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Jack Lightfoot's gridiron boys or, Leading a patched-up team to victory
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could have done it, but Tom seemed to be a bundle of steel his brave effort surely saved a goal for Cranford.


P blish S Note "Teacll tlle Amerfc:aa lley llow to 11ecoat1111te, aa4 Jay nae toall4atroa tor a eonstltattoa irreater num ma u I er of tbe Ualted 5tates."-WIM uylap from "Tip Top." There bu aever beea a time wbea the boy of tbl creat coaatry took ao k-aa latereat la all manly and healtbtrlvtnir sports u tbey do to-day. Al pNK>f of tbla witness the record-breaklair: thronir: that attend -c:o!Jese etrunles on tbe Ji1'1dlron, u well u athletic and bueball 1tames, and other teeta of endurance and aklU. la a multitude of other cbannei. thla love for the "111e strenuous" Is maklos Itself manifest, so tbat, as a nation, we are rapidly foritlnir to tbe troot as aeeken of bonest sport. Recoplzlng this "btndwrltlos on the wall," we have concluded that the time bu arrived to give this vut army of younit eathuslutl a publication devoted exclusively to invlir:oratlng out-door Ute. We feet we are justified In antlclpatlnir: a warm response from our stardJ' Amerlcaa boys, who are sure to revel In tbe atlrrlnr pbues of sport and adventure, tbrouir:h which our characters pan from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY 111'"4 WuIY lly Subsg-iJlio" SI.Jo Jn-y1or. Entn-1d aeeortlinr '" Ael of C4nrr1s.r in Ille y1ar rqos ,.,, tlu OQie1 of tlll Lwrarian o/ O>nrr, Wu'ttrt11n, D. c., by THE WINNER LIBRA R Y Co., r 6 s Wes t Fifteent h S t ., New Yi:>r.t, N. Y. No. 39. NEW YORK, November 4, 1905. Pric..: Five Cents. JACK LlfiHTFOOT'S fiRIDIRON.BOYS OR, LEADING A PATCHED .. UP TEAM TO VICTORY. By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack Ughtfoot, the best all-round athlete in Cranford o r v icinity, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after he had conquered a f e w of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doing-things while others were talking, that by degrees caused h t m to be looked upon as the natural leader in all the sports Young America delights ina boy who in learning to conquer himself put the power Into his hands to wrest victory from others. Tom Ushtfoot, Jack's cousin, and sometimes his ri-val; though their striving for the mastery was a lways of the friendly, generous kind. Tom was called the "Book-Worm" by his fellows, on ac count of his love for studying such secrets of nature as practical o bserver s have disco\ered and published; so that he possessed a fund of general knowledge calculaled to prove useful when his wandering spirit took him abroad into strange lands. Ned Skeen, of impulsive, nervous temperament, but a good friend o f Jack's. Nat Kimball, an undersized fellow, whose hobby was the study of and who had a dread of germs. Lafe Lampton, a big, hulking chap, with a n ever present craving for something to eat. Lafo f'.lways bad his appetite along, a n d p:-oved a stanch friend of our hero through thick and thin. Phil Kirtland, leader of the Academy boys, and Jack's riva l in all sports. Brodie 5trawn, Kate's brother and Phil's backer. Tim Tewksbury, a rowdy belonging to Mildale, who had once served a term lo the "pen,' and was in training for a second dose. Orer Sliver, Anson Hoir:ir. Bud Toliver, three members o[ the Mil. d ale football eleven. The OambrelJs, a pair o f young rascals, ready for any ill deed if there was money In it. Millard Rice, captain of the Mildates, and a clever, clean playe r Kiltie Strawn, "girl whose good opinion Jack desired. :; Kitty Toliver, Bud a sister, and a chu m of Kate S t r awn. CHAPTER I. KATE STRAWN's DIS C OVERY. Kate Straw n w as not o nly ex c e ed i ngly popular in Cranfor d b u t in t he su r ro u n d i n g towns w herever she w a s k nown. Every w here s h e had fri en ds among th e young peo ple ; for sh e w a s n ot only a beautiful g i rl, b ut a girl of kindly a nd pl e a s ant disposit i on, w h o made friends a nd kept them. On e of h er frien ds was Kitty T oliv e r of M i l dale, a sister _of Bu d" Toli v er who h as figure d as a member of t he Milda l e ni n e i n pre vio u s s t o ries. Kitty was o ne of he r newer a cquai n tances-a girl o f ab out Kate 's o w n a ge, liv ely a n d full o f fun K ate d i d not t hin k highly of B u d Toliv e r, chiefly b e c ause of some t r i c ks he had p layed a g a i ns t the Cran ford rli n e du r ing t h e b ase b all season, b u t s he did th i nk hi g hly of Kit t y She had gone up to l\'1il

.2 the river, where the dam backed up the water and poured it like a small Niagara into the stream below. This was the Laurel River, emptying into the upper end of Cranford Lake. It gave good water power at this point, and the result wa s the mills at Mildale. As Kate sat alone in Kitty's room, with the open, she heard v oices in the yard below and, looking down, saw Bud Toliver and some other young fellows who had ju s t c ome up the street and entered the yard. Bud and his c o mpanions came on into the )io use, and she heard them in the lower hall, and then ascend ing the stairs. Kate knew these youths by sight. They were, in addition to Bud Toliver, Greg Silver, Anson Hogg and Tim Tewksbury. And she did not like one of them. Tim Tewksbury wa s the young scoundrel who had gotten int o trouble with Jack early in the spring and had tried to fire the gym at Cranford. He had served a short term in prison, but was now out again. "I shouldn't think Kitty's brother would associate wi h such a ra s cal," w as Kate' s thought. The other bQys had done nothing criminal, so far as she knew, but she liked them no better for that. They had gone as near the criminal line as they dared on more than one occasion, in their efforts to get the better of Jack Lightfoot's nine. In that nine was Kate's brother, Brodie, her good friend Phil Kirtland, with other young fellows of whom she thoug it rather highly, together with Jack himself, who, it needs hardly be said, held the highest place of all in her estimation. The young fellows came softly upstairs and into a room across the hall. This was Bud's room, and she heard the door close on them. She was thinking again of the pretty picture made by the dam and the waterfall, with the hills beyond stiil showing some of the color of autumn. Suddenly Kate was startled. The transom above the door of the room the young fellows had entered was partly open, and, Kate's door being also slightly ajar, their talk floated to her quite distinctly. She discovered that they did not know she, or any one, was there, and they were talking about "doing up" the Cranford eleven. Kate's first impulse was to leave the room, for she abhorred an eavesdropper. She was half out of her chair, but sank back, when those words, showing they meant to "do up" Cranford, floated to her. 'Sh I" she heard Tewksbury caution. "Oh, there's no one on this floor," said Bud, reck lessly. "Kate Strawn and Kitty went out for a walk a while ago. I saw them." Kate had gone out for a walk with Kitty; but s had returned, which was a thing Bud did not know. "Brodie is one of the fellows we've got to be afraid of," was the next thing that reached her. Kate sat in her chair by the window, trembling. "Yes, pe's a slugger," said Anson Hogg. "A regu lar bull, when it con1es to driving through a line. we'll have to. get him out of the way, somehow." "And Lafe's another," said Greg Silver.. "Those four fellows-Lafe and Brodie, and Bob Brewster and Saul Messenger-are terrors. They re so big and strong, you know. Why, Tidewater simply couldn't hold 'em back, Saturday." "Well, you can't break up the whole eleven, and tq expect 'em to play," said Tewksbury. Greg Sil ver laughed. "They're pretty well smashed up already, I think." "How's that?" "Well, you see," said Silver, speaking to Tewksbury, who apparently had not witnessed the football game of Saturday between Tidewater and Cranford, "they lamed up some of their men in the scrimmages." "I'd like to ha v e s een that game!" "It was a hot lne, you bet! Cranford gave Tide water a surprise I tell you. They thought they had a rush line which couldn't handle, but they found out different." "And Tidewater's rush line is heavier than ours," said Anson. "I don't know about that," Toliver corrected. "I tell you it is," Silver insisted; "a good deal heavier." "I don't believe it." ""\lll ell, but you were going to say something," cut in Tewksbury. "Yes Cranford got of her men knocked out, and knocked ou t bad. Wilson Crane, their quarter back, twisted his ankle; and he's their best runner. Connie Lynch, their center, got a lame shoulder. And Reel Snodgrass hurt his leg, I guess. Anyway, he had a bad limp after the game. And I was told that P.hil Kirtland had hurt his wrist." "Seems as if Tidewater was murdering them?" "But you'd ought to have seen Tidewater!" said Silver, a lmost enthusiastically. "Why, when that


' \ ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 eleven got together after the game it made me think of a ward in a hospital." Kate Strawn still sat by the window, trembling. face was pale and she showed every indication of extreme nervousness. But she had conquered her desire to fly from the room. Even if this was eavesdropping, she wanted now to hear every word. So her ears were alert; and, though she seemed at times to be looking out at the tumbling water, she really did not ncitice it. She had been anxious for Kitty Toliver to return. Kitty had tarried downtown, to make some purchases. Now Kate wished she might remain downtown until these boys got through talking. For she was resolved to learn everything she could. Though it still seemed wrong to her, to thus hear the talk of Bud and the others, in Kitty Toliver's home, while they did not know she was near by, she maintained her seat and her air of listening determina tion. "I wandered over there on purpose to see how the game went," said Silver; "for I thought if anything happened we'd want to know it, so that we could take advantage of it. We're to play Cranford day after to morrow here, you know." "Those fellows won't be in condition again by that time," declared Hogg. "You bet they won't! They'll may be worse then than right after the game." Silver turned again to Tewksbury. "With Wilson Crane, Connie Lynch and Reel Snod grass hurt, and perhaps Phil Kirtland, too, if we can weaken their rush line, you see, we've got 'em." "Oh, we've got to do it!" cried Bud Toliver, en thusiastically. Kate felt that she hated him, when she heard him say that. "But how?" asked Tewksbury. "That's for us to figure out." "If we could only get Lightfoot out of the way," suggested Anson. "How's it to be done?" asked Silver. "What's your 1dea "My idea would be to beat him to a pulp, som/ time between now and the game," said Tewksbury, in a hard voice, for he hated Jack. "Who's to try that little trick?" Anson inquired, with a laugh. "I don't want it." "You're afraid of him?" "Well, you needn't look at me that way; you are, too!" "Get the Gambrell boys to do it," suggested Tewksbury. "That's the ticket!" cried Greg Silver. Kate heard him spat his knee with his hand. "Yes, Jim and Tom Gambrell would hammer him to pieces for ten dollars, and then light out of the county to keep from being arrested." The reader may remember the Gambrell boys as being the young scoundrels once hired by these same fellows to hold a certain school teacher who was to be kidnaped by them. By an accident, they kidnaped and held another fellow, who turned out to be a star pitcher.* "And they can be hired for the other work, too," said Tewksbury. "Sure thing!" agreed Anson. "Can the two of them get away with Jack Light foot?" asked Toliver, dubiously. "Some of us fellows can be on hand to help them, you know," was Silver's suggestion. "And we can help them in the other work," sa Tewksbury.' "I'd like to see Brodie Strawn laid so that he couldn't walk for a week." Kate's pale face turned red witJ:i anger. "We might work Lafe Lampton as those Highland fellows did," said Bud Toliver. "You know it was said that when he got sick and couldn't play, that time at Highland, that his dinner had been doped." "Do you think it was?" queried Anson. "Lafe didn't think so, I understood; but others d!p. Anyway, he'll any old stuff that is set before him, and the thing might be worked. Take out Brodie and Lafe, and you'd make a mighty big hole in Cranford's rush line." "That you would!" "And it's what we've got to do." "Do you think you can rely on that referee?" Tewkslbury questioned. Kate bent her head to catch the answer. "Sure thing. He'll favor us all he can." "Well, I don't see, if you fellows can work out the thing as you're planning, but that you can count on downing Cranford without any trouble," Tewksbury declared, with satisfaction. "I wish I was to be on your eleven." "Why can't you be?" asked Hogg. Kate could not see the savage look that came to Tewksbury's face. "Well, I'm in bad odor now, you know." *See No. 15, "Jack Lightfoot's Lightning Battery; or, Kidnaping a Star Pitcher."


\ 4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Maybe we can get you on, just the same, sa1a Silver, eagerly. "Then it's the understanding that we'll follow these plans?" queried Anson. "They'll work all right. I'll-" Tewksbury did not finish his sentence. Steps had been heard on the stairs. "That's Kitty coming," said Bud. "Mum's the word. Just keep still, and maybe she'll go out in a minute." The voices died away as Kitty Toliver's boot heels clicked on the steps near the top of the stairs. CHAPTER II. CLEVER KATE. Miss Kitty Toliver came on into the room occu pied by Kate, who had turned to the window and was apparently looking out toward the dam. ell, I had the greatest time downtown! Y. ou know Jim Springer? Why, what's the matter?" Katl could not drive that red flush out of her face, nor con :eal completely the agitation that had come to her, g00d actress though she was. She r ose to meet her friend. "\Vh what's the matter?" Kitty asked again. "N ( dng," said Kate, forcing a laugh. he t hought she heard a smothered exclamation across he hall in the room where those conspirators were, bit did not notice it. "\. :J, you looked so funny!" cried Kitty. "Did I? You startled me. That and those falls are awfully pretty. I've been looking at them ever since I came into the room." "Yes, they are pretty. Well, you know Jim Springer? He's an awfully nice fellow i and he walked up the street with me, and just at the corner, you know, where the confectionery store is, he stopped a horse that was running away with a buggy and a little boy." She held out a bag of chocolates. "And got you these?" said Kate, smiling now, hav r ing regained her equanimity. "Aren't they good? Yes, he got,' em for me. And the little boy that was in the buggy wasn t hurt in the least. My, I was frightened! I thought the horse was going right through that plate-glass window. Jim's awfully strong, and he got the horse by the bit, you know, and held on, with the horse dragging him. That scared me, too, for once I thought he'd go right under the horse's hoofs, or under the wheels." She flounced into a chair by the window. 1J T t 'f ,. HS too oao yu C:.v u 150 uvm .... t. !S a1ternoon Couldn't you stay longer? There's a girl uptown I'd like you to know; and then Art Foley-you don't know him, I guess-he asked me to introduce him to you." The color came again into Kate's face, "Who is he ?" "Mr. Foley is part owner of the upper mills, and he's Mr. Foley's son. I think you'd like him. He's awfully jolly." Kitty Toliver was rattling on in this manner, when she stopped suddenly, having heard a noise in the room opposite. -"What was that?" she asked. She was answered by her brother walking out into the hall with his companions. Having made a noise inadvertently, they now plunged out boldly, thinking that the better way. "Oh, it's Bu d and some fellows,11 said Kitty, relieved, taking another bite of chocolate. She stepped to the door and looked at them as they descended the stairs. "Did you know they were in there? I didn t.'' "I heard some one in there," Kate answered, evasively. ''I'm going driving with Jim to-morrow. If you'll stay over I'll have him get a double carriage, and he could speak to Art Foley. It would be awfully jolly, with the four of us. Art would go in a minute, I know. He's asked me twice to introduce you to him." Kate did not want to seem too anxious to go home though, since hearing the talk of the conspirators, she was wild to leave Mildale and hasten back to Cran. ford. So she sat in one chair by the window, while Kitty Toliver sat in the other; and the two ate chocolates and looked out over the dam and the hills, and talked of Jim Springer and Art Foley and of other young people in Mil dale. "No, I can't stay over," Kate answered, for the dozenth time, when Kitty insisted again that she must stay until the next day, when the two girls and the two young fellows named would go driving together. Kate did not see Bud Toliver until noon. Bud looked embarrassed when they met. Kate had resumed her usual manner, and, havi g now good control of herself, and being by nature a fine actress, she was thesame jolly, pleasant girl he had met before. Not a hint did she drop that she had heard knew anything, or guessed anything.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. s And Bud, who had much alarmed when he dis covered that she was in the room across the hall while that talk was going on, felt somewhat reassured. He believed that he was a good judge of character and faces, and that if Kate had caught any of that conversation he could have told it from her manner. Which sh s that he did not know Kate Strawn. Toward him she did not in the least change her manner. She was a guest in this house, and while there she would conduct herself courteously toward every member of the farpily. That was merely good breeding. And beyond that was the desire to conceal from Bud the fact of her important discovery. So, though Bud watched Kate closely, she was too clever for him. About two o'clock Kitty came out on the piazza where Bud was lounging and thinking over the matter that now filled his mind. "Kate's going home she said. "Will you hitch up, so that we can drive to the station? I've tried to get her to stay until to-morrow, but she's determined to go home this afternoon." Bud looked into his sister's face. "What's she in such a hurry for? Don't she like it here?" Oh, she likes it well enough, but she said she was going to-day, you know. Her mother expects her home this evening." ''That's the reason she gives, is it?" Why, what other reason could she give?'' Bud rose from his easy-chair. "Say," he said, standing before his sister, "you couldn't get her to stay here until after the football game, could you? It's day after to-morrow." "You've taken a liking to her, have you?" She smiled at him. "No, it's not that. But there are fellows in town who'd be glad to have her take a liking to them, I think. I just thought it would be nice for her to stay until after the game." "Oh, she'll see it, if that's what you mean I She's coming back to the game." "She might as welt stay over, then. Maybe she vould, if you'd coaxed her a little." "Answer me, Bud Toliver," cried his sister, laugh ing "why do you want her to stay? I believe you're stuck on her! And yet you seem to want to run away whenever she comes near you. This forenoon, when we came out into the back yard together, you simply scooted. Why do you do that, if you like her?" .ud's face had grown red .. His sister shook her finger at him, merrily, and that made it redder. "Have a care," she warned, "or you'll get Jack Light foot after you!" "I'm not caring for Jack Lightfoot, nor for Kate Strawn, only I thought it would be nice for her if she stayed here till after the game." He was hopelessly embarrassed. "Oh, I see through you, Bud! You're another one 'of her victims I warn you to look out for Jack Light foot. I believe she thinks a lot of him, and maybe that's why she's in such a hurry to get back to Cran ford. That would be my guess, if I was guessing." Bud was very anxious that Kate should not go to Cranford. But, he reflected, if she knew anything, she could communicate it to Brodie and Jack by letter as well as by seeing them; so that, really, it would do no good to have her remain away from there. Bud went to get the horse and put it in the shafts of the buggy. When the horse and buggy were ready, and Bud had driven round to the front of the house, Kate and came out. Bud studied Kate's face, as she came out of the door, and when she sat in the buggy. He was holding the horse by the head, and could see Kate well; and he made the most of this opportunity of studying her features. Yet he discovered nothing, for Kate now had her mask on. That is to say, her real thoughts did not show in her face; she laughed and joked, threw some remarks to Bud, and conducted herself as gayly and noncha lantly as if she had no burden whatever on her mind. oJt was Kate's ambition to be an actress, and she was certainly a star that afternoon. "Oh, she didn't hear a thing!" was Bud's thought, as she was driven away. 1<5 e couldn't act that way for even a minute if she had heard what we said in that room. But it was a narrow squeak. Gee! it made me feel queer, when we heard her in there, and knew she'd been in there all the time." CHAPTER III. KATE'S WARNING. When Kate Strawn arrived at home, and found that Brodie was not there, the first thing she did was to send a note to Jack Lightfoot. "Friend Jack," it said, "I wish you would call as


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. soon as possible. I've just got back from Mildale, and I've something very important to tell you." Jack Lightfoot lost no time in obeying that sum mons. Kate Strawn had never looked fairer in Jack's eyes than when she came out on tpe front piazza to greet him. For one thing, she was dressed extremely well and becomingly; and in the second place, her dark cheeks were flushed like roses and her dark eyes shone like stars. "Oh, Jack," she said, "I've got some most important news about the eleven at Mildale Come right in, and I'll tell you about it." She was telling him before he was fairly in the house. "They're going to whip you and Brodie so that you won't be able to play on the eleven, and they're going to drug Lafe, and use up the eleven generally." "That so?" said Jack, following her into the parlor, after she had taken his hat. "How're they going to do those pleasant things?" She sat down with him by the window looking out tl;J.e street, and told him all she had heard, and how 1'iad heard it. Jack knew that her discovery was important, before she was half through with her story. "Kate, you're a trump!" he cried, enthusiastically. "\Ve'll have to you a member of the eleven, or make you the mascot, or something." Sl:e laughed. "The eleven might hire me as a detective, don't you think? But, really, the thing startled me; and there's no doubt they'll try to knock out the eleven. Brodie-" "Will be able to take care of himself, I fancy." "But I'm going to warn him." "Of course." "And you'll tell Lafe and the others?" "Yes. Just as soon as I can." "You'll have to be on your guard all the time!" she insisted. "The time isn't long-day after to-morrow." "Mildal e is certainly the meanest place for work of that kind I ever heard of. Just see what they did last summer, in the ball games 1 I said I'd never attend another game in the town. I wonder what Kitty :I oliver would think if she knew?'' "Now that we know, we can be ready for them. If we hadn't had this warning, and they had worked out their plans, it would have torn our eleven all to pieces." "And put Brodie and you and some of the others in bed, no doubt. That would be worse than to lose the game." "Think so?" "Don't you ?"' She arched her thick, dark brows. Altogether, with her eyes shining so, with those roses in her cheeks, and this manifest interest in himself and the other members of the eleven, Jack almost felt that he admired her more than ever. She had never been more beautiful, nor more bewitching and fascinating than that day; and she w as a handsome and attractive girl. Jack admired Kate Strawn very much; so much that sometimes he felt embarrassed in her presence. He wondered why he never felt that when talking with Lily Livingston. "To lose a game is about as bad a thing as can hap pen," he said, smiling at her. "That's just my opin ion, of course. But a game lost now might put us in such a hole that we could never work out. As long as you can keep a nine or an eleven winning, that holds their courage up and makes them work better. I've found it so. It's when they begin to feel discouraged, or fear they may fail, that they're likely to fail." "And, of course, you want the football pennant, just the same as the baseball pennant." "We've declared that we're going to have it," he announced. "Is your eleven going to be weak, anyway, even if those Mildale fellows don't damage your rush line?" "Yes, it is," he admitted. He could afford to be quite frank with Kate Strawn. "You see, Wilson hurt his ankle pretty badly, and his father may not let him go into the game at all; and if he goes in, his ankle may go back on him right in some critical moment. Then, Connie Lynch and Reel Snodgrass received injuries, and so did Phil. I had to put in several substitutes in the second half, you know." "But you came out all right." She asked the question anxiously. "Sound as a dollar." "That's because you know how to save yourself when you fall. Brodie says that's wl\at it is." "Maybe it was luck," he answered, laughing. "But we'll have a pretty good eleven, even it we play some substitutes." "Yet it wouldn't do to risk too many substitutes." "No." "That's what Mildale thinks-that if you have to put in a lot of substitutes they can win. But they mustn't! After that, they oughtn't to get a single


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 touch-down; and I hope they won't. I've just got to see that game." "But you know you said you'd never attend a game in M ildale again." "I take it back; I'm going to this one." "And would have gone, anyway. Why, Kate, horses couldn't keep you away from one of the game s ." "I guess that's right," she acknowledged. "Brodie says r'm a worse crank on baseball and football than even he is. I'm going to take Rex, and string him all over with ribbons. I suppose it will be too col\! to tak e t he parrot ?" "Li kely. Better take Rex. He can stand any weat h er." "I'll take him. And we'll win A trick planned like that won't work, I think." "It certainly won't work now. We've to thank you for that." Aga in she flushed with pleasure. -" She looked out of the window. "Oh here comes Brodie!" Sh e flew out of the room, and ran to the door to meet h im. In a nother minute Jack and Brodie and Kate were discussing the conspiracy hatched against the Cran ford e l even at Mildale. e-'11 be ready for 'em!" said Brodie, grimly, while his dark; heavy face grew stern. "If any fellow at temp ts to hammer me to a pulp I'll try to give him the worst of it, now that I know what to look for." "But they're going to double on you," said Kate. "'Ther e will be three or four of them jump on one Cranfor d fellow.'' "\ e'll give 'em all they want," said Brodie, defi antly and angrily. "They're a contemptible crowd, tho se Mildale Yahoos." 1 he y are," Kate agreed. "It makes me sorry for Kitt) T oliver, that she has such a brother. Kitty's a nice girl, and it's too bad." l er brother won't look quite so handsome after I ge t t rough with him, if he jumps me!" Brodie growlej "We'll tell the fellows, and we'll all be on guard." "Anc you'd better keep close together, or in a crowd t gether, if you're out of the streets after night fall. K2 te suggested. "\\ e'11 look out for 'em!" gmnted Brodie. "Just let 'em ttythat little game." -CHAPTER IV. THE CONSPIRATORS AGAIN. Jack and his friends tried to "look out" for the Mil dale boys. Jack told Tom and Lafe, when they called on him in the shed room that evening; and when Lafe went home ward Jack and Tom accompanied him. That night Tom stayed with Jack, sending word by telephone, and not venturing home alone, for there was a chance that already some of the Mildale thugs might be in Cranford. All of the members of the eleven and substitutes were warned, and cautioned to keep quiet on the sub ject. "I'm the one that's safest," said Lafe, laughing and good-humored, as he ate away at an apple. "You see, they re going to try to hit me through my stomach; and on that day I won't eat a thing in Mildale." "You couldn't live through the day down there with-out eating,'' was Tom s answer_ "Who said I could?" Lafe demanded. "You did." "No, I said I wouldn't eat anything in Mildali>. I won't. I'll load up before I start; ahd take same ap ples and lunch with me from home. What I mean.. I won t buy a thing to eat there-not a thing. f course I'd have to eat something, or I could never t.a. 1

8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. friends in the cheaper part of the town, and had there all day. That night-the night before the day of the -Jack and his friends redoubled their vigilance. .' Not a thing happened that night. :_'. In the morning the Gambrell boys were gone; :md Greg Silver and the other members of the Mildale eleven, who had been seen in Cranford, were not fo be found. Kate Strawn was almost disappointed. She did not want Brodie and Jack to be attacked and possibly seriously injured; but it began to seem to her tlpt the members of the Cranford eleven would think she had exaggerated, or had not heard aright. She had heard correctly. There had been a sudden change in the plans -of the Mildale conspirators. When Greg Silver returned to Mildale and reported that the Cranford players were strolling round in groups of twos and threes, as if they were afraid to be alone, that was enough for Tim Tewksbury, who was a suspicious and accomplished young rascal. "They've twigged," he declared. "We've got to drop it and get another plan." "Name another plan," said Greg, disappointed be-' cause he seemed to be the bearer of bad news. "We've got to try a bold stroke."-Six of the members of the eleven, together with a number of the substitutes, were gathered, with Tim Tewksbury, in the stable behind Silver's home. Among those absent was Millard Rice, the captain. Rice was the phenomenal young pitcher who had arisen like a rocket !n the Mil dale nine ; and, having pr_oven his ability as a leader, as well as a pitcher, he had been unanimously chosen captain of the eleven that I fall. Rice was a clean, square young fellow, who would not have gone into a thing of this kind; and the con spirators, headed by Tewksbury and Greg Silver, knew it. Hence, this whole business had been kept from R!ce, and from all his close friends. The boys who were planning against Cranford were the worst members of the eleven, boys who had made so much trouble in the Mildale schools that they had driven away one of their best teachers through "rough house" work. That one of these young toughs was Bud Toliver, only shows that a nice girl may sometimes have for a brother a rascal who is fast graduating in the school of evil Silver was the real head of the conspiracy; and Tim T'ewksbm:y, the jail bird, was his abettor. Though not a member of the eleven, he hoped to be, and had a great against Jack Lightfoot. He charged Jack with oeing the cause of his imprisonment, instead of hon estly acknowledging to himself that it was a deed o.f his : own which really took him to jail. "What's your bold strike?" Silver asked now, speak ing to Tewksburfs answer fairly took away Greg Silver's breath. "Kidnap Kate Strawn!" All the fellows stared. "How woultl you do it? It couldn't be done!" said Silver. "We could try it." "And get ourselves into a lot of trouble." "Well, if you fellows are lacking in nerve, we can't put anything through." "We've got the nerve, all right; only the thing can't be done. She's at her home in Cranford1 and won't leave it till to-morrow, when she starts down here for the game." "Kidnap one of the other girls, then. There's Kate Conner." Nellie Conner; you mean." "And there's Jack's sister," suggested Anson Hogg. "There are several girls," said another. "There's Lily Livingston-I think that's her name-thatcame there with her mother last summer. She whoops it up for Cranford at all the games." "If of those girls could be captured and held, so that the people of Cranford would think that some thing awful had happened to them, the eleven would go all to pieces," said Tewksbury. Bud Toliver looked at him hard. He did not exactly relish this sugge sticm of kidnaping the girl who had recently visited his sister. "I think you want to break i!}to prison pretty bad!" Tewksbury rose up from the box he had been sit ting on. '"Say that again," he shouted, his eyes blazing, "and we'll mix right here, understand!" } The light of the lantern the boys were using in the stable showed the fire of his eyes. Bud drew back as if expecting to feel Tim Tewks bury's hard fist on his face, and put up a hand to ward off the blow. "Oh, here, no quarreling!" cried Anson Hogg. "Let him drop that, then!" Tewksbury gr.owled.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 "I'm out of the thing," said Toliver, in a rage. "Go on with your plans, but I'm out of !" "I reckon you'd tell?" said Silver, stepping toward him in a threatening manner. "Let up on this!" Hogg commanded. "He's mean enough to play snake, aU right!" Tewks bury grumbled, looking hard at1Bud. "I'll say nothing; but I'm out of it. I'm nobody's dog." "And I'm nobody s jail bird, understand! You know why I went jail that time; and you and a lot of others were as guilty as I was. If I'd played low down and peached you d have been in jail, too." "I didn't set that fire!" Anson Hogg pushed in between them again "Here! here!" he commanded. "Drop this, will you? We're not here to fight among ourselves." Bud Toliver retreated to the wall, but he did not leave the stable. "How'll you work that kidnaping ?" asked Silver. "You' ll have to work it out yourself," was Tewksbury's answer. He had been made wrathy. "But you'll help us?" "Not if I'm to be insulteg. Treat me right and I'll help you; otherwise I won't." "I didn't mean anything," Bud Toliver now apolo gized. "Well, when you don't mean anything keep your tongue in your teeth." Then they began to talk again of how they could "get ahead" of the Cranford eleven. Some did not favor the kidnaping idea, and it was finally dropped; yet no one could suggest anything bet ter. Hence, the manner of going to work to further weaken the Cranford eleven was still unsettled when, at a late hour, the young scoundrels separated. CHAPTER V. ON THE BEAUTIFUL LAKE. As has been said, Kate Strawn was almost disap pointed because nothing had happened. The day of the football game w'ith Mildale dawned cold and clear. "' There was heavy frost everywhere, and the morning air was sharp and tingling. Little pools of water showed ice. "A fine day for the game," was Kate's thought. She stood on the piazza looking out toward the lakei which the ice had not touched, except along the edges in the shallow. The sky was a bright blue, in spite of the and the lake also looked blue under it. It was almost as placid as a mill pond that morning. Brodie came out on the piazza while Kate was look ing down at the water. lake's pretty this morning," he remarked, glan cing at the blue water, and on to the further shore and the hazy blue of the distant hills and woods beyond. "And soon it will be locked in ice!" said Kate, re gretfully. "Well, think how much fun that will bring! I was looking at my skates this morning." "But it will stop the boating," said Kate; "and I do love boating." Brodie remembered tl].e remark. At a later hour he came back to the house. "I've been down to the boathouse," he said. "There's enough breeze for a sail, and the air's growing much warmer. If you like, I'll take you out in the boat. We won't have many more good opportunities." Kate's fine eyes snapped with anticipated pleasure. She turned back into the house. "I'll be ready in just a minute," she called, as she vanished. When she came out she wore a red sweater which came well up around her shapely throat, and on her head a warm, close-fitting yachting cap. Brodie viewed her with admiration. "You're stunning this morning, Kate!" he declared, with enthusiasm. "Think so?'' she said, with a smile. She caught up her skirt with her left hand, as she took his arm with her right; and together they passed through the gate, and walked down toward the boat house. This was the boathouse of the academy athletic club, and boats of various kinds were kept there Brodie, being a member of the club and having a key to the house, was privileged to use any of the boats whenever he liked. This was one of the things which made life so pleasant for the young people who lived close by beautiful Cranford Lake. Brodie got some young fellows who were down there to assist him in putting a light boat into the water. I In this Kate seated herself, and Brodie spreading the sail and taking the tiller, they were soon speeding over the surface of the sparkling water. ll'he wind was stronger on the lake'and cooler, and


IO -Kate drev, j he collar of the S\\r.eater cLs er about her throat, and burrowed into the warm cloak she had wrapped round her shoulders. Brodie Strawn knew how to handle a boat. He sent it first down the lake, round Tiger Point, and in the direction of Malapan River. Crossing the lower end of the lake, he turned along the wooded shore on the north side, opposite the and continued on along that shore to the upper end of the lake, near the point where Laurel River emptied into it. The distance was long, but Brodie, liking the sport himself, wanted to give Kate a good sail this time, in view of the fact that comfortable sailing weather was nearing its end. After a while the air grew warmer, and Kate turned down the collar of the sweater and threw back the cloak from her shoulders. "I think I like summer time best, after all,'' she said. Brodie laughed. "And next winter, when skates are ringing on the ice here, and the winter sports are on, you'll be saying that you think you like winter tiine best of all." She laughed with him. "Well, yes-, perhaps I will; fqr I do love to skate." "And think of the ice boating!" he urged. "Yes; and the hockey matches, and skating car nivals, and the coasting and tobogganing, and all that. I don't know, really, which is nicer, winter or summer." "Both," said Brodie; "both are best. Summer is nicer when it's here, and when winter comes then it's the thing. Perhaps it's the state of mind, as that woman said when lectured the other evening." "And the fall isn't at all bad," cried Kate, her enthusiasm evoked by the ldvely sail. "This is great!" "And the football game this afternoon wilf be greater!" "If you boys don't win, after all the talk those Mildale fellows made, I shall be disappointed." "I guess we'll be disappointed." "Yes. You must win !" "We'll make a big try for it, all right!" "Do you think it's possible for them to carry it?" she asked, anxiously. "Sure thing! Where would be the fun of playing against them, otherwise ? They've got a good eleven. And that new f elloV'.' they've got for a captain they say is a wonder. He was t4e pitcher last summer, you know." "Do you suppose he knows what those fellows of his eleven wanted to do "I 11 !1 't ltnagi ne so ... "Well, if he knows, and approves of it, he isn't a bit nice, even if he is a wonder as a player and leader." She was silent a moment, looking off at the woods as they glided along. ''Do you think he's as good a player and caprain as Jack?" "To hear the Mildale fellows tell it, Jack isn t in it with him." "I don't believe it!" "NDr J." ''You like Jack better than you did, don't you, Brodie?" She trailed her hand over in the water and did not look at her brnther. He was pulling at the sheet and shifting the tiller, so did nof notice her manner. "Oh, I like him well enough. Sometimes I get hot at him. But as a general t hing he's all right." -"And a fine captain and trainer?" "Oh, he's all right, as a general thing!" Brodie turned the boat and sent it across the mouth of Laurel River, and al ong the shore toward the south, inte11dirig to turn again there and head back to the landing in front of the boathouse, which was, however, now a considerable distance away. In fact, the boat house and othe,r buildings looked rather small from this point. Kate was looking at the shore which they were passing. A r en'tthose leaves pretty?" she said, as if to change the subject. The trees w.efe a lmost stripped of leaves. They were winrowed in the hollows, and rustled under the 'feet everywhere. But here was one tree, an oak, which still held a few leaves, and they were a bright scarlet still, in spite of the time of year. These were the leaves Kate referred to. Brodie turned his head and looked at the tree she pointed out. "They're low c;lown, and I believe you could get some of them for me she suggested. "If you want them," he said, willingly, and turned the boat toward the shore. CHAPTER VI. A PLAN THAT WORKED. 1 Ti;n Tewksbury and the other young fellows who had planned such daring things against Cranford were feeling rather blue and that morning.


ALL-SPORT.S II In the first place, they had been unable to agree among themselves upon any plan tlrat promised to work out well. They had gone to Cranford, and returned and gone to Cranford again. But the fact that the Cranford boy s seemed to have "dropped" to ?Omething, made them .. wary. They saw that the Cranford fellows kept together in groups whenever they were out where it was possible to attack them. As for kidnaping one of the girls, as suggested by Tewksbury, that scheme had at last been turned down, for the reasori tq.at they feared to attempt anything so desperate. They knew that might be considered by the courts a very serious offense, and none of them seemd willing to risk a jail bird like Tewksbury had been Besides, how to work the trick puzzled them, even if they could have agreed to try it. The girls remained close in town, and the plotters could not think of in vading their very homes for the purpose of carrying out their rascally designs Hence the Mildale boys began to feel that ii they won against Cranford that day it would have to be by fair playing. Their young captain was willing and anxious to try Cranford in a clean, square football battle. He was a good trainer and a good captain. He had selected his men carefully. That he did not like all of them did not matter. They were strong, lusty fellows, as well as active and wiry. They composed the best football players to be had in Mildale, and he had made the most of his material. He believed he had more than a good chance to win that day against Cranford. Already Mildale had taken a game from Highland, and Highland was considered by many as good a foot ball eleven as Cra nford and some thought it much bet ter. Cranford had not yet locked horns with High land on the gridiron. But while Millard Rice, the captain, was thus figur ing how to win honestly against Cranford, and believ ing he had a good chance, these other young fellows, without his knowledge, were figuring how they could dishonestly weaken the Cranford eleven, and thus make their chance of victory a certainty. They were not willing to run the risks of the game -the only thing which makes football or any other sport worth while-but felt that they mu s t have a certainty of winning,, it a__dead-sure thing, and spoiling, ii they could, all the sport element in it, by unfair and methods. Tim Tewksbury had been in Cranford all night, and the Gambrell boys had been there, without any chance coming their way. Now they were on their way home They had met beyond the town, and walked along the railroad together, cursing their luck. The Gam brell boys were in a particularly ill-temper because they thought they had "lost" the money they were to get for doing their share of the dirty work. Tim Tewksbury was in an ill-temper because he had, as it seemed, lost" this chance to strike at Jack Light foot and his friends, whom he hated. Tewksbury and the Gambrells left the railroad when some distance away from the town, and struck into the highway that ran along Laurel River in the direction of Mildale. The air had grown much warmer, and they were carrying on their arms the overcoats they had worn earlier in the morning. As they thus walked along the road near the upper end of the lake they saw the boat in which were Brodie and his sister. Tewksbury stopped and looked out at the boat, some distance away. "Hello!" he said, recognizing Brodie and Kate, though the distance was considerable. The innate craftiness of his nature made him draw back into the bushes and wave the Gambrells back. "It' s Strawn and his sister," he explained. Tom Gambrell laughed hoarsely. "They might as well be in the middle of the ocean 1 How're you gain' to git to 'em? Swim?" "Oh, we can t get to 'em of course." "He's turnin' toward the boathouse," said Bill Gam brell. "Yes, they'll land there," said Tewksbury. "First I knew they were out on the lake." "If we could be at the boathouse!" remarked Tom Gambrell, hungrily, thinking of the money he had "lost." "Couldn't do anything if we was there," said his brother "No, I reckon not." He seemed about to step out into the road again. Tewksbury pushed him back. Brodie was turning his boat. "He's coming toward the shore." They stood breathlessly watching Brodie's maneu :vers.


"By cracky, I he's gain' to land!" ctieu He shifted his feet in his excitement. "Yes, so they are," said Tewksbury, equally moved. "They're comin' right into that cove," was Tom's guess. "Sure thing!" said his brother. "Make a sneak along the road," ordered Tewks bury. "Crawl! When we get those trees and that rock between us they can't see us." He dropped to his hands and knees, and, creeping out into the road, began to move along it toward the east. 'f.he Gambrell boys imitated his example. When they stood up again, rocks and bushes inter posed and they could not see the boat. "Follow me!" said Tewksbury, softly. He broke into a run, and the other two rascals came tumbling after him, making as little noi s e as possible. Five minutes later they were crouching, panting, in a clump of bushes not far from the shore where Brodie was expected to make a landing. "Lay low, and stop that puffing I" Tewksbury com manded, though he was doing as much "puffing" as the others. He humped his shoulders und drew his cap down over his eyes; and, lying thus, stared out at the shore of the lake. They were scarcely hidden thus when Brodie and Kate came into view, Brodie leading the way and break ing some bushes to clear his sister a path. "Perhaps you'd better stay in the boat," he sug gested. They did not hear her answer, but she came on. "Do you think you can get them?" she asked, as she and Brodie stopped under the tree whose flaming leaves had drawn them ashore. He looked up into the branches. Most of the tree was as bare as it would be in winter, but this one bough still fluttered the colors of autumn as if in defiance of !he winter king. "I'll have to climb for them, I guess." Tim Tewksbury drew back, and, rising half to his feet in the thick screen, he saw that by shifting his posi tion a yard or so he could not possibly be seen, unless Brodie climbed high into the tree and looked in that direction. "Back here!" he whispered. When he and the Gambrells were where they were safe from observation, he rose to his feet, stripped off his coat, and turned the sleeves. "Turn your coats," he whispered, "so they can't kno w you L iv ely; fo r there s money in this for yQU fellows, if we can work it." The thought of pay was all that was needed to stir the Gambrells into a-etivity. All three turned their coats, making pretty effective disguises. "Now your caps!" whispered Tewksbury, ttlrning his own cap inside out, and putting it thus on his head. It had a colored lining, and that further disguised him. The Gambrells imitated his example. "Now, have you some handkerchiefs?'' He took out his, cut some holes in it for eyes, and, putting it over his face, knotted the ends at the back of his head. The GaJ\lbrell boys each brought out a filthy red rag which might by courtesy be called a handkerchief. Tewksbury assisted them in arranging these "Look at mer'' he whispered. "Would you be able to me?" "Not on your life,11 said Bill Gambrell. ''And I'd never be able to recognize you. Httstle, or they'll go back to the boat He .ied the way, creeping at a stooping posture through the almost leafless undergrowth. Brodie was in the tree, breaking off a twig that held some of the colored leaves; and Kate was looking up at hirri and talking with him. Neither saw the disguised forms that sneaked to ward them. Suddenly Kate gave a loud scream. Tim Tewksbury, slipping up behind her, had pin ioned her arms, drawing them behind her back. He and the Gambrell boys were prepared with cords in abundance, and one of these, which he had knotted / ready for the purpose, he slipped deftly over Kate's hands as he drew her arms back together, and gave it a pull that tightened it. She turned, screaming, and reeled as if about to fall, when she saw the hideously disguised youths who had attacked her. With an exclamation of surprise and rage, Brodie came sliding down the tree, forgetting the twig he had been so carefully breaking away. Bill and Tom Gambrell attacked him as he slid to the ground, even before his touched the earth. Brodie was a fighter, and now every nerve and mus cle was quivering with rage. He tried to tear himself loose from the hands that had clutched him from behind and swung a blow at the disguised face of Bill Gambrell.


' LIBRARY. 13 Bill dropped, without being touched, and seized Brodie by the legs. Kat e had fallen in a half faint, and now Tim Tewksbury came jumping to the assistance of the Gambrells. Brodie was being dragged backward, fighting with all might. T o m Gambrell had him round the neck, Bill Gam brell 'lad seized his legs, and Tim Tewksbury, rushing on him in front, caught him by the throat. Brodie's heavy fist smashed into Tewksbury's face, making the blood fly from his nose. R(Jaring with rage, he struck again, once more land ing en Tewksbury's concealed nose. A low oath was jolted from Tewksbury; but, aside from that, not a word had been said by the assaulting party. Still fighting wildly, Brodie was thrown down, or rather dragged down, falling on his back, with Tewks bury on t o p of him and the Gambrell boys holding him now by the arms. Even then Brodie was not subdued. He continued to battle like a wild cat. Roaring madly with rage, he half rose to his feet, with a]! three of the young miscreants hanging to him. His dark face was almost black with swollen wrath. For an instant it seemed that he would be able to shake his ailants free. But Bill Gambrell was still clinging to his legs, and Brodie went down, with the three boys clinging to him like leeches. Meanwhile Kate Strawn lay in almost a faint. Now she tried to rise to her feet. "Get a club!" Brodie yelled at her, when he saw her lift herself. Kate tried to obey. She struggled to her feet, as if to 1ay hold of the first club she could get her hands on, then screamed the knowledge that her hands were bound came back to her. Brodie was still fighting with wild desperation, and th e three fellows from Mildale were still clinging to h im, trying to subdue him withot seriously hurting h im. They did not want to injure him, for they meant to release him after the football game. If he was injured that might make it harder for them, if their identity should become known. They were powerful fellows, almost as strong as Brodie himself; and Brodie, as the reader knows, was not a weakling. Brodie threw himself to and fro, fought with hands1 fists, feet and legs, and even tried to get at his at tackers with his teeth. Kate tugged at the cords that held her hands, scream ing wildly, her screams serving to nerve Brodie to his utmost. But Brodie's strength was failing; and when at last Bill Gambrell, in desperation, struck him over the head with a club, Brodie fell back unconscious. He stiffened with a convulsive shudder that made Tim Tewksbury fear young Gambrell had killed him, and made Kate scream in terror. She started now wildly toward the boat, as if she meant to leap into it and sail it to the town for help. Tewksbury sprang after her and caught her by the hair, almost throwing her down. He still did not speak a word; but he drew a imife and waved it in her face. Kate flew at him, kicking him. If her hands had not been tied, she would have used them on his eyes. She would surely have tom that disguising handkerchief from his face, if no more. When she saw she could not reach the boat, and realized her helplessness, she stopped, quivering, and I looked at Tewksbury, who had her by the hair. "You scoundrel !" she cried, her words choking in her throat, and tears for the first time wetting her eyes. "You've killed my brother! Let me go to him!" Her dark eyes flashed and her bosom heaved. "Let me go to him, you villain!" she demanded. Tewksbury so far forgot himself that he laughed harshly. He took his hand from her hair. With weak steps she ran to Brodie. She knelt over him and looked, with streaming eyes, into his face, while the Gambrell boys drew back and regarded her uneasily. "My, but she's a handsome tigress when she gets her blood up!" was the thought of Tim Tewksbury. ''Brodie!'' she screamed, for she thought at first that he was dead. Brodie was temporarily knocked out, but he was far from dead. That screaming of his name in his ear roused him. He half struggled up, and looked round as it dazed. He put his hand to his head, while the world seemed to spin round giddily. "Oh, yes-Kate I" Tom Gambrell jerked Brodie's hand down and shot a slip noose over it. Bill Gambrell attacked Brodie on the other side, seizing his other hand. Tewksbury again leaped in; and, though Brodie


ALL-SPOR -a.gain fought, and Kate kicked and screamed, they had Brodie snugly tied almost no time. "What's the meaning of this outrage?" Brodie de manded, his voice hard and his eyes bloodshot. His brain was still whirling and his head thumping from that blow, but he knew where he was and remem bered the circumstances of the fight. He got no answer, even when he repeated the ques tion. "Speak!" Kate screamed at the young rascals. "What do you mean by this ?" For reply, Tewksbury caught her by the arm and marched her, struggling, toward the woods. The Gambrells lifted Brodie and almost carried him in the same direction between them. "You scoundrels! You low-born villains!" he raved, digging his feet into the ground at first and refusing to advance, and then yielding when he saw that he must yield if he kept near Kate. "It's the fellows from Mildale !" screamed Kate, a sudden inspiration coming to her. Then Brodie raved again, and fought, and cursed those who had hold of nim and Kate. But curses break no bones ; and he was dragged on, with Kate, deeper into the woods. CHAPTER VII. THE DISCOVERY OF THE EMPTY BOAT. Brodie and Kate did not return to the boathouse, nor did they appear at home for the midday meal. Jack was rallying the members of the eleven and their substitutes, and a considerable contingent of friends had gathered in the street near the center of the town, preparatory to moving on Mildale, before a suspicion that anything was wrong came to the parents of Brodie and K;.:i.te. I The first that Jack and his companions heard of it was when Lily Livingston came down to the street and inquired excitedly if Brodie was there. "He hasn't come yet," said Jack. "Well, he isn't at home! They've waited an hour for them there and are growing anxious. They went out for a sail in the forenoon. Has anybody seen their boat?'' Norwell Strawn appeared on the scene right behind Lily Livingston. He was the father of Brodie and Kate, and was one of the prominent and wealthy men of the town, and the proprietor of the big dry-goods store on the main street. He repeated Lily's question "Does anyone know if their boat is in?" he uneasily. Yet he could not yet think that trouble had c o me to the boat, on so fine a day as that, when it was known that Brodie was so good a sailor. "The bo't hadn't come in a while ago," sa i d Jubal Marlin. "I was daown to the bo'thouses not more'n fifteen minutes ago." Strawn's anxious face whitened. "l!m afraid something has happened!" Jack saw Mrs. Strawn walking hastily and nervously down the street. "Fellows," he said, speaking to those close b y him, "we'd better to go down to the lake and make some inquiries." "Mildale ?" said Tom, as a question. "Hadn't thought of it," Jack acknowledged. "Bt -they went boating!" "And that seems to cut out Mildale." I Jack and Tom, and Lafe and Ned, and most of the others, started at a jog trot toward the lake. They went first to the boathouse, where they saw that the boat had not been brought in; and then ran rapidly down to the shore. "Hello! what's that?" Jack cried. His eyes were keen, and far away, down toward Laurel River, he saw what looked to be a floating boat. The sail was flapping idly and the boat was car e ening as it drifted. "Looks as if there's been a spill," said Tom, with a gasp. "Fellows," said Jack, "hustle out some boats; got to look into that." The boats were brought out at a run. The first one into the water was a four-oared shell, into which Jack jumped, with Lafe, Tom and Phil Kirtland, Jack taking the stroke oar. "Pull away!" he ordered. The shell shot through the water, with e very ::ower bending to his oar. The sailboat had drifted for some distance from near the mouth of Laurel River out toward the middle of the lake, propelled by the current of the river.


A1.L-SPORTS LIBRARY. 15 \Vhen the four-oared shell reached it the boys saw that it was empty. Phil, near the bow of the shell, jumped from it into the sailboat. "Looks as if there'd been an accident," he said, gravely. Crafty Tim Tewksbury had meant that it should look as if there had been an accident. After capturing Brodie and Kate he had turned the sailboat adrift in that manner, pushing it out where the current from the river would strike it and carry it out into the lake. Jack looked at the boat and out over the lake. "Let it drift," he said; "the other fellows will pick it up. Maybe it got away from Brodie. I think we'd better follow the shore around." The shell shot away again, this time toward the shore, and then along it until the mouth of Laurel River was passed. Finally the rowers rested on their oars. They had been talking as they rowed. All were uneasy; yet the fact that Kate had dis that the Mildale bovs were plotting against the Cranford eleven made them think it possible some Mil dale rascals were at the bottom of this. Besides, they knew that Brodie was an excellent sailor, and it did not seem possible that he and Kate could have fallen into the water from the boat. Some other boats by this time had picked up the sailboat. The shell was now turned toward and, after a little, all went on toward the boat landing, with the sailboat being brought in by a couple of Cranford boys. A crowd had by this time come down to the landing. In this crowd was Tim Tewksbury, who sauntered along with some others who had just arrived from the town. "Drowned, maybe, you say?" he was saymg to a Cranford woman, of whom he had inquired what the commotion was about. "I don't believe it." I He hurried faster, after asking that question and making that statement, and was not far away when Jack's crew drove the shell to the landing and began to answer the questions fired at them. Mr. and Mrs. Strawn were still inclined to be hope ful, for they knew that Brodie and Kate were both reliable and cautious. Yet they were undeniably nerv ous. When some one suggested to Strawn that .it might have been the work of enemies of the eleven, as some such talk was going round, Strawn's face flushed slowly with anger. "If it should turn out so," he said, speaking with de liberation, "I'll spend every cent I've got to send the rascals that did it to the penitentiary." Tewksbury heard this, and it did not make him feel comfortable. Nevertheless, he remained in the crowd, listening to what was1said. He was not a member of the Mildafo football eleven, and he seemed to reflect that some of the remarks he heard could not, therefore, be aimed at him. But he was uneasy. Jack a,nd others went uptown, where they made further inquiries, trying to find some one who had seen Brodie when he sailed. -Tewksbury was still with the drifting crowd, when it surrounded Jack and his football eleven, as it gath-. ered again on the street. "Shall we go to Mildale ?" Jack asked. And at the same time answered his own question by saying: "I think we'd better let the game go by, and make a search for Brodie and Kate." Tim Tewksbury looked at his watch, and then softly made his way out of the crowd. CHAPTER VIII. THE MESSAGE FROM BRODIE. Brodie and Kate had been bundled, with their hands tied, into a little hut back -in the woods, a short dis tance from the lake. Originally this hut had been built by duck hunters, who came there at night and waited for the early morn ing flight of the ducks as they passed across the end of the lake. It was well screened by bushes and could not be seen from the lake shore. Yet Tim Tewksbury had known of its existence, and had it in mind when he effected the capture of Kate and her brother.


( j\L .-SPORT Brodie had lapsed into a condition of sullen rage. He could not get the cords off his wrists, and they held his hands behind his back and cut painfully into t1J. e flesh. Kate's physical condition was the same. She had cried violently. Her face was flushed and tear-stained. Outside they heard the low talk, and from time to Tewksbury looked at Brodie as the latter read through this. He held it down where Kate could see it, when Brodie finished. "You're a scoundrel!" said Brodie. Tewksbury did not seem to hear him. He thrust the paper into his pocket, and, producing time the footsteps, of their captors, the Gambre11 boys. t b k t h t f t d h Id t t t a no e oo ore a s ee rom i an e I ou o Tim Tewksbury had gone to town; but, of course, Kate and Brodie did not know that. The time passed slowly. At times Brodie raved. :Then again he and Kate discussed their situation, won dered what was meant by their captors, guessing that jt had something to do with the football game at Mil dale, and questioned each other as to the probable time they would be held there. After a long period, one of the masked figures pushed the door of the hut open and came inside. It was Tim Tewksbury, who had returned from town, running all the way, as soon as he was free from observation. Tewksbury had seen from Jack's tone and manner that the football game was off for that day at Mildale, unless something was done. If Cranford refused to play Mildale, even though the game might be given to Mildale by default, Cran ford's reason for refusing would be so good that Mil dale could hardly hope 1:0 boast of a "victory." Having reached the hut and conferred in whispers with the Gambrells, had some lines in a disguised hand on a sheet of paper with a pencil. He held this writing in his hand as he entered the hut. Brodie with a pencil, still without a word. Brodie glared at him. "Write something," Kate suggested. "I will!" Tewksbury stooped and put a noose round Brodie's ankles, and then going behind him untied his right hand. The paper and pencil he had tendered lay on the flo6r in front of Brodie. "I'll write it," said Brodie, fiercely, "and later I hope to see you in the penitentiary!" / Tewksbury did not seem to hear this. Brodie began to write, and he was satisfied: "We are all right, except that I've got a sore head, and am mad clean through. Vv e were captured by some fellows in disguise when we landed from the boat. We are held--" Tewksbury put his hand over the writing, as if to warn Brodie that such a statement would not be carried. Brodie took the hint, and left the blank as it appears above; then went on : "Kate is well. Don't worry about us. Tell Jack and the eleven to go to Mildale and wallop the eleven there out of their boots. BRODIE STRAWN." He thrust it out at Brodie; and, though the light Tewksbury smiled behind his mask when he saw was poor, Brodie could read it. what Brodie had written. It said: He picked it up and put it in his pocket. "Your friends in town will be anxious about you. If you want to send them word you may do so. Whatever you write, if it does not reveal to them where you are held, will be taken to them, to relieve their anx iety. We don't intend to harm you. We'll tie your feet, and then release one of your hands so that you can write. No use to ask me questions, for I am deaf and dumb." As he did so, Brodie caught him. by the arm and tried to drag him down with his own free hand. "Help me, Kate!" he panted. Kate jumped to her feet and tried to help him, even though her hands were tied behind her back. Tewksbury shook Brodie off, and whistled sharply, and the Gambrells rushed )n.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. l7 Brodie saw that injury to himself and his sister were the only things that could come if he made a further fight; so he submitted, wrathful and raging, and was bound again. The three young miscreants disappeared from the hut. I Tewksbury took Brodie's note from his pocket and gave it to Bill Gambrell. "Get this to town and into the hands of Lightfoot, or some of the Strawns, or their friends, quick!" he whis pered. Bill Gambrell took the note and struck out through the brush at a hot pace. CHAPTER IX. ON TO MILDALE. Jack Lightfoot and his eleven and substitutes had decided not to go to Mildale, but to organize themselves into searching partie s and begin a hunt for Brodie and Kate. They still refused to believe that there had been any fatal happening, and were still inclined to think that the Mildale conspirators were responsible for the dis appearance of the brother and sister. Nevertheless, it seemed their duty begin sys tematic searching, and they were ready to begin it. They were in their football clothing and had gone again cfown to the lake. The boats and shells were still in the water at the landing. Suddenly a ragged boy came up to Jack and tugged at his sleeve. Jack turned and saw one of the small boys from the west end of the town. That was the pobrer quarter, where the friends of the Gambrells lived. The boy held up a note. "They're all right!" Jack cried again. "Brodie and Kate are all right! Here's a note from Brodie." He held it up, and fairly yelled its contents, so that all might hear. His face was radiant. The color had come back into it. A moment before he had been pale with anxiety : Tom took the note, and others, and the crowd surged forward to read it, all anxious to see the note itself, even though Jack had shouted its contents. Jack turned to the boy. "Where did you get that?" he demanded. "A feller give it to me." "Who was he? Tell me who he was." "I couldn t see him. He had a hankcher over his face." "You're lying!" said Jack, to scare the truth out of him. "I ain't, neither!" the boy asserted. "He give it to me, and a dime, and told me to take it to you quick's I could, and I did." He helCl up the dime. "Where was this?'' "Right at the aidge of the town-right close by my house." Jack knew where that was. "You' re telling the truth?" Dozens were now crowding round the boy, firing questions at him. But the little fellow was telling the truth. Bill Gam brell had been masked when he gave him the note and the dime, and the boy had not recognized him. Seeing that boy was speaking truly, Jack let him go. "I got a dime, anyhow!" the little fellow cried, jabi lantly. "Gee! I got a dime!" He clutched it in his dirty fist. "What shall we do, fellows?" said Jack, and his Jack snatched it, and read it. It was the note from voice thrilled. "Brodie says for us to go to Mildale Brodie. and wallop that eleven. Shall we do it?" A yell came from Jack's lips. "They're all right, fellows!" he cried, waving the note, but keeping his hand on the shoulder of the boy, who had seemed to want to dart away as soon as the note was delivered. Eagerness blazed in his face, as well as indignation against the miscreants who had captured and were holding Kate and her brother. A wild yell broke from the crowd, in which the eleven and the substitutes joined.


18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The whistle of the train that was to carry the eleven to Mildale was heard. It was yet a mile away, and would stop in the tm m almost five minutes. "Somebody ought to make the search," Jack went on. "But that can be done. Parties can go to the woods at the west end of the lake, and along the shore. Brodie is held somewhere, with Kate; and they ought to be released. But there's plenty to do that. Shall we all stay and make the search, or shall we go to Mil dale ?" "To Mildale !" was the wild shout. "If we do go, we'll wallop that eleven for this if we never win another game in our lives. They're at the bottom of this." So everybody felt. Jack saw Mr. Strawn, who had driven down to the shore of the lake, and was just now reining in. Jack ran to him with the note from Brodie and put it in his hands. "Good news he shouted, as he did so. "Brodie and Kate are all right! That's from Brodie, and 1 's his handwriting." Strawn's hands shook as he took the note and read it. "Thank God!" he said. "And we're wondering," said Jack, ''-whether we ought to go on with the search we've been planning, or go to Mildale, as Brodie requests." A sudden fire flamed in Strawn's face. The fighting blooa of Brodie Strawn ran red, also, in the veins of his father. "Go to Mi1dale with the el1even !" he said, his voice snapping. "I'll organize and direct searching parties. W find where Brodie and Kate are held, and I'll see that the scoundrels guilty of this consummate outrage are properly punished for it." He looked at "Yes, go to Mildale," he repeated. "There's the r train! Have you time?" "We can catch it," Jack answered. It was a foot race for the train, after that. Near the center of the town Jack came upon Nellie Conner and Lily Livingston. "To the train!" he said. "It's just pulling in. It stays here dver three minutes, and we've got time. Brodie and Kate are all right. We've got a note from Brodie. They're being held somewhere, we think by the Mildale in order to break up our eleven. I've just seen Mr. Strawn, and he wants us to go and wallop that eleven,just as Brodie does." He caught Nellie by the arm and fairly swept her along with him. Rex, the shepherd dog, called by Kate the "mascot," came frisking at Lily's heels. He had no ribbons on him, however. When Rex played mascot under Kate he was always strung with bright ribbons. Rex ran on after Jack and the others to the station. "But are y o u sure?" Nellie was protesting. "Sure!" cried Jack, with delight. "He didn't say where he and Kate are, but they're held s o mewhere, and we know it's b y the Mil d ale fellows. You know what Kate overheard there." Jack had left the note with Mr. Strawn. "Oh, it's too good to believe!" Nellie did nQt mean it was "too good to believe" that Brodie and Kate had been kidnaped and were being held somewhere, but that it was "too good to believe" that nothin g serious had befallen them. She and Lily Livingston showered Jack and the other fellows with questions, as all ran for the train. The train was ready to pull out when they scrambled aboard, breathing hard from their sharp run. An electric thrill seemed to have been communicated. to every member of the eleven and their friends. So many people clambered aboard the train tfiat the conductor, who had been about to shout "All aboard" and signal to the engineer, stayed his hands, and per mitted the last one to get inside, before he signaled for the train to pull out. A crowd of Cranford people, enthusiasts and rooters for the eleven, friends of the eleven, and others who d.elighted in a football game simply for its oyvn sake, filled the train now. They were a lively party. The one subject was the kidnaping, the note from


TS LIBRARY. 19 rodie, the coming game, and specula tions a had actually happened to Brodie and Kate. With these were mingled threats of what they would do to the young scoundrels who were supposed to be holding Brodie and Kate prisoners. And thus the train rolled into Mildale. Jack and his friends had still time to get down to the football grounds before the time for the game to be called. CHAPTER X. THE PATCHED-UP TEAM. Greg Silver, Bud Toliver, Anson Hogg and all the oilier members of the eleven of Mildale were out on the gridiron, together with their captain, young Millard Rice, who was in total ignorance of the schemes of the conspirators. "I suppose you fellows think that's a great trick!" cried Phil Kirtland, as he and the Cranford eleven came upon the field. "But we got a note from Brodie, we're here to do you up!" He said it fiercely, for he was angry, and the Cran ford enthusiasts crowding behind him yelled wildly. The reddish face of Millard Rice reddened still more, and lrts light-colored eyes closed to slits. t "I don't think I understand you," he said, curtly. 'We've been up to no tricks." "What are you talking about?" blustered Greg Sil ver, looking at Phil. "Oh, you don't know, of course?" sneered pugilistic Saul l\{essenger. He had once "hammered" the face of Greg Silver, a thing which Silver had not forgotten, and Saul looked as if he longed to do it again. "Oh, you don't Saul repeated, sneering. "Some of you fellows, or somebody hired by y ou, cap tured ;Brodie and Kate Strawn, and they're now being held some place, in order to knock out our eleven. But we're onto the game, see?" He glared at Silver, and apparently was waiting for Silver to say he was a liar, when he meant to jump on him, for Saul dearly loved a fight. But Jack put a hand on Saul's sho ulder. "Not now!" he whispered. "This isn't the time. We mustn't have a fight noyv. There's a big crowd here, you know." Greg Silver heard this, and it emboldened him. If Saul was not to be permitted to attack, then, of course, he was not afraid of him. "That isn't so," said Millard Rice, a deep flush on his face: "We're here to play clean football this after noon. You fellows are always claiming there's dirt on our side. There's none of it to-day." "Wow!" squalled Saul in disbelief. "Your eleven are a--" Jack pulled Saul away. "We'll settle this thing on the football field !" said Rice, speaking to Jack. "All right," Jack answered, sharply. "We're ready for you." Then he looked at young Rice. "I'm willing to believe that you don't know anything about this. Yet it's a fact that Brodie Strawn and his sister have been captured and are being held some 'Yhere. We got a note from Brodie. From what it said I know he thinks some members of your team are in the scheme." "My men are all here!" said Rice. "Yes, they are. But that doesn't prove that they've not been doing dirt." "Are you ready for the game?" "We protest against the referee." "The referee's all right." Jack took Rice aside. "See here, Rice," he said, kindly, "I don't want to raise a row; but Kate Strawn, while visiting at Toliver's here, overheard some talk by Anson Hogg, Bud Toli ver, Greg Silver and Tim Tewksbury, which showed her that those fellows were planning some devilish scheme to break the Cranford rush line; and that the referee chosen for the game was expected to favor your men all he could. I don't want to spread this all over town, for Kate might not like it, and I won't, un less I have to do it. But the whole thing becomes public property if you force me to publicly protest against the referee. We want another referee, see?" Rice a little. He saw that Jack was speaking the truth.


20 ALL-SPORTS "I don't know 'anything about this," he protested; "it's the first I've heard of it." "I believe you, but we've got to have another referee." "All right; I'm willing. I want to do the square thing. We think we can beat you fellows fair and square. So we'll pick another referee." After some trouble another man was selected. The spectators, not knowing the cause of the talk and why there should be so much delay, began to grow impatient and to show it by their words and calls. But the elevens were ready at last. Jack was leading a team that was badly patched up. Wilson Crane was out, because he had not yet recovered from the twist given to his ankle at Tidewater. Connie Lynch, center, was laid off because of his lamed shoulder. Reel Snodgrass had played the last half at Tidewater with a limp which he contrived to conceal, but now had a swollen knee and could not take part. And Phil Kirtland had hurt his wrist. Yet Phil was going pluckily into this game, saying that he was about as good as new again, though he knew he wasn't. In addition, Brodie Strawn, Cranford's powerful left guard, was missing. Truly, when these gaps were filled by substitutes, it was a badly patched-up team which Jack led on the gridiron. Mildale had won toss, and chose north goal, from which the wind was blowing. The lineup was as follows: CRANFORD. POSITIONS. MILDA LE. Jubal Marlin left end Walter White Mack Remington left tackle Jake Peggotty Bob Brewster left guard Anson Hogg Ario Kilfoyle center Carl Peterson Lafe Lampton right guard Sam Martin Saul Messenger right tackle Luke Armstrong Ned Skeen right end Bob Sullivan Nat Kimball quarter-back Jim Harrity Jack Lightfoot left half-back Bud Toliver Phil Kirtland right half-back Greg Silver line had fallen back, and the player were nervous and ready for the work. Jack's eleven thought of Brodie and Kate; Millar"d Rice and the honest members of the Mildale eleven be lieved they had been insulted and burned to avenge it by winning the game. There was an instant of silence. Punk! Propelled by Jack's toe the pigskin went flying to ward the Mildale goal posts. Millard Rice was ready for it, and caught it on the ten-yard line. Every player was in motion. Rice tried to go round Cranford's left end with the ball. He was a swift runner, and a clever dodger, and he had good interference-Luke Armstrong and Bob Sul-livan swinging in to protect him from the tacklers of the Cranford team. He bowled over Jubal Marlin, who missed making a,.. tackle by scarcely a foot of space, and crossed the cen ter line. Here Lafe Lampton came at him in a tiger jump; and, throwing himself as if charging the dummy at I home, he caught Rice low round the legs, and both went down. The ball was down on Cranford's fifty-yard line; and here came the first lineup for a scrimmage. The players, in stooping postures, crouching to spring at each other as soon as the ball was in motion, faced each other thus : CRANFORD. Jubal Marliin, left end. Mack Remington, left tackle. Bob Brewster, left guard. Ario Kilfoyle, center, or snapper-back. Lafe Lampton, right guard. Saul Messenger, right tackle. Ned Skeen, right end. MILDA LE. Bob Sullivan, right end. Luke Armstrong, right tackle. Sam Martin, right guard. Carl Peterson, center, ot snapper-back. Anson Hogg, left guard. Jake Peggoty, left tackle. Walter White, left end. Behind these two lines were the quarter-backs-Nat The chattering of the spectators stilled as Jack LightKimball behind Cranford and Jim Harrity behind Mil-Tom Lightfoot full-back Millard Rice foot stepped into position for the kick-off. dale; then the half-backs-Jack Lightfoot and Phil


RTS LIBRARY. 21 d behind Cranford, and B irl Tolin'.r :rncl Greg ehind Mildale; together with the full-backs. htfoot behind Cranford and Millard Rice be-Mildale. his was the lineup for each scrimmage, if this is borne in mind, or ref erred to the reader can st the positions always occupied by the players they faced each other in the scrimmages. ball was in the possession of 1\f.ildale. Harrity, quarter-back, called the Mildale signals almost breathlessly : ale used letters for signals. first two letters, in this case were the real sig e others being called to "blind the Cranford and they w ere orders i n s tructing Luke Arm right tackle to take the b all and dri v e for an through the Cranford c e nter, the position held o Kilfoyle for .they believed that was a weak the Cranford line. these plays and many more had been practiced nd again, so that the plays to be tried were and the signals were as re a dily understood otds had been spoken in gi v ing the order. s the quarter-b ack uttered his command s or s ig tlle ball c a me back to him fr o m the hands of the er, or snapper-back and he pas s e d it with a quick ion Armstrong, after making a bluff of giv(; it to Sam Martin, the right guard, who stood close artin pretended to hug the ball and ran like a toiv a rd Mildale's left end, with a runner with ; but Luke Armstrong dro v e at Ario Kilfoyle, and, tcd by the left guard, the center, and the two es, tried to open a p ass age there for the ball. 'Hold 'em! roared Lafe Lampton. "Hold 'em!" yelled Jack. Kilfoyle was hurled back and fell. 'Ihe two lines swayed and trembled ack and the other Cranford players knew that the nner going to the left had not the ball, but that Armstrong had; they had guessed, too, that Mildale, under the command of her shrewd captain, would strike this weak spot in the line. Luke Armstrong was a powerful fellow, and he fairly lifted Lafe, who clung to him like a bulldog. The line was too strong for him, however, even with Kilfoyle down on his back; and Armstrong fell, with the ball under him. The referee, who had been sighting and squinting into that tangle of legs and arms, and heads and bodies, blew his whistle. I The ball was down. Armstrong had advanced it into Cranford territory three yards. Instantly there came another scrimmage. The signal s were riot the s ame and Jack thought the line would be struck somewhere else. But young Rice was "up to snuff." He had two sets of signals. Though these were different, they meant the same thing. Armstrong got the ball again and drove at the line. But the fake pass to Martin was done so cleverly this time that Tom Lightfoot and Phil Kirtland darted to ward Mildale's left end, w here Martin was going with another runner, pretending to hug the ball ; and this weak e ned the Cranford line Armstrong broke down the centeri as before tum bling Kilfoyle over; and with Carl Peterson, Anson Hogg and Jake Peggattyt all powerful fellows, he al most broke through. "Hold em!" Jack yelled. Cranford "held 'em ;" but another gain of four yards had been made into Cranford territory. Again Mildale bucked the line. "Hold em!" cried Jack, throwing his weight into the line, while this time Phil and Tom and the other players were where they should have been. The line was again held. This time the ball had not been advanced a foot. Twice again Mildale rushed t h e line, making only four yards; and it was Cranford s ball o n down s ; for in three attempts Mildale had not advanced five yards. /


22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. CHAPTER XI. TOUCH-DOWN AND GOAL. The enthusiastic spectators had yelled wildly, and they yelled again, when the referee's whistle blew and it was seen that Cranford had the ball on downs. The ball was near Cranford's forty yard line. To a football lover it was a thri!ling sight to see those stalwart players, as they now faced each other on that scrimmage line, Mildale s rushers nervously working their hands in readiness to dash upon Cran ford's interference and tear it to pieces as soon as the ball was in motion. The Mildale rush line could now use hands <\nd arms I in stopping the progress of Cranford; and Cranford, beipg in possession of the ball, could only use bodies in interference. Cranford had three consecutive formations and plays which they could use without signals, having drilled on them thoroughly. The ball came back from the center to the quarter Nat Kimball, who passed it to Jack Lightfoot, Jack being close in, where he could receive it easily. At the same moment the rush lines came together in a struggle, with Bob Brewster, Lafe Lampton, Mack Remington and Saul Messenger, assisted by Kilfoyle, trying to bore a hole through Mildale's center. Into this hole Jack Lightfoot hurled himself like a shot out of a gun. Lafe sprang aside, dragging down the man who had grappled him; and Jack fairly hurdled over the line, literally walking on the tangled bodies. The Cranford rooters were yelling again ; and Rex, the ma scot, wearing more ribbons now than a summer girl, was barking his loudest, encouraged by Nellie Conner and Lily Livingston. Jack broke through the line, with hands clutching him and trying to drag him down ; and though Mildale literally piled on him as he tried to run with the ball, he dragged them, with the aid of his interference, for seven yards before he went down and the whistle of the referee shrilled its call, indicating that the ball was down. Jack had carried the ball almost back to the line. In the scrimmage that followed immediately he crossed the central line with it. Twice Jack had hit the center and almost got throu&i\ and away with the ball for a touch-down. The next play came as quickly, without signals, and the Mildale eleven believed Jack was to try again break through center with the ball. But-.they were fooled. They massed their men at center to oppose Jack's progress. The ball went, instead, from the quarter-back to Phil Kirtland, who jumped with it at the weakened left end of Mildale. With him rushed Saul Messenger, with head down like a charging bull. Jake Peggotty tried to stop the runner with the ball. Saul bored into him with his head, hurling him to the ground. Walter White, trying to get at Phil, tackled Saul, and the two went down together. Phil was now clear of the qpposing players. Jack and Tom were swinging in to aid him as in terference, having broken through the Mildale line. But across from the left of the field came Bob Sul- livan and Luke Armstrong, running like greyhounds to cut Phil off and keep him from making a touch down. Jack, running with terrific speed, put himself be tween them and Phil; and Tom, who was right a:t Jack s heels, got in the way of Sullivan. Luke Armstrong threw himself at Phil for a tackle. Jack was in the way, and Phil seemed to slide right through Armstrong s fingers. The rooters were standing up now and yelling like mad, as Phil flew on with the ball, running like the wind, with nearly the whole of the Mildale line racing after him. Phil carried the ball across the line in safety, mak ing the first touch-down. "What's the matter with Kirtland?" yelled Mack Remington, one of Phil's friends. And the breathless players of Cranford yelled:


PORTS LIBRARY. 23 was to attempt to kick goal, in the teeth of the ind that blew briskly from west of north. he run had been sharp, and all the players were reathing heavily. Mildale retired behind their goal line, eagerly watch eady. d it in his hands, close to, but not touching, ound, for as soon as it touched the ground Mile could charge. studied the wind and the distance. With a motion of his hand he signaled to Lafe, who ced it with a quick motion on the ground, steady ing it'n position with his fingers. Tl! Mildale line charged. Punk. They had scarcely moved when Jack's toe struck the pigskin. !t soared through the air, into the wind, veered a I4tle as the wind caught it, then shot between the goal posts. t was a beautiful kick for goal, and it received the cheers it deserved. Cranford's score was six. "Wow! That's for Brodie Strawn and his sister!" Saul Messenger yelled, pugnaciously. CHAPTER XII. IN THE THICK OF THE BATTLE. Mildale chose to kick-off. ::I'h ad the privilege, if they wished, of requiring Cranford now to kick-off. Bui the wind favored them in a kick-off toward the goal. Greg Silver kicked off this time, driving the ball, efavoring wind, clown to Cranford's ten-yard Ja,< Lightfoot caught it there and sent it back with ia tremendous punt that lifted it to Mildale's twenty five-yard line. Millard Rice caught the ball on the fly, making a "fair catch." Ins4tntly he planted his heel in the ground at the sp ot where the catch was made. This entitled him to a free kick; a thing very de' sirable for him just then, for several of the Cranford players were clashing at him when he made the catch, and he would hardly have been given time to run with : the ball or to make a good punt. Mildale could not come now within ten yards of the mark made by Rice's heel; while he and his side had the privilege of retiring such a distance toward the Mildale goal as he pleased, and from that point could make a punt or a drop, or give the ball to some one of his own side for a place kick. Millard Rice and his men did not, however, retire far back of the spot where he had jabbed clown his heel. While falling back, with Cranford eagerly watching him and ready to thwart, if possible, whatever move-' ment he made, he dropped the ball and lifted it with his toe for a punt, driving it with the wind. '' It was so great a drive that but Jacl<, who had fallen back to be ready' for it, and who sprang into the air with a wild-cat leap, it would have been driven be tween the goal posts. Millard Rice was certainly a phenomenal young player, as good in his field at Mildale as Jack was in his at Cranford. Jack Lightfoot had the ball, and he ran with light nirtg speed with it, Baul Messenger, Ned Skeen and Tom Lightfoot running with him, and making an al most invulnerable interference. Again the enthusiastic spectators were roaring. Football field and lookers-on seemed to have gone mad. Everything was in motion. Jack dodged and ducked to escape two would;be tacklers. Tom went down with one, falling and dragging the fellow down. Jack sped on with Saul and Ned Skeen, being driven toward the right side line. Others of his side were running toward the Mildale goal to help him as he drew in toward it.


' 24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Jack increased his speed. Ned Skeen dropped behind, for he could not run like Jack; but one of the would-be tacklers went down with him. Jack ran almost the whole length of the field, and but for Armstrong and Peggotty, who had stoqd back as goal def enders and were ready for him, his way, he would have gone through with the ball. He was forced off the side line within fifteen yards of the goal line ; and the ball was down. The ball was brought back in bounds, at point where it crossed the line, and was carried fifteen yards into the gridiron. It must be carried at least five and not more than fifteen "Fifteen yards!" Jack had announced before bring ing the ball in, as the rules require. Here, on the fifteen-yard line, and fifteen yards from the right side line, came the lineup. Jack dropped back, as the lines faced each other; and the ball coming to him, he made a quick drop-kick, while the interference held back the rush line of Mildale. t ., The kick was almost into the teeth of the. wind, and the time given was brief; but Jack kick ed the ball suecessfully between the goal posts. Cranford had scored four more, and now had ten to its credit. "Wow!" yelled Saul Messenger, looking as if he wanted to eat some of the opposition. "That's for Brodie and his sister." "How's good old Jack Lightfoot? shouted Lafe. The answer rang across; the gridiron, in a great burst of sound: "He's all right." The sides began to return to the center of the field for another kick-off, even though they knew the thirty minutes was nearly at an end. Btit before the kick-off came the whistle blew. The first half had been played. "Oh, fellows, we've got 'em!" Jack declared to his men, as the tired eleven lay about on the ground at the Soon after that, in a scrimmage, Phil already weakened wrist played out, becoming so sore that Phil had to drop out of the game, which he did reluctantly. Jack put in Bill Brewster as substitute. Bill was a poor player, though a good fellow. A little later Ned Skeen, smothered under a heap of bodies, was found breathless and unconscious when the tangle unwound. Jack put in another substitute, while the Cranford girls, taking Ned into their care, tried to make him comfortable, though he was trembling and white as a sheet when he came fully to himself. "Tear 'em to pieces!" yelled Millard Rice. He, like Jack, was doing the work of two men. "Tear 'em open !" he ordered. He hurdled the line, walking over Lafe and Bob Brewster, who clung to his legs, though they had been hurled down. Jack stopped him with a clean tackle, just as he cleared the line. Then Greg Silver got the ball. Breaking through Cranford's weakened right end, he came near crossing the line, but was tackled and downed by Tom Light foot. The ball shot out of Silver's hands here. Tom had it, and it was Cranford's. Tom fell back in the next scrimmage and punted. But the Mildate nine broke through, so that Tom's punt was a poor one, and a Mildale player got the ball. There was a wild mix-up, and out of the whirling ruck Millard Rice shot like a comet with the ball. Cranford tried to head him off, but he crossed the line and made a touch-down. The ball was brought out for a kick for goal. Greg Silver tried it. Punk. The ball shot for the goal posts. Tom Lightfoot went into the air with a wild leap and clutched it. Few fellows could have done it, but Tom seemed to end of their strenuous work. be a bundle of steel springs, and his brave effort surely Yet Jack seerried to be "cbunting his chickens before saved that goal. they were hatched." But Mildale had made five.


'" ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. scores were now, ten for five He_' dropped to hisknees and -a11 to bite at the cords that bound 11e.r wrists. MiJlird Rice so far put in three substitutes;

. ALL-SPORTS LIBRAR' Y. "Pei-haps we'd better hurry home!" she suggested. "So that papa and mamma may know we're a11 right, you know." "I think they got that note. No, I'm going to Mil dale, as fast as this old hand car will carry us. I think I can run it out on the track all right.'' Kate protested feebly, for she feared he would get into trouble. Brodie was in a wild and reckless mood. He looked at his watch again. "No train along here in either direction for an hour or more, and I can be in Mildale before that. tf the fellows are playing, they're right in the middle of the game now. Heavens1 how I wish 1 was there on the rush line! I wonder who they've got in my place?" He fairly threw the hand car on the track. ,He seemed to have superhuman strength. ''Pile on!" he commanded. "Do you think you're doing righ_t ?" or wrong, I'm going to Mildale as quick as get there. Pile on!" Kate piled on, crouching low on the front end of the car to be out of the way of the lever, which Brodie set in motion, after pushing the car a yard or so. ''Let me help you I" she begged. "No, sit there, and hang on! This is downgrade for a while, and I can work it all right;' .The rails began to "clank---clank !" Brodie bent to the work. The"bur-r-r-r" of the car arose as it in creased its speed. Soon Brodie and Kate were flying downgrade to-ward Mildale. He was in a fever and a frenzy. He wanted to be in that rush line. He wanted to tell the Mildale to their teeth what he thought of the conduct he believed them to be guilty of. Brodie's strength was. great; and up and downgrade he sent that little hand car flying. Kate's hair, loosened by the wind, flew out like the tail of a comet, as the wind drove into her face. ''There she is!" Brodie yelled, frantically working the lever. They had turned a bend. Mildate was in sight. Then they saw the football field, saw dimly the charging lines of the players, and the cheering yetls of the spectators were swept toward them. ''The game's still on!" he shouted. And-it was still on when Brodie and Kate came hurrying up to the field of battle. CHAPTER XIV. VICTORY. Jack Lightfoot's gridiron boys were battling Ii gia11ti;. There had been a kick-off, a punt, another punt, and the ball had gone down on Mildale's forty-yard line. The pall was c;ranford 's. Brodie ran out upon the gridiron. Jack saw him. "Report to the referee !" he shouted. Brodie did not have on his football clothing, but he reported to the referee, as the new rules require when a substitute is to go on. Bob Brewster had been knocked out. He had been literally walked on, as he clung to the legs of the play ers of the opposition in a previous scrimmage. Yet, as Jack had no more good substitutes, he was continued in the game, though too to be effective. old Lafe was stil1 as full of fight and fire as ever; and so was Saul Messenger. Brodie came i11to the game in Brewster's place, with out a change of clothing. Mildale did not object. In fact, the appearance of Brodie there so took the spirit out of Bud Toliver and those who had been in the con spiracy that they were too astounded to say a word or ask a question. "Smash the line!" was Jack's signaled order. The whole eleven of Cranford was now in a yelling and victorious mood, though no sounds came from their lips. The coming of Brodie seemed to them to presage victory. _; Mildale's score was eleven to their ten. But Mildale must not win! That was their determination.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. ord smashed at the line. Brodie at his side, Lafe Lampton, backed by d Tom, and the others, tore open the opposing .. d the ball went through for a gain of five yards. next play was a dazzler. at Kimball made a feint of giving the ball to Jack, Everything was moving in whirlwind order, and the While the rushers and the interference were mixtd e scrimmage, Jack started toward the right end of He could not determine, and had not time to de /nine, which of those two had the ball Brodie broke through, and so did Jack. ,Millard Rice tackled Jack, thinking it more likely that he had the ball; and, when he did that, he let Brodie was heavy, but he could run; and now he went down the field with terrific leaps, the players Jtreaming after him. Greg Silver, who was a fine runner, and really faster than Brodie, tried to overtake him for a tackle. But Brodie had already gaine d ten yards before Silver got under way; and he crossed the line before Silver could come up with him. ey brought the ball out with a rush. 1he time, announced not long before, showed that the second half was about to end. Quickly Lafe placed the ball, and Jack kicked it over the bar. Cranford had sixteen ; Mildale eleven. The whistle blew not a minute later. The game had been handsomely won, Cranford. after all, by The panting and perspiring Cranford players gath ered round Brodie. Saul Messenger swung his hand. "Hip, hip, hooroar !" squalled Jubal. "Three cheers fer Brodie Strawn I" They were given. "Three cheers 'for Kate!" Jack shouted, his face flushed and his bright with excitement. "Hooroar !" yelled Jubal. "Hip, hip!" The cheers were given in even a wilder way than before. _"An' three groans," howled Jubal, "fer the gol-darn rascals that kidnaped 'em and so tried to do us up to-day!" The groans almost shook the ground. Then with arms locked round each other s shoulders the jubilant Cranford players began to sing: "Glory, glory halleluyah For this is Cranford's day!" * Norwell Strawn was not willing to let it go at that. His b!ood was up, and he declared that the scoun drels who had kidnaped and held his son and daughter should rbe brought to justice. Strawn's attitude and announc:d intention of. sending the young rascals to the penitentiary if he could, caused a great fright at Mildale. But, really, nothing could be done. Neither Brodie nor Kate could identify the fellows who had captured and held them in the hut. And what Kate had overheard while on her visit at Mildale was not of itself sufficient to warrant the officers of the law in taking action. But it was a comfort to all of the friends of the Cranford eleven to know that the dastardly sclteme had failed as completely as it deserved. :!HE END. Next week's issue, No. 40, will be "Jack Lightfoot's Trap-Shooting; or, Up Against the Champions of the Gun Club." Here is a story that is different from those that have gone before, but you will enjoy it. Do you like a gun, like to shoot, or are you ambitious to be come a marksman? Here is a story with the crack of guns in it, the smell of powder, and the flash of ex ploding cartridges. Besides, it has all the elements of the stories you have come to like in this series. Jack is right in the front rank and you will want to know :what he and his friends aim to do in this new field,


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. Timely essays and hints upon various athletic sports and pastimes, in which our boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily underst-0od. Instructive articles may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, as follows: No. 14, "How to Become a Batter." No. 15, "The Science of Place Hitting and Bunting." No. 16, "How to CoverFirstBase." No. 17, "Playing Shortstop." No.18, "Pitching." No. 19, "Pitching Curves..'' No. 20, "The Pitcher's Team Work." No. 21, "Playing Second Base." No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. 23, "Playing the Outfield.'' No. 24, "How to Catch.'' (!.) No. 25, "How to Catch." (ll.) No. 26, "How to Run Bases." No. 27, "Coaching and the Coach." No. 28, "How to Umpire." No. 29, "How to Manage Players.'' No. 30, "Baseball Points.'' No. 31, "How to Make a Cheap Skiff.'' No. 32, "Archery." No. 33, "Cross-Country Running.'' No. 34, "The Game of Lacrosse." No. 35, "The Boy With a Hobby for Collecting.'' No. 36, ".Football, and How to Play It." No. 37, "A Practice Game.'' No. 38, "How to Play Football"-Training." THE MEN IN TiiE LINE. In our previous talks we have discusse d the acces sories or the game and the clothing to be worn by play ers, described a practice game and devoted a little con sideration to the problem of training. From these talks any beginner should derive a good general idea of the task before his chums and himself, should he decide to organize a team. Practice will bring out many features of the play which it has been 'impossible to dwell on in these talks; in such instances, the young player has but two sources of solution-reading the rules and watching, if possible, the practice of a team of more experienced players. Success in football, as in pretty nearly every other sport and occupation, depends largely on condition and intelligence; the man who is in good physical condi tion can stand hard work, and the man in good mental condition can direct that hard-working body to the ac complishment of whatever he starts out to do. The foot ball player whose every muscle is in thorough working order, whose endurance has been increased by judicious training, who has studied his rules and studied his own play, who has watched the best players in his neighbor hood, taken care to look on at the games of older players, and carefully thought out how the game is played, such a fellow is sure to make a successful player, and more than that, a successful leader. As a leader, his will be the task of selecting his team. As a rule, this is the captain's first duty, and, as a rule, it proves so disagreeable a one that he is not only ready but anxious to give up his post to the first daring and ignorant spirit who wants it. He learns that every hopeful thinks he can be quarter or full-back or center, whatever he has set his eye on; the captain discovers, in the course of his conversation with the various would-be crack men, in what a nest of Solomons he has fallen, how well all his friends understand how to run the team and, with the kindly frankness of boys, what a slob he himself is when it comes to management. Of course, everyone watching another perform some act which has the of authority is, without knowing it, a little bit Jealous, and thinks how much better he could do the work than the other fellow. If the rea son for the attitude of his friends proves any consolation to the criticised captain, he has it here and is welcome to it. But the wisest thing for him to do is not to mind the critics at all. Let them croak; when you win, they'll be the first to come out with a triumphant ".I told you so!" [)o your best and whistle if your critics grow excited. When it comes to picking your men, we know of no better way to advise you in the selection of playeitg than by quoting the comments of Walter Camp on the men he selected for his All-America team last year. For end he enumerates the following qualifications: Heavy weight, unusually fast in getting down the fihld and great muscular power. Of Shevlin, of Yale, he says: "He gets down the field under kicks as rapidly any of the lighter men, and is not only sure of his tackle, .but his strength and weight are such as to preclude any pos sibility of the runner knocking him off with his arm or shaking himself free. There is another feature, his ability to run back kick-offs on .an open field. He is a of the game, and does not play in hit-or-miss fashion, but thinks out his method. He can also run with the ball from his position and is an extremely man to hold." Of Eckersall of Chicago, he says: ''The man can punt sixty 'yards, drop-kick with disconcerting ac curacy, is a remarkable tackler, and as for runnit).g in a broken-up field, he is a wonder." He is "past master pf the art of interfering, and in case of a fumble or a muffr is as quick as a cat to retrieve." For tackle, Camp selects Hogan, of Yale, of whom he says : "He is one of the most difficult tackles for the op ponents to send plays through, because he is nQt a sta tionary mark, but a moving one. While apparently watching his opponent, he nevec fails to keep his eye on the ball, and diagnoses the direction of the play with great accuracy; and when he throws his compactly built two hundred pounds of power into the line of attack, he is very apt to pile up the interference or to bowl over the runner himself Hogan on the offensive was a relia bll! of the ball for short distances, but was particularly good in making openings. His runner could generally rely on th(t fact that if he followed in Hogan's wake he would not be met by any direct opposition In speaking of Cooney, of Princeton, the -second tackle, Camp refers to his great strength, and comments on that quality in connection with the position as follows: "One of the great features to be remembered is the tireless ness required of the tackles to-day in the modern game. -It is a position where the player must be very alert, but with something more than the watchfulness belonging to the position of end, or half-back, for the tackle in every play directed on his side of the line, meet and dis place weight." For the position of guard, the great football coach speaks favorably of three men. Of Kinney, of Yale, he says: "Big, tall, massive, yet in no way active as a cat and willing to do not only his own work, but, if necessary the work of a man on either side at a pinch, he was worth everything to his team. He never let up, was always studying the man opposite him, could not be tempted by anything into loss of temper or a mo mentary failure to remember that the main object of the contest was that Yale should score in the game. Out in the field Kinney on the attack was opening holes for his runners, and on the defense was making it impossible for the opponents to crowd in or through the Yale line." Of Tripp, of Yale, he says : "He was not as heavy or powerful as Kinney, but played a freer game, and in close quarters could handle himself more actively. He (Continued on page JO.)


; A CHAT WITH ,YOU der general head we purpose each week to sit around tit camp fire, ;md have a heart-to-heart talk with those of our yotJng readers who care to gather there, answering such letters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various lsealthy sports, both indoor and out. We should also be glad to what you think of the leading ch:iracters in your favorite pubficat;on. It is the editor's desire to make this department one that 'fill i:>e eagerly read from week to week by every admirer o he Jack ]...ightfoot stories, and prove to be of valuable assistin building up manly, healthy Sons of America. All letters eeee will be answered immediately, but may not appear in rj under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication go to press far in advance of the date of issue. Those who us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and ttle patience Tlill: EDITO&, st finished reading No. 29 of your Ar.L-SPORTS. I re great. I have read from No. 6 up to date, and ead ALL-SrORTS as long as it is published. 1he day hen we will look back over our past life and see adventures we had when a youth. It will seem to us th en. Jack is first with me; then La{e, J ube '.: en. The best of all are your baseb a ll stories. What k of my measurements? Age, 18 years; height, S hes; weight, 146 pounds; waist, 3z inches; across the 14 inches; calves, r2Y, inches; thigh, 17 inches. What se. should I take. I run foot races pretty regularly. I will three cheers for Winner Library and Mr. Stevens. .:;Jl]Mr:l.nt, Ind. Ter. AN Ai.r.-SPOJ\'l"S I have been reading the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, and I think it is a good book; in fact, the finest book I've ever read. Jack ghtf t is a smart boy, and also "Old Reliable" Lafe Lampton. is something like me, for I love apples and :{leanuts. He j a od baseball player, and is lazy sometimes, but he's all tight. Phil Kirtland is getting all right, and also Brodie Stra\ I am something like Jack Lightfoot in believing about jiu-jitsu-it is good for some one who does not know how to fitl:\t Nat Kimball had better leave iiu-jitsi1 alone and learn s n thin worth knowing. I wi sh you would tell me whose c re that i s on ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. The boy's picture, I t be Jack Lightfoot. I wish Maurice Steve would about the Cranford girls. Is Jack Lightfoo a true Please tell me how a boy can get rid of a pain in de en running. I think I h a d better close my letter with a hurrah for Tom Lightfoot, who, I think, is a good He i like me. I am fond of reading. Hurrah for Au.I LmRARY I Please excuse poor writing on account of n I hope I will see this Jetter in Au.-SPORTS. r adia Plantation, Thibodaux, La. GEORGE BoNDREAUX. e pain you speak of may come fro m indigestion. Perhaps Ll rull too soon after eatiug. Try running 011 an empty s"tom and e think you wi!l not find any trouble. As to your stion I ut Jack Lightfoot being a true, everyday American we will say what we have to other inquirers, that undoubt ly Mr. Stevens had sorne young American in his eye when he il'\lid the character you admire, and that many of the incidents may be actual happenings, enlarged upon to suit the cumstaiices. I hav oeen reading ALL-SPORTS for quite some time, and I e it rY well. I would like very much if you would J!"ive 10ur dvice on my measurements. Height, S feet inches; weight; 98 pounds; neck, l2 inches; chest, expanded, 15 inches natural, 13 inches; shoulders, 18 h1ches; wrist, 6Y, inches. i smoke six little cigars a day. I belong to the Gordan House, and I could take any exercises you would be kind enough to give me. I would like to e:x;c;hange $ouvenir postals with any of the readers. Well, hoping this misses Mr. Wastebasket, with three cheers al)d a tiger for C. H. S., W. L. C. and M. $., I remain, ]OSl'!PH D. Bt>Go10. 59 West Eighth Street, New York City. You are lacking about eight pounds in weight for a boy of your size. Surely you must have measured your chest the wrong way. Try again, and place the tape all the way around, just at the fullest part. Your should measure, normally, about thirty-two ipches. I made a trade one day .two weeks ago, and. I think it wa:> the best I ever had a hand in Having some c;opies of a maga zine for boys called the Captafo, and sent to me by my cousin over in London, I rnade a dick e r with a fello w here, and, with other things, got several old numbers of Aii.-SPOR'J:S. J took to it from the start, read each and every number, and as soon a;; I co1Jld get enough rnoney together, !rad a r.ews dealer send for all the back numbers. They came and since then I've just been reading up to my neck in richn ess. S ay, Mr. Stevens is certainly a good writer. I mean to keep on reading his stories as long as they can be had, and that'a why I say my trade was the best ever, since it was the means of puttiug me in to\1ch with such a fine little "leekly. You've surely got all the others left at the post, and there's none in the running bl.lt ALl.-SJ.'01'tS. Will you plea se tell me if one hundred and tw enty-three pom1ds is fair for a boy of sixteen? I am five feet and a half Lexington, Ky. "KENTUCl, have) sports of or own down here, though of a differen t kind from those Jack and his friends enj'oy. You see, we couldn't try toboggan riding, because that needs a hill and snow, neither of which can be found in this land of sunshine, alligators, palmettoes and "skeeters," and I never was on ice skates in my life, though one<; or twice I've seen real natural ice, and didn't enjoy it a bit, either, because it liked to ruin our pineapple fie lds. Vve have bas eba ll, and we boat all the time. There is plenty of fishing and shooting. I wonder if Jack Lightfoot ever went spearing fish with a fire in a pat in the bow of the boat; or shot a deer by the aid of a jack-light? More than a few times I've speared channel bass weighing thirty pounds, besides sea trout, sheeps h ea d and drum. And then I wonder could Jack, who is so clever at most things, fling a Spanish cast-net over a school of mullet without losing a tooth; for, you know, we hold one of the leads between the teeth when,casting, and t1nle$R this is properly done, there may be trouble, l hope he will come down on the Indian River some day and try our sports. Give my best to Mr. Stevens. A CoNSTANT READER. Jensen, on Indian River, Fla. Your letter is breezy and full of information. Perhaps you may have Jack down your way afte r a bit. Glad you enjoy your weekly treat, and hope to hea from you again. I have read the A11-Srons Lrnu.iY from No, l to No. and I can say that it is the best weekly I have ever read. Jack Lightfoot is a "peach/' and steady old Lafo Lampton is all right. I would like to ask a few q11estions. I. On the cover of cvefY. .ALI.-SrolTS there are two p_icture$. one ;i. box and. oq,p


30 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. a girl. Could you tell me who they are? 2. Do you think jiuj itsu is a fair way of fighting? 3 I would like to know if you are going to print any war stories. 4. What State is Cranford in? 5. Is Jack Lightfoot going to play football this winter? With best wishes to Jack Lightfoot and his friends, I remain, I. One picture, of course, is supposed to be of our hero, Jack Lightfoot. The girl-well, read the stories as they app ear, and make up your mind who she should be 2 We have given our opinion of jiu-jitsu before, and it agrees with what the author of these stories has said. 3 War stories could not properly come under the head of ALL-SPORTS, unless you chose to class the football series as such. We believe we can introduce sufficient excitement without leav ing our chosen field. 4. In New England 5. By this time you will have found that several football stories have already been published, with more to follow. What I like about the stories in ALL-SPORTS is the human interest they contain. Perhaps quite a few writers can give as exciting baseball or sporting stories as Maurice Stevens, but it would be hard to find his equal when it comes to picturing characters so true to life that you have to pull yourself together every now and then in order to understand they are fiction after all. I guess that must be the stamp of a true artist, just as only the best of painters are able to catch the expression on a per son's face. Our author knows the failings, as well as the good points, of boys, too, you bet. He seems to just touch us all on the raw. I know that more than a few times 'I've felt that he was scoring me personally for my faults, and reading about how Jack overcame his has set me to work doing the same. I think the influence of your publication is grandly to the good. Many will have cause to thank you for having, in a silent way, aroused the better part of their nature, so that they gave up mean faults ilnd took delight in pursuing a manly course in life. Well, I must close or else you'll be giving this over to the office goat. Thanking you again for giving me so much pleasure in the enter taining stories contained in ALL-SPORTS, I remain, La Fayette, Ind. BRADLEY GREENER. It certainly looks as though you know and appreciate a good thing when you see it, Bradley; and we hope to merit your approval for a long time to come, as well as that of your friends. The Jack Lightfoot stories are all right-none better-but they seem rather short. Can't you have them longer? They are so good that I'd like more of them. J. C. M. Gloucester, Mass This is a good kind of complaint. But did you ever stop to think that the reason the stories seem short is because they are so interesting? It is dullness which makes a story seem long. They are the same len'gth as the famous Frank Merriwell stories, and are really so long that three of them would make a $I.SO cloth-bound book. And they are not hastily written trash, but good, lively, clean stories, as fine as anything pub lished in cloth, and much more interesting and up-to-date than most cloth-bound books selling at a high price. We give our readers the very best there is-first-class, well-written, intensely interesting stories, dealing with all manner of boys' sports-a dollar-and-a-halfs worth of the best of i>oys' reading for fifteen cents. It is a compliment to have our readers think the stories are short, when actually they are of a very generous length, and, with the added pages of Chat, and valuable information, make the excellent weekly you see. I notice a great many are writing and telling how much they like ALL-SPORTS, so I thought, as I had been a constant reader from No. I, I would do the same. The stories are certainly fine, better than any it has ever been my luck to get hold of. To say I enjoy them is drawing it mild. Even my little brother, not over eight years of age, devours them-of course, after me. I've only one little criticism to make, and perhaps you may think I'm a crank in that line, but is it entirely necessary to bring in the drinking habits of some of the bad boys, as -has been done in several of the stories? know the moral is pfainly painted, so that he who reads may take warning, and perhaps I'm foolish for mentioning this, but I just wondered. if it was just the thing. Don't imagine I am criticising Mr. Stevens, for, in my mind, he is the best writer of boys' stories in the country. Woburn, Mass. E. A. P. In the first place, you understand that all manner of boys enter into a story to make it natural, and the author feels bound to describe some of the traps and pitfalls that lie in the road for young lads. He does not do this in a sense of making such scenes attractive, but always to the contrary. It is not pleasant reading, perhaps, but we know of numbers of young fellows who had been brought to realize the inevitable result of bad habits that were fastening upon them through reading just such de scriptions. Mr. Stevens tries to do his duty manfully, and you will find that the only attributes he glorifies in these delightful stories are in the line of an upright character, a determination to succeed honestly in the battle of life, and sobriety in all things. ("ff ow to do Tblags")-Continued from page 28. was a brainy player, absolutely quiet, ignoring everything that went on that was not of interest to him as a player, but missing nothing that had any bearing on the game. He was a man who could be harmoniously into team play, and had it been necessary, Tripp could have run with the ball effectively." Of Riekarski, of Pennsylvania, Camp speaks in terms of the most enthusiastic praise, pointing out that, in addi tion to his strength, endurance and skill, "when any distance was absolutely necessary to secure, Riekarski could be relied upon to take the ball or to make such a wide opening in the opposing line that anybody else could take it and go through wit_h it." The position of center usually goes to some heavy player, with weight enough about him to anchor him to his place. The last few years, however, have seen an increasing number of light centers. Camp selects one heavy man and one who is lighter. "Tipton, the West Point center," he says, "has to his credit the giving of more trouble to opposing lines and back fields than any other center of the year. This was not true alone in his breaking through, but also in his ability to aid in heavy plays, to open a weak spot between center and guard, and finally to be in such a position as to make it difficult for the opposing center trio to assume the best positions to bother West Point after the play started. In addition to this, he fed the ball well to lli,is quarter and was steady and accurate in passing for ki8Ps of all kinds. Torrey, of Pennsylvania, was the type of lighter center, and, thanks to his aggre ssiveness and the support from his guards, he is quite able to carry the position. He is a clever, steady, reliable man, active all the time and remarkably good on defense, considering his weight." This selection covers only the line, and has been quoted here in order that the beginner might learn the qualities that had made the star men in the game famous. As has been seen, weight and strength are absolutely necessary in the line. Combined with these physical qualifications, we find, in all the players mentioned above, a knowledge of the game, a power of endurance and the alertness to notice every opportunity and the intelligence to make good. Your line man must have both brains and brawn, and plenty of each. Next week we shall consider the men behind the line.


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--COJM::EO BOYS, COJM:g GET THE ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY .. Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so lay the foundation of a constitution greater than that of the United States," -Wise Sayings from Tip Top. YOU like fun, adventure and mystery, don't you? Well, you can :find them all in the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIB.RARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story is of generous length. You are looking for a big :five cents worth of good reading and you can get it here. Ask your newsdealer for any of the titles listed below. He has them in stock. Be sure to get ALL-SPORTS I.,IBRARY. Like other good things it has ita imitations. 16--J ack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and:. 33-J acti Lightfoot's Oevemess; or, The Boy Hounds Over Cranford Hills. Who Butted In. 17.-J ack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jockey 34-J ack Lightfoot's Decision; or, That Chestfor Just One Day. nut of "Playing Against Ten Men." 18-Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma ; or, A Traitor 011 35-J ack Lightfoot, Pennant-Winner; or, Windthe Diamond. ing up the Four Town League. 19-Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, How 36-Jack Lightfoot's Ple<;lge; or, Bound in Victory Was Snatched From Defeat. Honor. 20-Jat!k" Lightfoot in Camp; or, Young Athletes 37-Jack Lightfoot's Nerve; or, A Desperate at Play in the Wilderness. Mutiny at the "Gy m." 38-J ack Lightfoot's Halfback; or, Playing the 21-Jack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The Giants of the League. Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 39-Jack Ljghtfoot's Gridiron Boys; or, Leading 22-Jack Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, a Patched-up Team to Victory. Making a Reputation in the League. J k L' htf T SI U 23-Jack Lightfoot's Talisman, or, The Only I I 40ac tg oot s rap looting; or, P Against the Champions of the Gun Club. Way to Win Games in Baseball. J 41-J ack Lightfoot's Touch-down; or, A Hard 24-Jack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; or, Speed. Nut to Crack at Highland. ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 42-Jack Lightfoot's Flying Wedge; or, How 25-J ack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Kirtland won the Game for Cranford. Canvas Canoes. J 43-J ack Lightfoot's Great Kick; or, The Tackle 26--Jack Lightfoot's Hard Luci{; or, A LightThat Did Not Work. .. ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 44-Jack Lightfoot's Duck-Blind; or, A Strange:._ 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the Mystery of the Swamp. New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. f 45-Jack Lightfoot' s Luck; or, Glorious Days Jack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The Jiuof Sport Ahead. Jitsu Trick that Failed to Work. 46-Jack Lightfoot's Triumph; or, Back from a 29-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Grave. .. Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. 47-Jack Lightfoot Doyvn m D1x1e; !'r, The I.. Voyage of a Smgle-Hand Crutser. 30Jack m th,; Box;. or, The Mascot 48-Jack Lightfoot's Plans; or, Wrecked on In-that Hoodooed the Nme. dian River. 31-Jacl{ Lightfoot's Lucl

BUY IT AT ONC many of our boys have bicycles, some have boats, others like :fishing and shooting. A LL of these sports will be carefully dealt with m the All-Sports Library. The stories will deal "Teach th e Amerz"with the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read, there-can boy how fore, by every boy who wants to learn all that to becom e an ath, lete and so lay th e is new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. foundaton of a c ongreate r than \ that of the Unt e d States." Wise sayings from Tip Top. ;;o WE think that the al?ove o quotation from the fam-ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a LIKE all other good things The All-Sports Library has its imitations. We warn our boys to be careful not to be taken in by these counterfeits. Be sure to get The All-Sports Lz'brary as no other can compare few words; just what the All-Sports Lz"brary is attempting to do. We firmly believe that if American boy < dealers, or sent, For sale by all newspostpaid, by publishers upon of to-day can only be made to realize how surely the All-Sports Lz'brary will give him an insight into all matters relating to athletics, our library will attain the mightiest circulation reached by any publication for boys. receipt of price. PRSE JT would be hard to :find a boy who is not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have baseball, hockey, football and track teams and when these teams play their rivals, interest runs high indeed. Then, too, ,, .JBRARY COMPANY, 165 West Fifteenth Street t NEW YORK


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