Jack Lightfoot's trap=shooting; or, Up against the champions of the gun club

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Jack Lightfoot's trap=shooting; or, Up against the champions of the gun club

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Jack Lightfoot's trap=shooting; or, Up against the champions of the gun club
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All-Sports Library
Stevens, Maurice
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New York
Winner Library
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1 online resource (30 p.)


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Dime novels ( lcsh )
Sports stories, American ( lcsh )
Athletic clubs -- Fiction ( lcsh )
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Volume 1, Number 40

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University of South Florida
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The University of South Florida Libraries believes that the Item is in the Public Domain under the laws of the United States, but a determination was not made as to its copyright status under the copyright laws of other countries. The Item may not be in the Public Domain under the laws of other countries.
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A46-00026 ( USFLDC DOI )
a46.26 ( USFLDC Handle )
025841598 ( ALEPH )
76254635 ( OCLC )

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Unarmed, Lafe was really in serious trouble, when Jack, impulsively seizing a little twenty two target rifle, took a snap-shot that disarmed the young ruffian.


P bfi h N t "Teacll tlle Amerfcaa !Joy flow to become -athlete, ana lay the foundation for a Comtlt11tlon creater tllaJI 11111'1 u IS ers 0 e. of tbe United 5tates."-Wlae sayings from "Tip Top." There baa never been a time "wben tbo boy of tbia (IToat country took ao keen an Interest In all manly and bealtbzivlnz sports u they do to-day. Aa proof of this witness tbe record-breaking throne that attend college struggles on tbe (ITidkon, as well as athletic and baseball games, and other tests of endurance and sklll. In a multitude of other channels this love for the "life strenuous" la making itself manifest, so that, aa a nation, we are rapidly forging to the front as seekers of boneat sport. this "handwriting on the wall, we have concluded that the time bu arrived to give tbl1 vaat army of younc en'tbualaats a publication devoted exclusively to invigorating out-door life. We feel we are Justified In anticipating a warm response from our sturdy American boys, who are sure to revel In the stirring pbaaea of sport and adventure, through which our characters pass from week to week. ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY IUtUtl Weejly, .By S110s,nptio,. #a.so llf" yev. ll"llt"ed ""ortli"B' to .lkl of Om!frell ,. the year rqo5, in tlu Of/fre of the Li6r11ri11,. of eo,.r-en, Wasl1i,.rto,., D. C, fly THE W I N NER LIBRARY Co., r 6 5 Wes t Fi:fteentlt S t New Y ork N. Y. No. 40. NEW YORK, November I I 1905. Price Five Cents. Jack Lightf oot's Trap=Shooting; OR, \ UP AGAINST THE CHAMPIONS OF THE GUN CLUB. By MAURICE STEVENS. CHAPTER!. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jack Lightfoot, the best all-round athlete i n Cranford o r vicinity, a l a d cle a r of eye, c lean of speech, and, after h e had con q uered a few of his fault s possessed of a faculty for doing things while oth e r s w e r e t alking, that by degrees caused him to be looked upo n as the natural l eade r in all the sports Young America delights in-a boy who in learnin g to conquer h imself put the power into his hands t o w rest v i ctor y from others. Tom Lightfoot, Jack's cousin, and sometimes his rival; t h o u g h their striving for the mastery was always o f the friendly, g enerous kind. Tom was called the "Book-Worm" by his fellows, o n a c countof his l o v e for studying such secrets of nature as practical o b servers have discovered and published; so that h e possesse d a fund of general knowledge calculated to prove useful w h e n his wan dering spirit took him abroad Into strange lands. Ned Skeen, o f impulsi v e nervous temperament, but a good friend of Jack' s Nat Kimball, a n undersized fellow, whose hobby was the study of jiu-jitsu, and who had a dread of germs. Lafe Lampton, a big, h u lkin g chap, with an ever p resen t c raving fo r so mething to eat. Lafe always bad h is appetite a l o ng, and p:oved a s tanch frien d o f our hero through thick and thin Bob Brewster, a brawny l ad, again s t whom Kimball trie d h is Jap t ricks with poor results Phil Kirtland, leader o f the Academy boys, and Jack's rival in a u sports. Brodie Strawn, Kate's brot her. Jubal Marlin, a Yankee boy whose o n e p assio n was t o make m o ney. K11tle Strawn, a girl w hose good opinion Jack desired, a n d who proves t o be a real her oine Reel Snodgrass, w h o came from India, and knew many trick s that were dar k. Ray Gilbert, captain of the C hampion Gun Club Buckstone Rogers, a young scamp who c reates considerabl e trollbl e fo r the good peopl e o f Cranford. "JOHNNY LIGHTFINGERS." "Wow f Here's for fun! The s qualling yell ran ou t throu g h t he streets of Cranford, wh e re already a fla ming t o rch h ois ted be si d e a d ry -goods b ox w as draw ing attention to the fakir who had mounted to the t o p of the b o x "Wow!" J u bal M a r lin yelled back Fun's what hits m e Tha t' s w hat I'm lookin fer." He m ade his w ay, w ith other y o ung fell ows m the direct io n of the torch. Soon he saw Jack and T o m Lightfo o t come from a side street and m ove in the same direction. "That feller s draw in' em ; w e 'll ha v e the hull blame football team hyer in a minute! Jubal 's e yes were shinipg as he hastened toward the fakir, w ho had already begun his "patter" to the crowd that was c ollect i ng. Jubal, with Ned and Nat and the others, joined Jack


2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. and Tom Lightfoot, and to the crowd were soon added Lafe Lampton and Bob Brewster. Then Wilson Crane came up, boring into the crowd and thrusting his long nose at the fakir, as if he de sired to test the quality of his goods by smelling them. 'Tve seen that fellow in Cardiff," Jubal heard Jack Lightfoot say to his cousin Tom. Thereupon Jubal looked more closely at the young man on the box. He saw a dark, keen face under a head of shaggy, football hair. For clothing, the fakir wore a loud plaid suit and a heavy coat, while a flaming red necktie shone at hjs throat. The weather was cool and he needed the heavy coat for protection. "This way) gentlemen," the fakir was crying. "Come and see me, everybody! I don't know you, and you don't know me; but I'm Johnny Lightfingers; and I'm here to entertain you, and then to fill up my de pleted exchequer by making a few sales of a very clesirab _le article that each of you will want to buy. For fear you may crowd so hard against me that I couldn't stand it, if I should tell you at once what to offer for sale, we'll first have a few little songs, and some lively tricks of legerdemain; and then, when you're feeling so good that you'll want to give five dol lars to your worst enemy I'll open up my sale. Oh, that isn't a joke, gentlemen! I'm from Baltimore, originally; came away for the benefit of my health, and the good of that beautiful. town. So I'll sing you a little ditty-of my native city." He took up a guitar and began to strum it : "I'm going back, back, back to Baltimore. This acting bus'ness cert'nly makes me sore. A black-face song, or a '1Jinstrel joke, Won't entice this foolish moke; I never cared so much for home before. They said we'd stop at swell hotels galore; We only stopped at them outside the door. The next man says I'm talented, I'll put a dent right in his head If I get back to Bal-ti-more." He had a good voice, and the song, as he sang it, was worth hearing. The crowd was augmenting fast. Of those who came up was Reel Snodgrass. He listened for a moment to some of the fakir's statements, and then hurried away, to return a few minutes later. \hen he returned he pushed into the crowd where Jack and his friends were standing. There were others, of the songs popular at the time: "Un

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 3 "I didn't see it." "But you saw me get it out of there!" The fellow was laughing; he thought Jubal a green countryman who really believed that the money had been foqnd in his cap. "Say," said Jube, willing to continue the joke, "if yeou tuck that aout of my cap, I reckon it's mine; and I'd like tew have it. I'm needin' it." He held up his hand for it, and the fakir appeared to take a silver half dollar right out of it. "Oh, tnanks !" he said, while Jubal looked bewil dered. "That's an extra present, is it? Thanks aw fully." "And here's a dollar-right out of the collar of this young gent," the fakir added, reaching toward Reel. As the fakir's long fingers went toward Reel's col lar, Reel threw up his hand with a quick gesture, as if to prevent it. There was a sudden cry of pain from Johnny Light fingers. He drew back his hand with a quick motion, while the dollar he had "palmed" and meant to pull from Reel's collar fell to the ground. As the fakir's hand came into view, a small turtle was seen hanging to it, h

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