after a while, conclude that ALL-SPORTS has clif\lbed to the very top, and outdistanced every competitor. Well, for one I'm sorry the baseball season is nearly over, because I couldn't begin to tell you how much l'vi; enjoyed those rattling stories of yours. Mr. Stevens seems to have a knack of telling about a thing so that you can just imagine you're there watching the game. I want to thank him. Honestly, I've finished some of ALL-SPORTS with the same enthusiasm I would have felt if I'd been watching Jack pitch, and Lafe eat a peanut before he lathered out the hall wi t h "Old Tongu e ." I wonder how many two-baggers and home runs that same stick has sent out dming the season. The boys otfght to have it gold plated and hung up in the gym. They are a lwely, hustling lot of fellows, those Cranford boy s, and I only wish I knew such a crowd. It makes me "homesick," some t imes, because I don't. I hope I'll enjoy the football stories as w 11. Savannah, Ga. DuKE MORRISON. It's a pleasure to receive a message like the one you send Duke. You are in good company, for there are many others among our multitude of readers who wish they knew Jack and his friends in the flesh. It is doubtful whether they will hang up the faithful old stick in the way you propose, for doubtless they calculate upon making a few more drives with it next season on the diamond. I am another one of the Phil Kirtland admirers, and I don't hesitate about showing my colors either. Somehow, it strikes me that Phil is a more natural type of boy than either Jack or Tom Lightfoot. I could bear the "goody-goody" style of a fellow. He seems fo be a sort of "mugwump," as they say in politics, thinking himself better than other people. Phil has great possibilities in his make-up though, of course, I know it's g o ing to be jus t as the author pleases whether Phil keeps on b e ing sore at Jack to the end of the chapter or breaks in with him. If h e d oe s this l as t. y o u can just bet your bottom dollar he'll turn out to be a crackerjack of a friend. The stories are all to the good-gilt-edged, in fact, and I'd sooner do without a meal on than ,miss one of them. That's talking some, I guess. But I still say Im very fond of Kirtland, and I'd be glad to see him get a square show with Jack. WILLIAM SANDT. Easton, Pa. Always glad to know Phil has such stanch friends, and we hope their faith in his eventually "making good" may be justi fied. Phil is as yet rather a character in the course of develop ment, and it is very uncertain just what the author means ttr do with him. Doubtless Mr. Stevens has it all mapped out, and possibly Kirtland may some day come to the front in a way bound to arouse the hearty enthusiasm of his admirers. What is good for lying awake nights? I used to drink coffee every meal, but gave that up a long time back. No good. Then I stopped taking tea at supper, but I kept right along lying there for hours with my eyes shut and my brain just crammed with every kind of thing. It never bothers me any in the daytime, only when I want to forget everything and sleep. Such a thing makes a fellow feel old and look bad, too. I am fourteen and strongly built. I guess there are few fellows who could Jeat me in all sorts of athletics. I have no bad habits except smoking cigarettes. Do you think they could hurt a boy in fine physical condition? Please let me know. DouGLAS C:oNNOR. Cincinnati, Ohio. Do we? Just knock off your cigarettes, young fellow, and see if you don't sleep soundly. Of course they are getting in their work, as usual, in an insidious way. Loss of sleep first, then loss of appetite, extreme nervousness, .and finally, perhaps, in sanity. We have knowq a young boy who took his own life sim ply through the injurious effect of the cigarette habit. Stop it before you become a perfect slave to the weed. It is well named "coffin nail," for each one you smoke is apt to bring you a step nearer the final scene. Take this advice, gi v e the cigarette the go by for a month, and ten to one you will enjoy such refreshing sleep that your good sense will never allow you to take up the injurious habit again. Turks and such people may indulge in it without apparent injury, but in this country, with its electrified atmosphere, and everything on the jump, few men can do it without injury to their constittttion sooner or later. Will you please tell me whether I am up to the average, or small for my age and height? I am 15, and measure s feet 4y,; inches. Around the chest I am 31 inches, while my weight is ro6 pounds. I have a long reach and a strong grip. My best point seems to be running, and among my ba eball friends I'm known as WHITE WINGS. Davenport, Ia. Yes, you are a little below the average; a co'uple of inches more about the chest would be better, while you could also stand a few more pounds weight. Still, in all probability, the more flesh you gain the le s s speedy you are apt to become. Build up your lung capacity and pay little attention to gaining weight. You were probably intended by nature to be a sprinter, and good lungs are of prime importance to anyone desirous of accomplishing big things in the athletic line. I am always deepl{' interested in the letters you print at the end of the story. I wisH you gave more space to them, but of course you could not do that without cutting the story short, and then I guess there would be a big howl all around I notice, however, that one of your competitors has of late taken to using the inside covers of the library for this purpose, and would aug-


0 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. gest that ALL-SPORTS do the same. I began reading about Jack Lightfoot just through accident, and. now it has become such a settled habit that I'd hate like everything to give it up. I could tell you some amusing experiences I've had with ALL-SPORTS if I had the space-of how two different gentlemen tackled me about reading "trash," and when I stood up for the story, how they read the same, and while one, the dominie, admitted re luctantly that it wasn't at all what he thought, the other, our good old family doctor-say, don't tell it, but he really and truly borrowed all my copies the other day, just to see if all the stories compared with the one he read. He's a jolly old fellow, is doc, and I've since learned that when he was young he played one season on Princeton's nine. Well, I must ring off, or you'll be dropping this effusion in the waste-paper basket. Please don't print my name if you put this in the Chat pages. Trenton, N. ]. A CRANFO!tD FAN. Your experience has been that of many. We do not wonder the doctor fell in love with ALL-SPORTS after he read it. Any man who ha5 been fond of college sport never fully gets over his weakness, and such stories as ours must stir his sluggish blood again, bringing back many thrilling memories of days long past. I think ALL-SPous is the best weekly published, because it deals with the boys as they are, just like everyday American boys. I have read every one up to date, and am going to have them bound. The only thing I don't like about them is that we get them out here only about every two weeks. Couldn't you fix it so we could get them every week regularly? I think all the characters are fine; in order, they would come something like this: Jack, Tom, Lafe, Nat, Phil, Brodie, Ned, and last, but not least, Jubal. Of the girls, I like Lily Livingston and, well, it's a toss up between Nellie C. and Kate S. Unlike most of the boys, I think jiu-jitsu is all right. A great many are raising the cry that it is a cowardly way to defend OMe's self. I say it is ;,ot. \Vas it cowardly when, in No. 21, Nat threw that villain, Simon Legree and perhaps saved him self a severe pounding? Again you might say, What is to pre vent the villains of the country from learning it and putting it. to a bad use? Well, I say, What is there to keep them from becoming pugilists and putting that to a bad use? I think there are two good reasons for upholding jiu-jitsu. First, it takes a good deal of brains; second, it takes lots of time and patience to learn it. But that's enough on jiu-jitsu. Now, I don't mean to say that the good old American way is not as good as jiujitsu, but I don't think, for defending one's self, it is any better or more honorable. Well, I will close, with what I think is quite a compliment to Mr. Stevens. I let one of my friends take No. IS of your li brary, and when he returned it, he said the ball game number was the only one, real or imaginary, that he ever became interested in, and he is pretty hard to suit, too. With the best regards to M. S! and the W. L. Co., I relllGlin (from the City of Destiny), A FRIEND OF NAT'S. Tacoma, Wash. I have read ALL-SPORTS for six months now, and would like to get the earlie( numbers Can I send the money: for them direct to you, or must I order through a news-d er? The stories suit me first-class, and I don't hesitate to recommend them to my boy friends. I think boys can learn lots of good things from what Mr. Stevens writes. And besides, in the pages at the end of each book I generally find a lot to interest me. One thing I've noticed, and it is this. Though there are some who think Phil should have a better show, not a single one has, up to now, said they believed him to be Jack's equal. They dare not. Jack has proved his sterling worth on many a hard-fought baseball field, and I don't doubt but what he will do the same when football comes to town. Mr. Stevens suits me better than any living writer, bar none. I read ALL-SPORTS al most holding my breath with interest. The characters live at the time, and I can see things move along just like a panorama. I hope he'll continue to write about the Craf\ford boys for years to come, for I'm dead certain I'll never be too old to read about Jack Lightfoot and dear old Tom and bully Lafe. Boston, Mass. GREGORY T. SMITH, JR. You can do either-if more convenient, send stamps to us and we will mail !fle earlier numbers; or else order through your dealer. Your letter does mllch to encour,age us, and we cer tainly thank you, and pr:nt it with pleasure. ( "llolf to do Things")-Continued from page the play till the end of the half, so as to prevent them scoring. There is one other important element entering into the game which must be mentioned at this point-the "fair catch." This is made from a kick by the opponents, the catcher taking the ball on the fly without anyone else on his side touching it and planting his heels in the ground on the spot the catch was made. He is entitled to a free-kick, the opponents not being allowed to come within ten yards of his heel marks while he and his team can retire toward their own goal and then kick-punt, drop kick or place-kick. He must make an actual kick of at least ten yards. The rules of off-side are in force. If in the run the ball is carried across the side line. it is out of bounds and must be brought back into the field Ot). a line with its point of crossing. It must be carried at least five yards in from the side lines and not more thm fifteen, announcement being made by the player before he enters the field of how many paces in he intends to carry it, teams lining up for scrimmage as soon as he has reached his position. When the ball has been carried down the field and across the end line, a "touch-down" is scored The ball is then brought out and a place-kick made for goal, the up behind their goal line. When near the goal, it may seem unadvisable to attempt to rush the ball, and he may try a drop-kick or place-kick for goal. If he attempt this within the twenty-five yard line, and fail, the ball is brought out only to the ten-yard line for the kick-off; that is, the line-up and play used at the be ginning of the game. The scoring is the point to con sider in choosing me hods. A goal from the field counts 4 points. A touch-down counts 5 points. A touch-down and goal-when the ball is brought out for the kick, counts 6 points. It may happen that the opponents get possession of the ball almost at the goal line. If advance is impossible, under certain conditions of the rules, these latter may then carry the ball across their own goal. Such play scores 2 for the opposing side, but it prevents the opponent getting possession of the ball in a dangerous place and scoring more. This play is called a safety, and gives the side giving it an opportunity to carry the ball out to the twenty-five-yard line and taking a kick-off. After a goal or touch-down, the ball is carried back to the center .of the field by the opponents for a kick-off. These may take the kick-off themselves or allow the team which has just scored to kick-off. The game is divided into halves of thirty-five minutes' play. After the first half comes a ten-minute intermis sion. At the beginning of the second half, the side which did not have the kick-off at the beginning of the first half now has it. The result is detenhined by the number of points scored in both halves. Touch-down and goal, 6 points ; touch-down without goal, S points; goal from the field, 4 points; safety, 2 points. Irll a practice game for beginners, the halves should not exceed twenty minutes in length. After the players have acquired some skill, the length of the halves may be agreed upon for a longer period ; but it is advisable, in practice, never to exceed thirty minutes' play to a half.


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' BOYS, 001\c:I:g ogT THg ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY "Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United .States." -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, don't you? Well, you can find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story i ; of generous length. You are looking for a big fiv e cents worth of good rea d i n g and y o u c a n get it h e re. Ask your ncvrsdeaier for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Like other good things it has its imitations. gJack Lightfoot, The Young N a!f1ralist; or, The Mystery of Thunder Mountain. Io-Jack Lightfoot's Team-Work; or, Pulling a Game Out of the Fire. n-Jack Lightfoot's Home Run; or, A Glorious Hit in the Right Place. 12-J ack Lightfoot, Pacemaker; or, What Happened on a Cenlury Run. 13Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Puncture; or, A 26-Jack Lightfoot's Hard Luck; or, A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. 28-Jack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The Jiu Jitsu Trick that FaUed to Work. 29-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton TlJrew the Hammer. 30Jack Lightfoot in the Box; or, The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. 1 Young Athlete Among the Hoboes. 31-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Find; or The New Man Who Covered "Short." 14-J ack Lightfoot, the Magician; or, Quellin g a Mutiny in the Nine. 15-Jaok Lightfoot's Lightning Battery; or, Kid naping a Star Pitcher. 16-J ack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and Hounds Over Cranford Hills. 17-Jack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jockey for Just One Day. 18-Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, A Traitor 011 the Diamond. I9-J ack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, How; Victory Was Snatched From Defeat. 20Jack Lightfoot in Camp ; or, Young Athletes at Play in the Wilderness. 21-Jack Lightfoot s D i sappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Li g htfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball 24-J ack Lightfoot's 1\1.ad Auto Dash; or, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-Jack Li g htfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 32-Jack Lightfoot, Archer; or, The Strange Secret an Arrow Revealed. 33-Jack Lightfoot's Cleverness i or, The Boy Who Butted In. 34-Jack Lightfoot's Decision; or That Chest nut of "Play ing Against Ten Men." 35-Jack Lightfoot, Pennant-Winner; or Wind ing up the Four Town League. 36-Jack Lightfoot's Pledge; or, Bound in Honor. 37-J ack Lightfoot's Nerve; or, 'A Desperate Mutiny at the "Gym." 38--Jack Lightfoot's Halfback; or, Playing the Giants of the League. 39-J ack Lightfoot's Gridiron Boy;; ; or, Leading a Patched-up Team to Victory. 40-Jack Trap Shooting; or, Up Against the Champions of the Gun Club. 41-J ack Lightfoot's Touch-down; or, A Hard Nut to Crack at Highland. 42-Jack Lig fafoot's Flying Wedge; or, How Kirtl a nd Won the Game for Cranford. 43-Jack Lightfoot's Great Kick; or, The Tackle .That Did Not Work. 1 1 :P :R. I C E FI'VE CE:N"TS. : For Sale by all Newsdealers, or sent, postpaid, upon receipt of price by publishers : WINNER LIBRARY CO., 165WestFifteenthSt., NEWYOR.K I


BUY IT AT ONCE many of our boys have bi c ycles, some have boats, others like fishing a n d shooting. A LL of these sports will be carefully dealt with in 'Tea cit the All-Sports Library. The stories will deal with the adventures of plucky lad s while ind11lging the Amert._ in healthy pas times and should be r ea d, therecan boy /tow ..,,,..,,,, to becom e an atlt-lt'! e and so la) th e fore, by every. boy who wants to learn all that is new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. foundatz'on of a con-sti'ltttz"on greate r tha11 \(I) t It a t of t It e Un t e d Stales." W i se sayings from Tip Top. ;;o L rkE all other good things The All-Sports Lz'brarJ has its imitations. We warn our boys to be careful not to be taken m W E think that the above o quotation from the fam. by these c ounterfeits. Be sure to get Tlt e All-Sports Library a s no other can compare ons Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the All-Sports Lt'brarJ' is attempting to do We firmly believe that if the American boy by all newsde a le rs, or s ent, postpaid, by th t! of to-day can only be made to realize how ure1y the All-Sports Lz'brary will give him a n insight into all matters relating to athletics, ottr library will attain the mightiest rea ched by any publication for boys J T would be hard to find a i s not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have pubhshe rs upon receipt of prz"ce. PR.ICE base b all, hockey, football and track teams and when these teams play their rivals, interes t runs high indeed. THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West Fifteenth Street a NEW YOR.K


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