Jack Lightfoot's flying wedge or, How Kirtland won the game for Cranford

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Jack Lightfoot's flying wedge or, How Kirtland won the game for Cranford
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Stevens, Maurice
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Publshers' Note "Teac:b tlle Amerfc:atl ""bow to llecome -atbtete, an4 tbe founclatlon for a Con.Ututlon sreatar tluan Cllft of the United States."-Wlae sayings from "Tip Top. There bu never been a time when the boys of tbi sreat c:oun.y so keen an Interest In all manly and bealtbclvlnc sport6 u they do to-day. Ae proof of tble witness the record-breakin&' tbronf.'I that attend c:ollece atru&'gle on the crldlron, u well as athletic and baseball &'mes and other tests of endurance and skill. In a multitude of other c:hannels thl love for the "life .strenuou.'I" le makln&' Itself manifest, so that, p.s a nation, we are rapidly forcin&' to the front as eeeken of honest sport. ttec:ogniziag this "handwriting on tbe wall,t we have c:oncluded tliat the time has arrived to give this vut army of young en thuslasts a publlc:ation devoted exclusivel:y to invlgoratiD&' out-door life. We feel we are Justified la anticlpatln&' a warm response from our 1turily Americ:an boy.'I, who are sure to revel in the stlrrlnr; phases of sport and adven"1re, through which our characters pau from ,.eek to week. : I ALL-SP .ORTS I ..LIBRARY. I 11stud W11.91Y. By SMbscnJtilJn la.so Jn' y1u. llntw1d accordinr to A.ct of Conrress in Ille y111r tQOJ, in tlu O/lice of tlu Libroria11 of Conpus, W41/1inrto11, D. c by THE WINNER LIBRARY Co. r6s We s t Fi:tteenth 31., Ntw Yor.9, N. Y. No. 42. NEW YORK, November 15, 1905. Price Five Cents. JACK. LlfiHTFOOT'S FLYINfi WEDfiE; OR, How Kirtland Won the Game for Cranford I By MAURICE STEVENS. CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. Jac:k Ll&'htfoot the best all-round athlete in Cranford o r vicini ty, a lad clear of eye, clean of speech, and, after h e had conquered a fe w of his faults, possessed of a faculty for doingthing-s while others were talking, that by degrees caused him to be looked upon as t h e natural leader in all the sports Young America d elights ina boy w h o in learn i n g to conquer himsel f put the power into his hands t o vict o r y from others. Tom Lightfoot, Jack' s cousin, a n d some times his rival; thou g h their striving fo r the m astery was a lways of the friendly, generous ki n d. Tom was called the "Book-Worm" by his fe llows, o n ac coun t of his love for studying such secrets of natur e as practical observer s have discovered and published; s o tbat h e possessed a fu.nd o f general kno wledge calcttlated to prove useful when his w11nde ring spirit took him abroad into strange lands. Ned Skeen, o f i mpulsive, nervous temperament, but a good friend of Jack's. Nat Kimball, a n undersize d fe llow, who s e hobby was t h e study of jiu-jitslt, a n d w h o had a dread of germs. Lafe Lampton, a big, hul king c h a p with a n ever present cravin g for something t o e a t Lafp always bad his appetite alo ng, a n d a stanch f rien d of our her o through tilick and t h in. Phil Kirtland, a rival of Jack's, bttt who is not averse to winn i n g a littl e glory at times, even tf he bas to share it with Lightfoot. Jubal Marlin, o n e o f Jack's friends, with a Yankee love for making money. Stra'!VD and Nellie Conner, t w o Cra n ford girls, ::Jfrie nds of lleel Snodgrass, c laiming to be a nephew of t h e banker. Delancy Shelton, a d ude w h o had "money to bur n." Ben Nelson, Kid Casey, members of the Tidewater e leven, a n d who were willing to wtn their g a m e by fair means o r foul. CHAPTER I. DELANCY'S It came ab o ut through the belief of Delancy Shelto!l that m o ne y can buy almo s t anyone. Delancy was in the to w n of Tide w ater, and was seated in an upper room at one of the h o tels, talking w ith Ben Nelson who had lately become a member of the Tide w ater ele v en and was said to be one of its best players. Nelson s thought s ran naturally to football and foo tball was the subject of the talk. Cranford had defeated Highland but the week befor.e, in one o f the closest and most picturesque games of the s eason "These other elevens would have some show," said Delancy, if it wasn't for Jack Lightfoot. There' s a pecul iar thing or influence or something, y' kn ow, ab o u t t hat fellah. Ree l s ays ifs hypnotism, and I'maw-almost of the same opinion." ,.


2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Hypnotism?" said Nelson, lifting his darl) eye' brows Delancy fiddled with his little cane, twisting it round his slim legs and through his long, slim fingers. "Not in the-aw-ordinary sense, y' know! I don't l\1ean that. But a sort of-aw-hypnotic influence, y' know." ''.I don't think I understand you." "vVell, it's a deuced queer thing, don't y' know! Those f ellahs at Cranford wil1 fight like cats and clogs among themselves, and they'll fight Lightfoot, too, y' kow. Yet when they get together, as in this Cranford eleven, with Jack as the captain, why, he seems to weld them right together They stop their quarreling, y' know, all do just as he says." must be a good captai!1 !" "Hejs, don't y' know: though I don't like him."" "Why don't you like him?" Tqe question was so pointed that Delaney's thin face flushed. He fidgeted and twisted the cane his knees. "Chiefly on account of Reel, y' know," he said, eva sively. "I'd like to see Reel captain of that eleven. He mightn't do as well as Jack, but I'd like to see him a chance at it. He's a deuced clevah fellah, and a mighty good friend, y' know." "Would he have a chance if Jack was out of the way?" "I think he would." "He's the next most popular to Jack; ls he?" hesitated. "Well, aw, I don't know as to that. There's Phil Kirtland. He's pretty well liked by a certain crowd, y know." For a Tong time Delancy had been wishing thaf his fri evd, Reel Snodgrass, might have a chance to show what he could do as captain of an eleven, or a nine, or something of the kind; but the chance seemed never likely to come. "If Jack was temporarily out of the game, I suppose your friend would have a chance fof the captaincy?" said Nelson. "I think he would, y' know. I think it might be worked." "Could Jack be bought?" Delancy laughed cynically. "Any fellah can be bought, y' know, if the price is big enough." This happened to be Nelson s belief, so they were in accord here "WJJy not buy Jack Lightfoot off, theJil ?" "I couldn't approach him, y' know, because he doesn't like me, but you might do it, if you went about it right." An escaped him. 1 "Ah bah Jove,. there he is now." .J .. .. He pointed with his cane from the window. 'l ,. "The. very two fellahs we wer!'! talking about, don't y' know-Jack Lightfoot ar:id Phil Likely they;re over here to see about that game. to be .'l I played." Ben N els9n stepped to the window. "Which is Jack Lightf.oot ?" pointed with his cane. one; tJ:ie handsomer of two, y' know." They we,re gone, roun<;l the corner, and out of sight almost _ip;;tantly; but. had been given a t J l I :

ALL-SPORTS LIDRARY. 3 "Gads, I'll try him!" "I mean it! said Delancy. And to show that he did, he produced his pocketbook and took a hundred dollars from it. It was a well-filled pocketbook, and Ben Nelson-eyed it with interest. He placed the money in Nelson's hands. "Any fellah can be bought, y' know, if he's ap proached right. That's my opinion. Put whatever you want to with that, and strike Jack Lightfoot with it. I know he's hard up. Not many weeks ago I bought a handsome boat from him for a song, don't y' know, just because he was in such deuced need of money. He sold me a boat for seventy-five that was worth over two hundred. The family's close run. And that's what makes me so hot. To have him poor as a church mouse and still think he's better than I am. Why, it's positively insulting, don't y' know!" ''I'll try him with this," said Nelson, shoving the money into his pocket. Delancy had known Nelson for some time, in another town, and felt sure that in this matter Nelson could be trusted to use the money as he had said. In truth, Nelson had no other thought. He did not much need money for himself. "I'll hunt him up before that game comes off and fix ?im," he promised, confidently. "Two hundred would be pretty good wages, for abstaining from one game, don't y ou think? It would catch a good many fellow s I know, when they get nothing at all for playing. I'd be glad to favor Reel. I liked him, that time I met him. And I hope he can work himself up to the head, if Lightfoot gets out of the way tem porarily. You can help him in that?'' "I'm sure I can." Delancy looked confident. As a student at the academy, having the favor of Prof. Sanderson and a good many others, he felt that his influence was considerable. He was not a member of the eleven. Personally, he was not physically fitted for strenuous athletics, and did not attempt even to get a position on the academy eleven; but Reel was ambitious for football and athletic honors. "I can give him a boost," he said, confidently. "Reel's clevah; and if Jack could be got out of the way he'd have a chance." "If Kirtland could be put out of the same game, I suppose he'd be sure of the captaincy?" "I think he would." '"\1:aybe I could work Kirt." "It would be harder to buy Kirtland. He's got money himself, plenty of it; the Kirtlands and the Strawns are the wealthiest people in the with perhaps the exception of Tom Lightfoot's father." "Tom is Jack's cousin?" "Yes." "Why don't Jack get help from them?" "He's too proud, y' know. He wants to feel in dependent, I suppose." "Ah! I see. Doesn't want to be under obligations to anyone." "That's about it, I guess. I think that's it." "Well, it's nice to feel independent." "But a fellah can't, y' know, when he hasn't any money." "That's so, too. A fellow without money is every man's servant. Well, I'll try him. I'll scrape together a hundred, and make my offer two hundred. I could make it even more. Would you raise your offer, if 1 find that two hundred isn t enough?" "Bah Jave, I will!" declared Delancy. "I'll make it another hundred, if it's necessary." "Gad, I'll try him! If he can be bought, I'll buy him, for just one game, anyway. Of course there'll have to be some plan by which he might make his friends see that he couldn't help dropping out of the game. But that can be arranged." CHAPTER II. BEN NELSON'S MISTAKE. Two evenings later, just at nightfall, Phil Kirtland was along the street, in Cranford, on his way home. Phil was a handsome youth, as Ben Nelson had noted from that upper window in Tidewater. Dark of complexion, with fine eye s and a clear dark skin, he carried his head erect, his shoulders well back, and always dressed neatly and becomingly. As he thus walked along he heard a voice behind him, and, turning, saw Ben Nelson. "Hello, Lightfoot!" Ben called, in a low tone. Phil stared. Ben Nelson had been pointed out to him in water, though personally he had not met him; yet he knew that Nelson was the new player on whom Tide water depended for great things. He stopped, waiting for Nelson to come up. He saw that Nelson had mistaken him for Jack or Tom Light foot, and was about to correct this erroneous impres sion, when Nelson spoke again, using that same low tone. "I want just a word with you, m regard to that


4 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. game, you know. You're the captain of the eleven, I believe?" He came close up to Phil, looking him in the face. "What I've got to say is very private. Could we go somewhere for a little talk?" Phil checked his desire to enlighten this Tidewater p!ayer. Something in that tone, and in Ben Nelson's manner, told him that this private talk might reveal things well worth knowing; and for an instant a sus picion that something might be revealed against Jack, if he kept quiet, flashed across his mind. As is well known, he did not altogether like Jack. "What is it you want to say?" he asked. "Is there any reason why it can't be said right here?" "I don't care to talk on the street," said Nelson, cautiously. "It's a little private consultation about that game to be played with Tidewater." "Oh, yes, I see!" Phii's eyes flashed. "Well, I was just on my way to-ta my uncle's, and if you will go with me, we can go up to a room I use there, and talk as long as we want to." "Your uncle s?' Oh, yes, Tom Lightfoot's home! I've heard of him. We'd be quite secure there?" Phil turned away his flushed face, fearing it would betray him. "Sure thing!" he said. "There isn't any place we'd be safer." "Lead the way, then." "I was just going there." Ben hooked his arm confidently in Phil Kirtland's, and walked on with him. "Yau were pointed out to me on the street at Tide water the other day, and I fixed your face so well in my mind that I knew you as soon as I saw you." ''Oh, I WJlS ?" "Yes. You were with Phil Kirtland at the time, and you were over there making some arrangements about the football game to be played there the day before Thanksgiving." "Ah! I see. Who pointed me out to you ?1' "Delancy Shelton." "Ah! I see." "Delancy doesn't like you very well." "Why did he take the trouble to point me out, then ?" "I'll tell you that when we're alone together in that room.'1 Phil's head seemed whirling round like a top. This whole mistake of Ben Nelson's was so topsy-turvy that he found it hard to himself to it at once. "Did Delancy have anything to say about-Phil Kirtland ?" "I'll tell you about that, when we get to the room. "Well, here we are." Phil was in front of hi1 ovm home, but on the side street, instead of the front one from which he usually entered. On the door facing that front street was a name plate which he did not want Ben Nelson to see; so had conducted him to this side entrance. "Is Tom in?'! Nelson asked, cautiously. Phil wanted to laugh. "N-no; he isn't in just now." "Then we'll be all right for a safe little talk." "Don't be afraid that we'll be troubled." Phil was anxious now lest his mother should see him and call him by name, and so "knock the fat into the fire." Therefore, he opened the side door softly, and as softly led the way upstairs. / Ben Nelson looked about with admiration, when shown by Phil into his room. It was handsomely, even lavishly, furnished. "Your cousin Tom must be rather a swell dog, he observed. Phil laughed. He had got control of himself and began to feel easier. "Yes, he is; this is his room. I come over and use it whenever I want to." "Nice to have a cousin like that." "Rather." "Pretty. off, I suppose?'' He looked about the room curiously, walking toward the dre ser, with its big mirror. "Yes, rather." "Gee!" he was looking down at the mankure set on the dresser. "Something of a swell, I take it? Phil laughed again. This was as good as a coinedy. "Oh, I don't know I He likes to take good care of himself, that's all,'' "Feels he's getting old enough to shave, but uses a safety razor. Barber shop s are too common for him, I suppose. Or, perhaps, this is something you use?" "Yes, I use it sometimes. No danger of barber's itch, if you shave yourself." Nelson turned round and looked at Phil, who was now smiling. "No offense, 1 hope? It's none of my business, of course, what your cousin Tom does.11 At that instant Phil was thrown into a chill of ap prehension. He heard his mother at the foot of the stair and he expected that she would speak his name. "Ar e y o u up there?" s h e called.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 5 "Yes," Phil answered. "Oh, all right, then!" She went away, and Phil breathed easier. Ben Nelson was studying him closely; and it struck him now that for a young fellow who was as poverty stricken as Delancy Shelton said, Phil dressed rather elegantly. He noted the well-made and neatly pressed trousers; the clean white linen, cuffs and collars; the well-fitting coat; and the expensive soft hat, which Phil had tossed down carelessly. "Oh, I guess he takes money from Tom's folks, in spite of what Shelton said!" was his conclusion. "I can buy him, all right." Phil had turned on the gas and lighted it. A pleas ant wood fire crackled in the grate, making the roam warm and cozy. He sat down now, and Nelson did the same. Phil was still wondering if Jack Lightfoot had cated by mail, or in some other way, with this fellow, and was anxious for the revelatiofhhinted at. "Have a cigarette?" Nelson invited, taking out a box and pushinoit toward Phil, hoping thus to pave the way for the confidential talk. "No, thanks," Phil answered. "Don't use them?" he asked, elevating his dark brows. "I never happened to get into the habit." "Well, it's a bad habit; but it seems to have become a necessity to me. You don't mind if I smoke?" "Not at all." He lighted his cigarette and poured a cloud of smoke through his thin "Funny how a habit like this gets fastened on a fellow!" He again looked earnestly at Phil. "They tell me, Lightfoot, that you re a crackerjack." Phil flushed. He never liked praise of Jack, since Jack was, and long had been, his in the athletic world of Cranford. Yet he said : "That's good! vVho says it?" "Oh, I've heard it everywhere." ''That's good." "Delancy $helton for one ; he thinks that you and Phil Kirtland and Reel Snodgrass are the three best ever." "I'll have to thank Delancy for that." Nelson was wondering how he could get to the point which had brought him over there. "I suppose Delancy doesn't think quite so much of Phil Kirtland?" Phil questioned. "He thinks Phil and Reel are about on a par." Phil smiled grimly. "Oh, he does ?" "And that you're the king pin!" "Good for Delancy! I thought he'd pttt Reel at the top of the heap1 and I'm surprised that it's..-er -me." "He'd like to see Reel at the top of the heap. pay good money to bring that about." "Oh, he would?" "Sure thing, Lightfoot. And money talks, you know!" "Yes, money's all right." "I'd like to have all I could use of it." "So would I." He again studied Phil's face, clouding his own as he did so with the tobacco smoke. "Yau wouldn't care to favor Reel in any way, I suppose? Delancy thinks you don't like him." "What makes Delancy think that?" "He says you've had trouble with him." "And yet Delancy knows that-I-tried to get Reel into the academy-I mean into the high-school athletic club, and on the high-school gym. If I dislike him so, how does he account for that?" "Oh, he's generous enough to admit that you're willing to put good material into the eleven, no matter where it comes from." "Oh, he is?" "Delaney's a pretty nice fellow, I take it." "Oh, yes, I suppose he's all those who like him." He laughed, but could hardly keep the bitterness out of it. "I can see you don't like him. And yet you O\.tght to have heard how he flattered you, about a good many things." "Thanks!" said Phil, dryly. "I didn't know Delancy thought so much of-me." "He thinks you're all right, Lightfoot. Yet1 be cause he fears you don't like him, he--" He stopped, sucked at his cigarette, and did not finish the sentence. "So Delancy wants Reel to be at the top of the heap?" said Phil. "Bad." "What's he willing to do to bring that about?" Nelson drew his chair nearer and lowered his voice. "He's willing to pay handsomely for any favors shown Reel." "Oh, that so? Well, that's kind of him, I'm sure "Yes. Money's no object with Delancy, you know."


G ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. \ "He's thrown away a good deal of it, since he's been here." "And is willing to throw away more. In this mat ter, for instance, he'd be willing to pay you something handsome, you know, if you'd contrive to get out of the way in just one game-this next game-an<;! give Reel a show." Phil flushed. "He thinks that-I would sell out, does he?" "Don't put it that way. No, he doesn't think you'd sell out." He settled back and again poured a cloud of smoke through his nostrils. This was ticklish business, and he feared he might bungle it. "You're the captain of the eleven, you know?'' "Yes." Phil did not consider this a straight-out lie. He was captain of the academy eleven. "I don't want to flatter you," said Nelson, laying his hand confidentially and approvingly on Phil's knee, "but Delancy Shelton thinks you're some kind of a wizard. He says that no matter how the fellows here quarrel among themselves, when they get into an eleven under you they lay everything aside and fight as if they were one man." "That isn't for-not for me, you know," Phil urged "We fight for Cranford-for the Cranford honor. De lancy doesn't seem to understand--" "He may be a little dense on that point; but still he thinks, Lightfoot, that you're a wonder in that way." "Kind of him, I'm sure!" said Phil, hardly able to hide the hidden sneer. Nelson again took time for thought. "What's his plans for Reel?" Phil asked, willing to help the thing along, and even hurry it a bit if he could. 1'As I said, I beLieve, he thinks if you were out of the way in one game Reel would have a chance to shine he might even be made captain for that game." "What about-er-Kirtland? Wouldn't he be likely to come in next after Jack-I mean after myself, of course. There are a lot of fellows here who think that Kirtland is a better athlete than I am in every way, and would make a better captain "Delancy doesn't think so." "Oh, he doesn't.! He's a judge, I suppose?" It was hard for him to conceal the sneer; yet Nelson was so taken with the belief that this was Jack Light foot that he failed to notice it. "He thinks Reel is as good as Kirt1and, or even better. I ;rather believe he thinks he's better. He wants him to have a show. And then, besides, some way might be found to get Kirtland out of this same game, if you'd consent to give Reel a show." "Ah!" "That's what he thinks." "Shelton is a clever fellow." "That's what he is. And he's got money-and ts willing to spend it." Phil looked at him with flashing, dark eyes. "Just what are you driving at Nelson?" Nelson tried to laugh. "Don' t get peppery, if it doesn't suit you! But De lancy is willing to put good money into your fist, if you'll contrive in some way to keep out of that next game." "And-Kirtland?" "Delancy will look out for that. He' s more afraid of you?" "Ah! he is?" "A good deal more afraid of you." "What's he willing to do?" "That's business, Lightfoot. I'm glad you're will ing to talk this thing o v er. A little money is mighty handy to have you know. A fellow doesn't get a cent for playing those games; and if he could be paid hand somely for keeping out of just one of them, why it might stand him in hand to think about it. And, any way," he went on, proceeding to argue it, "there wouldn't be much chance of Cranford losing in the whole series, for she s already pretty well ahead al ready, you know. She's been sweeping the field, you see?'' "I understand." "Well, now, how would two hundred dollars look to you?'' Phil flushed. "You'll give me two hundred to stay out of the game?" "That's what I will!" "When am I to have it?" Nelson pulled out some bills. He lowered his voice, as he slipped the money through his fingers. "I can pay you a hundred down; and if you con trive to keep out of the game, you're to have a hundred more after it's played." "Delancy gave you this money?'' "A hundred of it. I'm putting up the other." "And how do you expect to get it back?" "vVell, if you're out, I'm going to lay some bets on Tid ewat e r wir m : ng."


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 7 "Ah! I see." "From all I it wot\ld be a cinch, if we had both yqu and Kirtiancl out of the way." "Why don't you try to-bribe Phil Kirtland?" "Delancy says he couldn't be bought "And he thinks that---,that.I could?!' l ,, "He says youWell, I call it buying, you see. We'll just say that it's a little favor given you for keeping out of the game." "But he thinks that-that Kirtland is more hone:it than I am?" "N.o, he didn't say that." "Well, go on." .. I "Do you want this hundred, and a pundred more, just as-as a little favor, you know?" Phil thought a moment. His was a curious study. Be was w011dering what Jack Lightfoot would do under these circumstances. He could bring himself to believe that Jack would accept a bribe, except-as he meant to do --himselfrfor the purpose of trapping the would-be briber. "What am I to do? And what if the thing spould become known ?" "I've planned that all out. I'm ready to tell you, if you're ready to accept my offer." "Go ahead." "You accept the offer?" "Let me have the plan first." "Well, I've thought you could come to Tidewater the afternoon before the game. You can do it all right, for there's to no school, I understand. The game's to be on Wednesday, the clay before Thanksgiving. I'll arrange with some fellows to jump on you They'll pretend to hammer you up, but they'll not hurt you. You're to put up a bluff of having been hurt so that you can't go into the game. You can claim that your wrist is h urt, or your ankle twisted; anything you like, you see." "And aqout Kirtland?" "Something can be planned up for him between now and then." Phil sat staring at him. He was naturally most anx ious to know what would be done to Kirtland. "I'll do it," he said, suddenly. Nelson dropped the money-one hundred dollarsinto his hand. "The other hundred after the game." i "You're afraid I might not stay out of it, if you paid all in advance?'' "We have to make sure of these things." Now that Jack Lightfoot had, he thought,, accepted the "bribe," Ben Nelson was not so particular as to his choice of words. The supposed Jack Light foot had been wonderfully lowered in his estimation. If the bribe had been refused, he would have thought much t11ore of him. People who are willing to bribes always have a low opinion of the tools they use. "I'll be there!" said Phil, breathing hard, and thrust ing the hundred into his pocket. "And don't forget that you'll get the other hundred!" said Nelson, almost insolently. Phil rose. His face was very red, for he was not accustomed to being addressed in that tone "I'll not forget it!" Ben Nelson got up at the same time, to leave the room. "Lightfoot, it's money that makes the world go round; as you've discovered!" He spoke cynically. "Right you are," Phil assented. "You've found that I like a little money as well as the next fellow. Well, that's all right. I'm rather glad that yott've found it out. I'll be after that other hundred." He opened the door, and went to the foot of the stairs with Nelson, letting him out there. "I'll se you again, Lightfoot!" "Yes, good-by; and keep the thing still." "Don't be afraid I won't." He slipped out and was gone. Phil's mother appeared. "What did he mean by calling you Lightfoot?-" Phil chuckled. "He thinks I'm Jack Lightfoot, and he's been l_}ribing me." "Bribing you?" "He thinks he's been bribing me. Look at that." He showed the money. "That was to have gone to Jack?'' she asked. "He thought he was giving it to Jack. It's about the football game. He's from Tidewater, aAd is one of their eleven." "Would Jack accept a bribe?" "I hope not. But I've saved him the trouble. I've taken it for him." "And what are you going to do with it?" "I don't know yet. I must have time to think about it." "Well, if that isn't the strangest thing!" He faced toward his mother. "Do I look like Jack Lightfoot?'' "Not in the least."


8 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Well, I thought not. But that f ellow g o t us mixed. He thinks I'm Jack Lightfoot "What a queer mistake, said his mother. "I never thought Jack would take a bribe." I CHAPTER III. WHAT FOLLOWED. After thinking the thing over, and taking a whole night "to sleep on the subject,'' Phil Kirtland decided to tell Jack. If there was one thing more than another on which Phil prided himself it was that he always "played fair." I I That he had not played fair with Ben N was fault, he argued, rather than his own He was self-deceived, though, in thinking he had always played fair with Jack Lightfoot. He had done several things that could hardly be called honorable. He justified them by the belief that Jack had not al w ays been honorable with him. The state of warfare i!l which he and Jack now and then found themselves occasionally seemed to demand deceit. But in this n-.atter be thought he ought to go to Jack. HI! was himself threatened, as well as Jack. He found Tom with Jack in the little shed room at Jack's home; and there he showed to them the hundred dollars given to him by Ben Nelson, and told his sttry, finding Jack and Tom both interested listeners The struck Jack in so humorous a way that Q.e laughed heartily. "'That'$ the funniest thing I ever heard of!" ''It is funny," Kirtland admitted. "But what are you going to do about it?" "Nothing. Just keep out of the way of those fel lows." "I wish I knew what they've got up their sleeve against me?" said Phi1, nervously. "If a fellow knows what's to happen, he can be prepared for it; but I don't like the dark-lantern style of business." "Y ?U worked him great!" Jack declared, with ad miration. "What are you going to do with the money?" "I don't know yet. It was intended for you, you know." He looked at Jack criticaUy. "What would you have done, if he had not made that fool mistake, but had come to you?"' "I don't think I could w o rked it a s cleverl y as you did. Likely I should have felt insulted, and then l have and ended perhaps by kicking him out of the house. I'm glad he went to you, for now we've got him all !wisted up. "He' s camping ori the wrong trail, all righ ," said Tom, gnmly. "And if a fellow tamps on the wrong trail, he's sure to go in the wrong direction. Say we may get some fun out of this thing yet. "What do y o u think of Delancy?" "Tom asked of Phil. "You've been thinking rather well of him! "He's a bigger fool than Ithought he wa s." "I'm betting Reel Snodgrass doesn't know a thino. b about this." "Because he would be too good for it?" Phil queried. "Nithe wouldn't!" "He wouldn t be too good for it, but I think he d have too much sense." "He' s d o ne tricks that were as silly ; Jack declared "We'll ha v e t o go over to Tidewater the afternoon before the game, just to see what those fellows try to do," Phil. "It may be a good idea," Jack assented. "I'd rather like to see this thing through myself." "A d I T d "W n o m agree e II put our fellows w!se, and then mo v e against Tidewater the day before the game. Say, w e can get some great fun out of this!" About the time that Phil was thus reporting and the three Lranford fellows were the singular attempt at br i bery, Ben Nelson was telling of his "suc cess to Kid Casey, known through the baseball season as the "Wizard Pitcher of the Four-Tow n League." Casey was none too good for such a bit of bribery himself, yet it surprised him to be told that Jack Light foot had succumbed to Nelson's efforts. He looked at Nelson quizzically. "Wouldn't y o u feel funny, if you discover .that Lightfoot was too shrewd for you ? "In what way?" said Nelson, flus hing. "Well, he s g o t yom : hundred d o llars! Suppo s e he doesn t carry out his part of the agrl'!ement ?'' -"If he d o e s n t he won t get the other hundred! "But he 'll have the hundred you left with him! He'll be that much ahead. And he'll have the laugh on you. "Is he that kind?" "He' s pretty long-headed. And it would be a great trick, if he worked you for that. I wouldn t mention it yet to any of the other members of the eleven. I'll k eep mum, and you can blow yor horn afterward, if it w orks." "So, you think maybe I was the sucker?"


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 9 J "I don't like the sound of it. light. foot d0esn't have .. that reputation." ,1 / thought so. And Jack too\< the money, all right." "He'd take it, of course, if he .was .. you." "If he was, I'll get even. with him!" Kid Casey laughed in an amused way1, "Jack Lightfoot\ a ; dog. I'm he sold you." "I'll hammer his head off, if I. find he did!" "Just keep it still-that's my Ben Nelson kept it still, so far as communicating with the other members of the eleven were concerned, taking Casey's advice in this. And the mere thought that perhaps Jack had tricked him made him "sore." So, instead of getting the mild-mannered fellows he had planned to get, who were to make but a pretense of "hammering" Jack, he got together some thugs of the town, and spent the most of the ot!+er hundred dollars in paying them to "pound to a pulp'' Jack Lightfoot, as soon as he arrived in ) .. [ CHAPTER IV. COUNTER SCHEMING. On tlte dayfollowing Phil IGrtland's surprising revelation, Jack Lightfoot, by apparent chance, en countered Delancy Shelton. Delancy seemed to want to avoid him, and there was almost a look of fright in his pale blue eyes when Jack hailed him. But Jack's manner, as he came up, was genial, and even jovial. "Going over to the game?" he -asked, 1n the most matter-of-fact way "We're expecting to have a great time over there, and it will be worth seeing, in my 6pin ion Delancy hesitated, toying with his cane. "Well, yes," he admitted, "I rawther thought I'd take it in, don't y' know." "That's good. Football's a great game, when it's playea right." "I rawther like it, y' know." "I wonder you don't try for the academy eleven." Delancy flushed with pleasure. He did not really care for the eleven, but it flattered him to think that anyone considered him good football material. He glahced down at his spindle legs, encased in neat-fitting trousers. "I think I could run, don't y' know. I mightn't be so good in the rush line, though." "But there's a lot of runn)ng to be done in football. Clever running is a big part of the game. I consider \iVilson Crane one of our finest players. He so heavy, but he's a wonderful runner." Even Reel Snorlgrass had never suggested to De lancy that he might be good football timber, and he felt immensely flattered. He began to think he had not appreciated Jack's discernment until now. "If I had a chawnce, y' know, I might try it some time," he admitted, feeling for the moment an un known stir of football ambition. "If you were in the high schc;iol, now !" They walked on side by side, talking, and Delan cy felt almost ashamed of that sneaking scheme he i ,ad entered into with Ben Nelson. The next morning Jack met Delancy again, once more by apparent chance. "If you're going over to the game, Delancy, and don't object, I'd like to ride over with you in your auto," he suggested. Once upon a time Delancy had been much offended because Jack, in a case of necessity, had taken his auto mobile without permission, and had driven it hard.* But many things had happened since then, and his opinion of Jack had materially changed "Why aw he said, "it will be all right you to, if you'd like to, don't y' know." "Is Reel going with you?" "I don't know "\iVell, if there's room, just me a member of your automobile party for that ride to Tidewater Delaney's auto, if not Delancy himself, was a great' favorite with the girls of Cranford. So it did not sr prise Jack when, on the afternoon before the day of the game, Delancy "tooled" his big machine down to Jack's house, with some young ladies perched in the tonneau. They were Lily Livingston, Kate Strawn and Nellie Conner. "Just room enough left for you and your sister, do n't y' know," said Delancy, gayly. "Thanks," said Jack, who had come out to the paling gate. -He darted back into th house to notify Daisy. She was all ready, but had expected to go by another means of conveyance. ,.. "How lovely of Delancy!" she exclaimed. "I really wouldn't have expected it of him. Tell him I'll be ready in just a minute." She did not know of Jack's plans. He had not told *See No. 24, "Jack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash."


IO ALL-SPORTS LIBRJ\f{Y. her, for he was not sure she would approve of them. But he had resolved to turn the tables on Delancy if possib l e and teach him a much-needed lesson. Nor had Jack told her of that scheme which had been uncovered by Phil Kirtland. This was chiefly be cause he knew that both Daisy and his mother would immediately begin to worry, if they dreamed that he was going into possible danger in visiting Tidewater. Jack did not consider the danger great, now tl;iat he was forewarned ; but he knew they would think it great, and would.be filled with unnecessary uneasiness. Daisy's "minute" was five minutes long, but she came out after a while, arrayed for the trip, wearing a heavy jacket and furs, for the day was sharp and frosty. Yet it was a glorious afternoon for suci1 a riae as that ii.ow contemplated, and the mere thought of it flushed her cheeks with pleasure. That Daisy did not especially like Delancy Shelton did not lessen her desire for that proffered ride in the automobile especially as some of her girl friends were also going. Jack and Delancy stood ready to assist her into the seat. "Deuced charming, you are, this awfternoon, don't y' know!" said Delancy, doffing his cap when ap peared And when she flushed prettily, he began almost to wish that he haq not taken that ungentlemanly step against Jack Lightfoot. It might be worth his while to become better acql.1ainted with Jack's pretty sister; and, in doing that, it would be well, of course, to "stand in" with Jack himself v That was a gay party, and a delightful ride, through the frosty air to Tidewater, the road lying for a great portion of the way by the beautiful lake, and then aiong the shores of Malapan River, which opened out into a tidal estuary as the town of Tidewater was approached. After Tidewater was reached and the girls had been taken to their hotel, Jack accompanied Delancy while he drove the auto to a garage, and then walked with him about the town. Jack kept so close to Delancy that the latter began to wonder after a while if could be any meaning to it. He had not seen Ben Nelson since ihat conference with him at the hotel, but a letter from Nelson had said that Jack was "fixed." Once or twice it was almost on Delaney's tongue to hin t of the rriatter to Jack, bfat he refrained through caution. "' K ow he desirecl to meet rel son, and to meet him alone. Finally Nelson was sighted, at the steps of the hotel, where he had come to meet Delancy. Jack dropped back before N elsoh "spotted" him, and Delancy hurried on alone, glad to be free for a little while "Hello!" said Nelson "Been looking everywhere for you. Where you been ?" "Walking ronnd with Jack Lightfoot." "Gee! He was with yon! 'When was that?" "Just now." Nelson had Phil Kirtland in hi 111ind's eye, of course, when speaking of f acR:, but Delancy did not know that; he supposed that N elso11 had seer'l and talked with Jack. "He came over with me in my auto, y' know; with some girls, y' know." ''The dickens! Did he speak of the bribe to you?'' "Not a word." the fact that he's takeh the bribe has ma.de him friendly to you? well, I suppose, naturally, that would be the result. Now that he knows the money's corning partly from you he'll be on more friendly terms with you; for, you see, he'll be wanting t o get more.' An itching palm gets worse all the time, Delancy." The result of what he had planned and clone came to Delancy suddenly in a new way. It occurred to him that perhaps, after all, he had taken the very course to get in with Jack Lightfoot. And his belief that every body loves money and will take a bribe, if only they are approached right, grew stronger. He was thinking, too, of Jack's sister Lately Lily Livingston had con ducted herself very much as if, she thought she O\yned Del ancy, and he was beginning -to weary of it. would serve her right if I threw her over and took up with Daisy Lightfoot. Deuced pretty girl, dpn't y' know!" He spoke half aloud, unconsciously. "What was that?" said Nelson. "Aw-just nothing at all, don't y' know." "I thought you said something. Jack's ready to play his part, is he? well, of course you haven't spoken to him about it. I wonder if I could get to see him soon? I wish he'd had come on with you. I'd like to explain to him how I've workecl out the plan." They were alone in one of the hotel corridors now He turned and looked Delancy full in the face. he said, "I spoke of that little sch eme of ours to a friend who knows Jack Lightfoot, and it's his opinion that Jack's playing double in thrs


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. II game; that he 'll keep that hu11dred I gav e h im, and not go through with his part of the agreement at all. Delancy had another revulsion of feeling Would Jack do that? And was that why he had clung so closely to him that day? "Who is this friend ?" he asked. "I don't care to mention his name; but he knows Jack Lightfoot. He says Jack is smart, and that he'll throw us both down before we get through with it." "I almost wish I hadn't gone into it, y know." He was thinking of Daisy. "You' re weakening? "No--awit isn't that." "Well, I'm going to carry the thing through, now that I've gone into it. And you want to help your friend Reel you see." "Yes I'd rawther like to help Reel." He took out a cigarette nervously and lighted it. He fancied that a cigarette helped to soothe him when he was nervous. "Well, I've got my money in it," said Nelson, "and I've laid some heavy bets on Tidewater. I can't afford to funk now. I've got to carry the thing through, and give Jack a chance to earp. his money by plling out of the game, and making it more certa in that Tidewater will win." He did not say to Delancy that he had hired thugs who were under instructions to pound Jack Lightfoot to a pulp. CHAPTER V. TURNING THE TABLES. Jack Lightfoot knew how necessary it W<.J.S to keep Ben N elson deceived as to his identity; so, though he followed Delancy int o the hotel, being but a few yards behind him he kept a close watch to prevent Ben N els o n from seeing him. D e lanc y and Ben had disappeared into the latter's rooin and Jack heard the hum of their v oices, though he c o uld not make out what they were saying, a thing he was most anxious about. A s he pa ssed al ong the corrid o r he beheld Mrs Ran dolph Li v ingston, Lily's mother, who had come o ver from Cranford on the afterno o n train, and had been at the h o tel when Lily and her companions arrived. Mrs. Livingston had little else to do but chaperon the girls wherever they went, and she did it w i llingly, and while at it contrived to throw Lily and Delancy together a great deal. She had an eye on Delaney's money, desiring her daughter to have something to say ab o ut the handl i n g o f th a t m o ney in the years to c ome. She smiled on Jack amiably and hyp o critically, as he appeared; then moved alon g the c o rridor. Is that your room? Jack asked in a low tone pointing to the one she had from. It was next to the one from which that hum of voices issued. "Yes s he answered. "Do you mind if I go in there just a minute? My hair is all tumbled." It was not often that Jack de s cended to deceit, but he was descending to it now as recklessly as any ama teur detective. "Not in the least," was her smiling answer. Mrs. Livingston, whose manner toward Jack had once been haughty and condescending, seemed pleased to-morrow but they 'll not really hurt him." Jack stepped joyfully into the room and closed tbe door after him. Instantly he heard the talk in the other room, by ap plying his ear to the thin partition: to walk with Jack t o the corner of Innes Street, and o n s o me excuse send him across to tli.e drug store that st a nds on the opp o site c o rner. As he goes across, you re to say 'Hurrah for Cranford! That will be about the time he is in the middle of the street, and you re to say it loud enough for the fellows who'll be there to hear you. they 'll kick up some sort of a row with Jack, and pretend to pound him up, so that he can have an excuse for not g o ing into the game to-morrow, but they 'll not really hurt him. The words came to Jack clearly though not spoken loud, for the partition wall was thin Delancy was sucking nervously at his cigarette. "Aw-why didn't you arrange it for you to go with him?" he grumbled. He still thinking of Daisy. "Well I'v e planned it that way, and I don't want to change it now. You've lost your courage. But there s not the slightest clanger to you." "But if he sho uld twig, y' know?" "He'll not. What's the matter with you, Shelton? You w ere crazy t o go int o this thing the other day. Now I've laid the plan s and you 'll have to help me to carry them out. Here, take a bracer! You need some thing." He produced a bottle. Jack heard the drawing of the cork, and knew that Delancy was taking a drink.


I2 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "I'll go through with it," Delancy promised. "When is this to be ?" "Just at dark, shortly after that street lamp there is lighted." Jack had heard enough. He crept out of the room, and was glad he had not tarried, for he saw Mrs Liv ingston coming, and she might have spoken his name. He avoided her, and hastened downstairs and out into the street. He left the hotel at once, and after a little searching found Innes Street, and located the street lamp there, and the drug store on the opposite corner. Then he began to think of what he should do. "Delancy needs a lesson," was his thought. "Those fellows intend to make a bluff of attacking me, to give me an excuse to pretend to-morrow that I'm lame and can't go into the game. Well, even a bluff of an attack will be enough for Delancy. Let's see--how can I work it?" Remaining away from the hotel, to make sure that he would not be seen by Ben Nelson-Phil Kirtland had already been instructed to remain away for the same reason-J ar.k went back to it just as the street lamps were being lighted. In the meantime, Delancy had taken several other drinks, to keep the first company, and now felt again in a temper to carry the thing through to the end. Jack made sure that Nelson was not near, before revealing himself. "Bah Jove, where have you been?" Delancy de manded, coming toward him. "Just loafing round. Come, take a walk." He linked his arm through Delaney's, and they turned down the street, Delancy swinging his cane and smoking his cigarette. "Where--aw-are you going?'' Delancy queried. "Just strolling around." "Oh, yes, that's right; just strolling round, y' know!" He looked at Jack craftily. His pale blue eyes were glittering and his cheeks were white. Drink always affected Delancy in that way. "Money's a good thing, Lightfoot!" he said, insolently, as he turned with him toward Innes Street. Jack laughed. "I'd like to have all I could get of it." "Bah Jave, stand in with me, Lightfoot, and you can wear diamonds." "I hope you don't mean steel bracelets?" "I've got money to burn, and I'm willing to burn it for my friends, y' know. Reel's my friend, and I stand by him, y' know. I always stand by my friends. You ain't been my friend, Lightfoot." "Have you been mine?" "Naw, I haven't.'' "Has it been my fault?" "Well-aw-you seemed so deuced common, y' know, when I first met you. So deuced poor, y' know. A fellah cawn't be anything, if he's poor, y' know." The insolent superciliousness of his tone was mad dening. "He can be honest and clean," Jack asserted, warmly. "Don't go at that, Lightfoot. I know that you aren't any better than other folks, don't y' know, since you took that money:" He sneered. "For all y

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 13 Delancy started at a quick pace across the street. Jack struggled to his feet, leaning against the side of the building, though he was not hurt to any extent. As he did so, four young fellows appeared round the corner. "Is it him-is that the bloke?" they askecl, speaking to Jack and nodding toward Delancy. "Don't hurt him," Jack urged; "just thump him up a little. You understand. Give him a scare. Hurrah for Cranford !" He spoke in a low tone. "Vv e understand, you bet!" They leaped out into the street. "Say, old sport, wait a minute!" one of them called to Delancy. Delancy turned and saw them, and by instinct knew they were the fellows hired by Ben Nelson. "Go back!" he whispered, waving his band as they drew near. "The things off-it's not necessary now, y' knovv; he's already )1Urt his ankle." The thug came straight on. "Oh, it's off, is it?" he asked. He came up to Delancy with a pugilistic hunch of his thick shoulders, his pals being right behind him. "Go back, please!" Delancy urgeCl. don't want him to know that I'm into this thing, y' know. Please go back, cawn't ye?"' "Can't we? Vv ow! We'll _hit ye fer that-an extra one." Then he drew off and landed a blow that caught Delancy over the eye and almost knocked him from his feet. "We was told to hammer the daylights out of youse, an' we're the boys that obeys instructions to de letter -see? So 'ere you git it." He gave a second punch in the face, which toppled off his hat. Crowding close against him from the other side, another young ruffian landed a blow that knocked De lancy from his feet. A third struck him as he fell. Then they jumped at him, kicking him with their heavy shoes. "Hi, there!" Jack yelled. This was not what he had anticipated; and he sprang from the sidewalk and started for the young who were handling Shelton so roughly. "Help!" Delancy began to bawl. "Call de police, will ye? Take dat-an'

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Jack called the carriage and then rode with De-lancy to the hotel. As he helped Delancy from the carriage and up to his room, it came to Delancy like a fla sh that Jack had recovered in a marvelous manner from the result of that twisted ankle. "It's queer, don't y' know, that your-aw-ankle doesn't hurt you any more!" he observed "I sur: .pose it's-aw-the excitement It will cure some things--excitement will. You were surprised-awwhen those ruffians jumped out and attacked me?" "I was surprised at the way they handled y ou He helped Delancy into his room, then closed the door, and rang for further assistance. "And I was surprised,, too, by the way they--" He stopped and stared at Jack. "What was that y o u said, Lightfoot?" "I said I was surprised by the way they handled you. I thought they meant to make a mild attacka sort of bluff, you see!" Delaney's face, flushed by the indignity which had been heaped on him and by the pain, paled again, be coming white. He looked hard at Jack. "I-aw-don't think I understand y o u y' know! "I see you don't. But I understood you." "Understood me?" "I'm not quite the fool that I seem to you, De lancy. Put that down in your notebook, so that y o u won't forget it." Delancy dropped, staring, into the easy-chair that had been drawn out for him. "In the first place I knew of that trick you and Ben Nelson meant to work." Delaney's face caught some color again. "Of-of course you did, for you-you received the money, y' know." "Not any, Delancy. There's where you're mistaken. Ben Nelson made a fool of himself and went to Phil Kirtland with that bribe, and Phil made him think that he was me. See? Can you get that through your head?" Delaney's face went white again and a loo k of fright and bewilderment came into his pale blue eyes. "What?" he howled r forgetting his pain. "Straight goods Delancy! We dropped to the whole game, and when I slipped and pretended to wrench my ankle it was for the purpose of sending you across the street to that drug store and not because I had hurt my ankle. You went; the thug s made the mistake o f thin k ing yo u were the fell o w they were t o hamm er; and they proceeded to hammer you. See?'' Delancy seemed about to swoon in the chair. Then, while his eyes still held that staring look 1 of dismay, his wits began to come back to him. "It's a mistake, y' know!" he declared. Jack smiled. "Yes, I know it was, as it turned out-a costly mis take for you." "But don't mean that. You're mistaken, y' know. I-I--" "Didn't you say something about that bribe I was supposed to have accepted, as we walked t o gether down to that street corner?" Delancy groaned, but managed to pretend that it was from the pain of his injuries. "You-you don t understand what I was trying to "Delancy," said Jack, sharply, "I overheard you and Ben Nelson talking right in this room this afternoon, when you were making your plans-or rather when he was telling you his-for that Innes Street con spiracy. I wa s in Mrs Livingston s room, next door, and heard all of it." Delancy sank limply back in his chair, gasping, his eyes big and scared. "But-but--" "No use t o pile up any more lies, Delancy. There coi-nes the man I rang for. Give him your orders. As for me-ta, ta !" He backed through the door, waving his hand mock ingly. Delancy sat staring at the door where he had van ished. "Great gods and little fishes!" he gasped "That was-aw-the worst mistake ever, Y' know-the very worst ever CHAPTER VI. SETTLING IT. Ben Nelson was in a wild rage against both Jack Lightfo o t and Phil Kirtland, hut principally in connec tion with Phil. He had heard of the miscarriage of his plan-he had not been far away at the time it happened-and when he hurried to Delaney's room, shortly after Jack left it, Delancy had told him the whole story, with much groanin g, an d had foolishly l o aded him with repr o aches. Then theJ;e had been an exchange of sharp words,


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. in which each called the other a fool and other equally unpleasant things, and Nelson had come away, as hot as mustard, leaving Delancy to his arnica, his groans andlhis court plaster_ "If I meet Phil Kirtland I'll pound his head off fot that!" was Nelson's declarat-ion. ,,.)! .. -,_ He met Phil very soon, for and Jack had co'me together .again, w ith some of the other fellows from Cranford, and all had heard Jack's story. It was so astonishing that the air had been filled with "Howling mackerels!" "Jiminy crickets!" "Hemlocks!" and '(Grannies!" arid other queer expletives, as I ed, I:afe; and Jubal freed theirrninds on the subject. And now Jackand Phil were alone, :.talkh1gthe thing over themselves, as tlfey walked beneath_, the 1eafless trees that in summer made the hotel piazza a cool and irivitihg place. '-' Jack and Phil had turned at the end of thei r walk, and found themselves face to face with Ben Nelson and Kid Casey, Nelson's friend and intimate. Casey had heard the whole story from Nelson, and had been unkind enough to say, "I told you so!" a thing which never improves the temper of the fellow to whom it is addressed. N eis ot'l stopped. The light of the street lamp sifted down through the leafless tree branches, so he had a chance to get a good look and the very material difference in the per sonal appearance of these two fellows from Cranford. "I suipose this is Jack Lightfoot?., he said, with a sneer, looking hard ,at Jack. The sarcastic laugh which came from Jack stung like a whip. "Now that you see me, I hope you'll know me next time! Phil and I are twin brothers, you know, and look so much alike that all of our friends have trouble in telling us apart." For an instant Ben Nelson seemed on the point of flying at Jack's throat, but something in Jack's manner warned him to slow. He turned to Phil. "So you're Kirtland?" "Among rny friends, yes; among those _who. try .to do me I)n anyone they want to think I am. See?" "Y:ou're a smart pair!" "Too smart for you!" said Phil. "But I'll settle with you, remember!'.' "Settle it now," Phil invited, flaring up. "You1ll find me :ready." "Bah!" "What do you mean by that?" "You'te a contemptible scoundrel!" Phil sprang at him, swinging for his face, and landed a jarring blow. Kid Casey caught Phil by the arm, as Nelson stag : gered backward. "Drop it!" said Jack, advancing On Casey. "Drop it, or you'll mix with me!" That stinging blow not only increased Ben Nelson's rage, but aroused all the latent devil irt him. "I'll kill you for that!" he cried, putting his hand to his face, where Phil's blow had fallen. Jack pushed Kid Casey aside and laid his hand on Phil's shoulder: "Let me go !" Phil panted. "I'll fight you now, or: anywhere!" saicl Nelson. a dirty, treacherous skunk, and .sworn tu pound your head in, and stand ready to do jt." Jack his hand from Phil's shoulder. "Not here," warned Casey; "we'll all be pulled, if there's a fight here." "Let me get at him, here or anywhere!" Phil fumed. "All !ight," said Jack, standing aside. "I'm ing !" "Is this your put in?" Casey snapped, addressing him. "I think it is. I'm making it so, anyway. Ben Nel son has shown the dirty streak in his character; and neither you nor anyone else can expect Phil to take his insults." "Meet me anywhere!" said Phil to Nelson, his voice quivering. "All right, I'll meet you, and I'll satisfy you. go into the lot right behind this building Come on, you skunk, if you ain't afraid to meet rne." Phil seemed about t9 jump at him again, but Jack caught him and held him back. "Let go of me!" Phil fumed "I'm backing you," Jack answered. "Met;t him where he says, and give him all he wants." "Oh, I'll meet him!" Phil raged. "Come back into this lot and I'll pound your cowardly head off," said Nelson, in a low voice. "I just want a chance to get at you." In addition to his anger, there was the desire to put Phil out of the football game the next day. He fancied he was more than Phil's match in a fight. Phil flung himself toward the lot. "Y.ou can have all you want, all .right; come along!" Jack took him by the arm. "Lightfoot-" Phil began, shaking" off !Jack's arm. -1 -


16 ALL-SPORTS "Jus t remember that I'm in with you in thi s ," Jack urged; "but you must cool down or he may do you." "Bah! I'U pound his face in." "Yes, I expect you to; but you'll be more certain to if you'll try to cool down a bit. Let him do the raging and air pounding; and you keep cool and make every blow count. You can knock him out, and I know it." It was good advice, but Phil was hardly in a m o od just then to accept it from Jack or anyone else. Be sides, it seemed to imply that Jack thought he knew more about such things than Phil did, and that was not pleasing to the other. However, he quieted perceptibly, a s the four young fellows stepped into the dark l o t where the light from the street lamps came but feebly. Here there was a high w.all, shutting off all view of the street, rendering it a safe place for an event of this kind. "Let him rage and wear himself out, if he wants to; and make every blow you land count," Jack advised. "Here, I'll take your coat; and if Kid Casey chips in I'll jump him." Phil slipped out of his coat, took off his cuffs, and r e moved his hat and ack took charge of them. "Kirtland," said Nelson, still fuming, "l suppose you thought that {vas a smart trick you played at Cranford; but now I settle with you for it, and fot that lick you just gave me. When I'm through with you, don't play the baby act and call for the police. Be a man ab out it ; and understand that I'm going to give you the best licking you ever got." He disdained to discard his coat, for he thought it quite unnecessary. He was larger than Phil, and con sidered himself a fighter. Jack watched him narrowly; and, even though the place was rather dark to see well, he observed that, in moving round Nelson did not seem as light and active as Phil. He was heavier, and would probably deliver a heavier blow. "Don't let him land, if you can help it!" Jack whis pered. Nelson did not wait for any word, or preliminaries of any sort, but lunged at Phil, leaping in to lanJ a blow th a t he thought would settle the whole bus iness .. er tight off. His heavy fist potmded;only the air; for Phil side stepped and the blow went over his ducked head. But_:__:__. ., Thump! As he thus side-stepped and ducked, Phil shot in a stomach : punch Just Nelson's belt that sounded, when it fell like the thump of a drumstick. Nelson dropped back beyond reach of another blow; and Phil retreated standing on the defensive / Nelson had suddenly learned a bit of A p parently, Phil was not to be the easy mark he had anticipated. And besides, that terrific jolt in the stomach had given him a squeamish feeling. "Do him p whispered. "Rush him, and do him up!" I But for almost a m i nute Nelson did not seem to be in a "rushing" mood. He advanced and feinted, danced around, and then fell back without try1ng to land a blow. stood on the defensive, waiting for Nelson to jump in. "Sm. ash him!" whispered Casey. N eison was losing wind" by his present tactics. Then a new rush of rage caused by the .r-ecollection that 11e had said he would smash this youngsfer, came to bear him on again, and he sprang at Phil, with a quick leap, driving for Phil's face. The blow landed, for Phil's guard was beaten down. Phil reached for Nelson's body as he dropped back, and failed to get it. Thus encouraged, Nelson came again, .swinging for another head blow. As at first Phil sidestepped ..and ducked with lightning quickness; and again that thump sounded as his heavy punch caught his antagonist in the stomach. It was not the staggerer that the first was and only served to rouse Nelson to a greater fighting pitch; and he now rushed Phil, beating down his guard, and by sheer strength and driving force landed a heavy jolt on Phil's tanned neck. F o r a second or two it was a mix-up with striking wildly.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Steady!" Jack warned. He was sure Phil could whip Ben Nelson, if be kept hisi head and avoided the w

18 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY: "Lightfoot, I'll settle with you!" cried Kid Casey. "That's all right, too," said Jack; "any time you're ready." Casey did not try it just then. He had been given a very unplea .sant taste of Jack Lightfoot's quality. Jack picked up Phil's coat, hat and cuffs, and gave them to him. "The show's over," he said; "we'll go!" "But-but-it's not over!" s tammered Ben Nelson, unwilling to admit his defeat. "It's over for to-night, anyway, unless Casey thinks h e'd like to have an extra performance." He looked at Casey. "We'll meet you another time," said fuming and angry. Phil was putting on his cuffs, trembling so much as he did so that he could hardly get them on. Then he donned his coat and hat. As he did so, the old pride swelled irt his bosom. "Nelson," he cried, airily, "I suppose you know by this time which one of us Jack Lightfoot and which is Phil Kirtland? If you don't, come again some time and get another lesson." "Bah !" said Nelson, too weak to vent his rage and humiliation in any other way. "I'll come again-don't you forget it !" "And I'll settle with you, Lightfoot!" Casey threat ened. However, he seemed in no hurry to make the settle ment just then. Jack and Phil left, as soon as the latter was ready to go. "They'll not trouble us again," was Jack's prophecy. "I rather think Nelson has found that I'm not an easy man to handle !" Phil boasted. "Yes, he's found that out, all right; they'll not t.rouble us again in a hurry." "< CHAPTTR VII. FOOTBALL. The gridiron at Tidewater showed its white lines near the spot occupied by the old diamond of the base ball season. It was a beautiful field, opening down to the water of the bay, and from: it a good view of the bay and much of the shippihg could be }fad. The day before Thanksgiving had dawned dear and frosty, and even : when afternoon drew on the day was cold, yet with no wind. The spectators were coming in goodly numbers, but they were coming muffled in furs an d overcoats. Yet there was one thing which the frigidity of the day had not cooled in the least, a11d' that was the hot rage of Ben Nelson and Kid Casey: They had theitanger to the members of the Tidewater eleven, also,. by the utterance of a nnrnber of falsehoods. Nelson had told them that an unprovoked a ttack on him had driven him into that fight with Phil 'Kirtland, and Casey supported him in the statement; and the Tidewater fellows were under the impression that it had been an attempt on the part of' Jack and Phil to dispose of some of the good football material of Tide water by so hammering. them up that they would not be able to play a good game. When the story of Nelson's mistaken attempt to bribe Jack spread about, N elso11 lied about that, also, most strenuously. Delancy Shelton aided him in this by denying that Nelson had spoken to him on the subject. Delancy tried to make it appear that he had received his in juries from some toughs who had set on him to roh him. "Oh, let 'em lie !it said Phil, scornfully, "That's right," Jack assented; "they're going to do the lying, whether we want them to or not. We'll try to give them something else to think about, as soon as the game is on." But Jack was worried about one thing. Wilson Crane, the quarter-back, was out of it; tlirough his own folly. During the night Wilson had fallen in once more with Nick Flint's "gang'" of Cranford young toughs, and had been led i nto a fight in which he had so lamed his wrist and shoulder that he was quite disqualified for football work. Out on the grounds, as the crowcl g'athered, Jack was


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 19 putting the eleven through their warming-up paces, aml had himself taken the position of quarter-back, placing Reel Snodgrass in as left half-back and Orson Oxx in as one of the guards. Orson was excessively fat, but he was also excess ively strong; and while he could not run to beat a turtle, his mere weight and strength were worth some thing in the rush line. It was the best Jack could do, from the material that had come over to Tidewater. And even though he knew it would please Delancy to have Reel in as half back, he did not let that influence him in the least. Reel was as good a man as he had now for the place; and Jack was out to win the ganie from Tidewater: "\Ve'll have to depend on you a good deal, Reel!" he said, as he made these changes. "But I know you'll do your best." And Reel had flushed with pleasure, declaring that he would play as he had never played before. lt was, he knew, his opportunity. H: had not known of De laney's attempt to have Jack bribed, and was not willing even now to believe it, since Delancy himself de nied it. "You'll find me right there, ready for anything, Lightfoot," he promised, and in the practice work he showed that he meant what he said. It was but another proof of what Delancy had de clared to Ben Nelson, that whenever Jack Lightfoot got an eleven, or a nine, under him, and prepared to lead them to battle, he seemed to have the power to mold them together as one, no matter what had happened in the past. It was the thing which made Jack so great a leader. And now, since Jack had backed him so heartily the previous evening in that fight with Ben Nelson, even Phil Kirtland, who was always inclined to be jealous of Jack, could not say enough good things of him, nor show a heartier desire to carry out Jack's orders to the letter. Jack and his eleven ''herded" by themselves, as the Tidewater eleven came trotting out upon the grid iron. The Tidewater fans cheered when they appeared. But, grouped tqgether, standing up, near one end of the new grand stand, was the Cranford crowd, with the Cranford girls in its midst; and these fluttered out their little flags, as in the old baseball days, and loudly cheered the eleven from Cranford. Then the referee came upon the field, and the game opened up, without much ceremony or preliminaries. And everyone knew it was to be a game for "blood," for Tidewater was in an ugly temper, due to the lies of Nelson and Casey. Casey was the captain. Here was the lineup: CRANFORD. Jubal Marlin, I. e. Bob Brewster, I. t. Brodie Strawn, I. g Connie Lynch, center Orson Oxx, r. g. Lafe Lampton, r t Saul Messenger, r. e. Jack Lightfoot, q'back. Reel Snodgrass, I. h. Phil Kirtland, r. h. Tom Lightfoot, 'back. TIDEWATER. Ben Bartlett, I. e. Ben Talbot, I. t. Ben Nelson, I. g. Joe Bowers, center. George Steele, r. g Sidney Talbot, r. t. Mason King, r. e. Silas Cross, q'back. Kid Casey, I. h Jim Lane, r h. Paul Lockwood, f'back. The toss f eU to Cranford, and as there was no wind they chose the kick-off, and Phil Kirtland advanced. for this. There was a proud light in Phil's eyes and pride as well in his bearing. The flush on his dark face in creased his good looks, too The flush grew deeper when he heard the hand-clapping from the Cranford enthusiasts, and the Cranford cheer. Tidewater was standing back ten yards from the center line which held the ball, and some of the players were far back toward their goal, ready to get the ball when Phil should send it flying. There was a moment of breathless suspense. Punk! The ball was in the air ; it was a good kick, for the pigskin went flying. The game was on, and the yells of the rooters arose in a roar. CHAPTER VIII. JACK LIGHTFOOT'S FLYING WEDGE. Jim Lane punted the pigskin back into Cranford territory.


20 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Lafe Lampton stopped it on Cranford's forty-fiveyard line; and here it was down for the.first scrimmage. The spectators apparently had forgotten the nipping air. They were yelling; and the little Cranford flags were waving. The ball came back from Connie Lynch to Jack Lightfoot, and Jack swung it to Reel Snodgrass, while making a fake pass toward Phil Kirtland. All these plays had been drilled upon until every man knew just what he was to do, and did it instantly. Phil made a dive toward Tidewater's left end, with the ball apparently hugged to his breast; while Reel Snodgrass pitched at the hole which Bob Brewster, Connie Lynch, Orson Oxx and Lafe Lampton were trying to smash through the Tidewater center. The ends and the left tackle of Tidewater were fooled by Phil, who was running with Tom Lightfoot at his side; and they swung in toward that end, to cut him off. Jack Lightfoot and Saul Messenger had jumped for the center line with Reel Snodgrass, screening him as well as they could, to keep the Tidewater fellows from knowing he had the ball. For a moment the lines heaved and swayed; then a hole was torn through, as Reel and those with him struck the trembling mass; and through that hole Reel was lifted and pushed with the ball. It is always to be remembered that the side having the ball may not use hands or arms against their oppo nents, with the exception of the player running with the ball, who may use his hands and arms. The players of the side not having the ball may use their hands and arms, but only to get their opponents out of the way in order to reach the ball or stop the player carrying it. "Hold 'em!" Kid Casey was roaring; and he did his part, for he got Reel about the legs and clung to him, being dragged forward with Reel, who was being pushed through by the combined weight of those big fellows, Orson and Lafe, Bob and Brodie, aided by Jack Lightfoot. One of the players who had started after Kirtland tackled and downed him, still he had the ball. "Throug-h with it!" yelled Jack. And Reel and the ball went through. But Kid Casey still had Reel by the legs; and the whole mass went down, falling on Casey. The referee, who had been dancing about and stOop ing and looking, to see when the ball was down, blew his whistle sharply, and the tangle of bodies unwound. It had been hot work, but the ball had gone forward five yards, and was now on the fifty-yard line. There was another for scrimmage. Again the ball came back from Connie to Jack, and from Jack to Phil, while the Cranford line tried to hold the opposition in check. The signals which Jack had called were an order for Phil to drop back for a kick; which Phil executed with commendable promptness, kicking the ball into Tide water territory while the line was being held and the Tidewater fellows were trying to break through to get at him. The Tidewater full-back got the ball and tried to punt it, but the Cranford ends were right on him, and the result was a fumble. The ball shot to one side, and Jubal Marlin fell on it. It was Cranford's ball, on Tidewater's thirty-yard line. Another wild yell rose from the throats of the Cran ford enthusiasts. With the ball down, the scrimmage came here. The play of Cranford that followed was a whirlwind, and was put into operation without a single signal. Jack, as quarter-back, sent the ball to Tom Light foot, who was in position and ready to receive it. Jack became himself, then, the peak of a flying wedge, with Reel Snodgrass and Phil Kirtland on either side of him, all three hurling themselves at the line of their opponents. Jubal Marlin and Saul Messenger, the ends, swung in beside and a little behind Tom, who carried the ball, and who followed the three men ahead. The heavy center, guards and tackles had smashed into the Tidewater line, boring outward from center to open a hole; and into this reeling spot where they smashed Jack came with his flying wedge, Tom with the ball being well protected in the midst of the wedge.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 21 That flying wedge was like the prow of a ship, and it hurled the opposing players right and left, as the prow of a ship does the water. There was no such thing as stopping that irresistible flying wedge, and consequently Jack was borne through the ranks of the enemy with a rush. Tom, right behind him, went through with the ball; .. and, with Jack and Phil and others forming a splendid interference, he started down the field, having but about thirty yards to run to cross the Tidewater goal line for a touch-down. The ground was strewn with fallen players, Tide water and Cranford boys; but Tom tore on, with his interference, some of the opposition setting out in hot pursuit of him. The spectators had again -g-one frantic, and the Cran ford enthusiasts were yelling to split their lungs and bellowing wildly: "Hurrah for Cranford!" Then Tom crossed the line, carrying the ball over for the touch-down. Tidewater dropped back behind her line, and the ball was taken out and kicked over the bar for goalmaking it six. Then the rooters yelled again, and the Cranford flags fluttered victc:riously. Tidewater had now the option of a kick-off from the center of the field or of ordering Cranford to kick off. They chose the kick-off themselves. Then once more the ball was in motion, with the lines charging each other and the spectators yelling their enthusiasm. CHAPTER IX. HOW JACK WAS KNOCKED OUT." Kid Casey "had it in" for Jack Lightfoot, because \ of the stinging blow on the mouth which Jack had dealt him the previous evening. He and Ben Nelson had talked the thing over, and had agreed to "do up" Jack Lightfoot in the game, if the chance fell their way. There was a sudden, wild burst of sound from the Tidewater enthusiasts. I A Tidewater player had secured the ball from a punt by the opposition, and with another punt had driven it far into Cranford territory. The ball fell into the arms of Reel Snodgrass, who, without using his privilege of a "fair catch," started to run with it. Seeing him running with the ball, Jack and Tom Lightfoot swung in with him, as interference, and, with others coming to their aid in the same way, they enabled Reel to take the ball on for fifteen yards before it was down. The ball was now just over the center line, in Tide water territory. Here came a quick scrimmage. Receiving the ball from Connie Lynch, the center, Jack passed it quick to Phil Kirtland, for a plunge against Tidewater's left tackle. It was another flying wedge play, with a little dif-ferent formation, Jack and Reel being with Phil as he struck the line, and Tom with the ends coming in right behind, to give momentum and hurl the ball on with the man who held it. Phil went through for five yards. Tidewater expected another flying wedge smash, and braced for the struggle. Jack sent the ball to Tom; but while Cranford tried to hold the Tidewater line, Tom kicked the ball over. It was not a great success, for one Tidewater player broke through and almost tackled him before the ball left the toe of his shoe. A wild mix-up followed, with everybody apparently diving for the ball. Jubal secured it, and, seeing he could not run with it, fell on it. Again the ball was down for a scrimmage. Tom was sent back once more for kick; but Jim Lane broke through, and the ball was knocked side ways and a Tidewater player fell on it. With the ball in their possession, Tidewater tried to drive it through Cranford's right end Saul Messenger was there, with his heavy, pugilistic shoulders. "Hold 'em!" he howled, bracing himself and clutch ing at the man with the ball.


22 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. "Through with it!" yelled Kid Casey. A low cry of pa,in came from the plucky leader of But the line held, and the man with the ball went the Cranford team. down, on top of Saul, with other players falling on him before the referee could blow his whistle. Tidewater tried now to go over that bag of fat Orson Oxx. Orson went down on his back before the terrible, smashing blow which Tidewater delivered, and had the unpleasant sensation of heavy feet treading on his round, fat stomach But he was gritty, and, having caught one fellow by the ankles, he was holding on. "Hold 'em!" Jack was commanding, having thrown his weight into the weakening line where Orson had been bowled over. Again Tidewater was held. In the two attempts they had not advanced the ball tw0 yards. Jack knew that now, fearing to lose the ball on downs, they would try for a kick, and he was ready for them Tidewater tried to hold the Cranford line while its man dropped back for the kick; but Jack and Lafe Lamptou broke through, diving at the man with the ball. He bungled his kick because of this, for Cranford's rush was like a tornado; and the ball, flying to one side, was caught up by Jack, who started with great leaps toward the Tidewater goal. The lines broke apart, and the Tidewater players sought to cut Jack off or overtake him. The two men nearest him now were Jim Lane and Kid Casey. Jack was thrown toward Lane by trying to dodge Casey, and Lane sprang and made a tackle. They went down together, Jack hugging the ball. Right behind was Kid Casey; and, though the whistle of the referee was shrilling announcing that the ball was down, Casey made his leap as if for a tackle, and struck Jack in the back with his knees, as Jack lay sprawled on the ground with the ball under him. The jump was a tiger spring which brought Casey down on the small of Jack's back with all his weight, fairly driving him into the ground. It was a villain ous deed for reveng-e. The referee came at Casey furiously. "I've a mind to penalize you for that I Was that an accident?" Casey rose, his face red. Jack lay on the ground, groaning. His face had suddenly turned white. Lafe sprang to him, to help him up; and when Jack arose, with the players crowding round him, he reeled as if about to fall in a faint. "Here!" said Lafe, "Sit down on the ground!" Jack dropped down, breathlessly, his face growing still whiter. "A doctor here!" cried Tom, who had also dropped down at Jack's side. The referee had taken possession of the ball. "That was an accident!" said Casey, appealing to the gathering crowd. "Of course I wouldn't do a thing like that intentionally, and anyone who knows me knows I wouldn't." "But you had no right to jump at him after the whistle sounded and the ball was down!" said the umpire, cuttingly. "I was making my leap for tackle when he went down," Casey explained, "and I wouldn't have struck him that way if he hadn't fallen; that drove my knees into his back." Lafe looked at Casey with flaming face. "I saw that," he said, crisply, "and I believe you did it on purpose !" Saul Messenger began to edge toward Casey, as if he wanted to hit him in the face. "Howling mackerels!" sputtered Ned Skeen, one of the substitutes. "Jack seriously hurt? Then we're beat!" Jack seemed about to fall over on the grass, he was so weak and faint; but when he heard that from Ned he straightened up, trying to smile. "Fellows," he said, "I'll be all right in a minute. Referee, can't you gjve us just a little time?" He tried to stand up, but trembled so that Lafe sharply commanded him to sit down.


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. 23 The whole eleven was crowding rbun

24 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Kirtland, as quarter-back, dropped back full twenty yards or more behind his line, to be ready for the man with the ball in case he broke through. This, was one of Jack's instructions for the quarter-back, and, except under some peculiar circumstance, was always the thing done by Wilson Crane when he played that position. It served well now, for Paul Lockwood, with the ball, circled the end bowling over Jubal Marlin, who opposed him there, and came down the field with great leaps, with some Cranford players swinging in to catch and down him. By this swinging in of the Cranford runners, Lock wood was forced to run toward the center lines, and so was driven almost straight at Phil. Jack, from a position just outside gridiron, watched this play with interest, and was pleased to see that Phil kept steady on his feet, waiting for Lock wood to come to him, instead of advancing to meet Lockwood. Tom Lightfoot was coming up to narrow the place through which Lockwood would have to pass. "N ought to stopped him," was his thought; "the fault of that was ed Skeen's." When the ball w_as going again and Cranford was pushing it down toward Tidewater's Ned Skeen made an off-s-ide,, play penalized the for ten yards of dis tance. Phil was furious. "Say, 'can't you do better than that?" he asked, his face reel as fire and his manner caustic. Ned was doing his best. Phil now asked the time of the linesman, for he knew that the second half was going rapidly. "Ten minutes yet," was the answer. Ten minutes in which to make a play that should defeat Ticlewate; "Fellows, we can do it!" Phil felt that he must do it. There. were certain well-drilled plays which Cran ford still had m reserve, and which Phil knew were good. Cranford had the ball when Phil tried the first of these. Phil got into motion when Lockwood tried to go by him. There was a twinkling of legs, as Phil made his As quarter back, he called the signals, snapping them leap for tackle, and Paul Lockwood, though he tried out sharply. to and go by, went down with the ball. It was well done. Jack clapped his hands and joined in the Cranford cheer as Phil made that successful tackle. But the ball had been brought well down toward Cranford's goal line. And when Tidewater tried something of the same kind again, shooting the man with the ball round the end, while holding the Crawford line, the runner with the ball got past Tom and Phil, with the aid of his interference, and, bowling over Ned Skeen, the new half-back, he carried the ball over. It was kicked for goal; and the score was tied. Phil Kirtland felt his heart jump. \Vas he to lose the game for Cranford in the second half? He had always claimed that he was as good a player and captain as Jack Lightfoot, and his friends had maintained the same thing. Then, instead of passing the ball, he made a fake pass, at the same time tucking the ball under his arm. I Running along the line the required five yards, he went still further, swinging to go round the end. Cran ford, at the same time, was trying to hold Tidewater's desperate rush line. Saul Messenger, right-end, swung in as Phil's inter ference, thus placing his heavy, bunchy shoulders and pugilistic neck between Tidewater and Phil, and run ning at Phil's side. Tom Lightfoot, who had previously advanced, .also swung in as inter erence. But it was no go. Cranford had tried play in a previous game, and Tidewater was "onto" it. Their left-tackle and end came at Phil; the right encl swung round, while before him Phil had the quarter-back, the full-back and left half-back. The Tidewater rush line had broken. Some of those


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. composing it were dashing at Phil, who, trying to go round them by clever i:lodges, was driven toward the right side lines. He kept the ball, but was driven across the lines and out of bounds: He had gained ten' yards, having rutr'flfteen b eyond the line of the down, b11t the last five, being over the line, were not counted. The ball was brought back to the point where it was forced out Tidewater's forty-yard line. It was taken in here fifteen yards along the line, where the scrimmage came, with Cranford still in pos session of. the ball, for it had not gone out of Phil's hands. "Five minutes more to play!" notified the linesman, in accordance with the new rules, which provide for such a notification. Phil's heart gave another jump. The score was a tie. Cranford had the ball, but could they put it across the goal line of their opponents in that five minutes? CHAPTER XI. HOW KIRTLAND WON THE GAME FOR CRANFORD. A great and mighty resolve came into heart of Phil Kirtland now. It had been impossible for him to forget himself in this new position of captain of the eleven, and his thoughts had been of how he could himself make bril liant plays which should draw the hand-clapping and admiration of the spectators. It was the old, weak spot in Phil's character. There were other plays he might have tried which possibly would have covered him with glory, if there had been time. But the thing to do right now was something which would have the very best chance of taking the ball over the line within that five minutes. Phil knew, to his own satisfaction, what that play was. The only trouble was that it gave him very little chance to shine. But for once, for the honor of a team victory ancl the glory of Phil put self aside. The lines were forming. "The ball must go over!" was Phil's thought. He gave a signal, seen and understood by his own men, but unobserved by their opponents. In obedience to this signal, Tom Lightfoot, who usually droI?ped back, ran well out toward the right end of the Cranford line, making a pretense of hurry. ing to get something he had dropped there, and not being given time, in the quick lineup, to get back into position. Tidewater had never seen that though it had been worked out carefully by Cranford for a time of need like this, when moments were precious and the team was in a tight place. Phil was calling the signals, sharply and keenly. Tom was apparently hurrying to get back behind the line, though making this movement merely to be on side when the ball came to him. The ball came back quickly from Connie, who was -a good center; and then, with a powerful and sure swing, Phil swung it right out to Tom. Tom caught it, turning like a flash. Then he tucked it under his arm and make a great jump with it round the end of Tidewater. "Hold 'em!" Phil yelled, leaping toward him. Cranford was manfully, even desperately, trying to hold back the Tidewater rushers. Saul Messenger, right end, swung in with Tom, thus again putting his pugilistic between the run ner with the ball and the Tidewater players; and Phil, dashing in now and breaking through there, ran at Saul's side. Jubal swung in from the left end of the Cranford line, running to get into position also as interference. Seeing that the runner had got by the end with the ball, the Tidewater rush line broke near the center like a rotten rope, and the individual members compris ing it tried to do something to keep the ball from being carried over the line. But Tom had a fair start now; and, running with his interference, he dodged the would-be tacklers, and carried the ball over safely. When it was brought out, Lafe Lampton held it for


ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. Phil, while the Tidewater line stood back, ready to dash at the ball as soon as Lafe Jet it touch the ground; then Lafe released it, and, with a clean swing of his foot, as Tidewater rushed, Phil kicked it the bar. "We can still tie the thing!" cried Kid Casey, des perately. The ball was taken hurriedly to the center of the field. But it was no more than placed for the kick-off when the whistle blew that announced the expiration of the time limit for the second half of the game. And Cranford had won under Phil Kirtland-the score being twelve for Cranford and six for Tidewater. "That was all right!" cried Jack, catching Phil by the hand and congratulating him. "That was good generalshio and fine work. It won the game for Cran ford." CHAPTER XII. THANKSGIVING. All through the forenoon cf Thanksgivfog Day there was no busier young fellow in Cranford than Lafe Lampton. A Thanksgiving dinner was to be served at his home to the members of the Cranford eleven and their friends. Lafe had .personally extended the invitations, and they had been accepted by nearly everyone. Thougl-i skilled cobks were called in for this occasion, Lafe insisted on doing some of the cooking himself, and he made sure that everything was just as it should be. There was never any doubt that Lafe was a judge in such matters. He could have given points in a good many things to the high-priced chefs of city hotels. The turkeys were done to a turn, being stuffed with oysters, after the Southern style; and the cranberry sauce looked truly appetizing. Everything that prop erly should go with a Thanksgiving dinner was there. And Lafe saw that it was put on the tables in an appe tizing manner. The house was hardly large enough for the crowd of young people that came; for not only the eleven, but the substitute together with many of their "best girls," were present. Kate Strawn, Nenie Conner, Daisy Lightfoot, and many others of t}J.e. attractive young misses of Cran ford "graced the occasion," as Lafe said afterward; and, to the delight of Ned Skeen, sweet Susie Powers, of the golden hair, came ovei:from Cardiff, to make one that dinner party. As high-school boys and girls and academy boys and girls were there, all in the gayest of spirits, it seemed that the long-sought era of warm friendship between the two schools had .at last been inaugurated. There were several toasts. One of them was : "To Phil Kirtland, whose good generalship

ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. bribe me, and, in fact, had no talk with me here on that subject. So that makes me out a liar, and leaves the money in my h

28 ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY_ HOW TO DO THING5 By AN OLD ATHLETE. ea.says. and ltints. upon various. athletic spcris and pastimes, in which our boys are usually deeply interested, and told in a way that may be easily understood. Instructive artides may be found in back numbers of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY, ag follows : No. 14, "How to Become a Batter... No. 15, "The. Science of Pl.ace Hitting and Bunting No. 16, "How to GoverFirstBase." No. 17,"Playing Shortstop." No. !8, "Pitching." No. 19, .. Pitching Cnrves.H No, 20, "The Pitcher's Team Work." No. 21, "Playing Second Base.'' No. 22, "Covering Third Base." No. ''Playing the Oiitfield.v No. 24, "How to Catch." II.} No. 25, "How t<> Catch (II.) Na. 26. "How ta Run Ba.<1es." No. 27, "Coaching and the Coach.'' No. 28, "How to Umpire.'' No. 29', "How to Manage Playem." No. 30, "Baseball PoJnts.'' No. 31, "How to Make a Cheap Skiff:" No. 32, "Archery." No. 33, "Cross-Country Running.'' No. 34, "Tbe Game of Lacrosae.'' No. 35. "The B<>;i 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." No. 39.\. "The Men in the Line.'' No. 40, "The Men Behind." No. 41, "Signal t;ystems.'' TEAM PLAY. In our talk in this column last week we discussed various methods of signals from the standpoint of sorne experienced players, for it ought to be as plain as dayltght to the boys who have been trying to learn how to pfa:y football for several weeks that a good game is not put up by a lot of boys who have been amusing them selves by tumbling about on a gridiron for twenty or thirty days, but by a team of earnest players who have practiced steadily together, and who look upon their play as a method of wielding together an aggregation of fellows who can go up against other teams, and gain b.y shrewd, careful work, in which brain has quite as much to do with the score as brawn. In other words, football is like baseball as far as the players go; each and every man must work, and must work for points; and in order to do that, he must under stand the game... Luck does not accomplish very much for the vast majority of us in this world. Work and brains are the things that tell in the long run, and the combination is never more effective than on the. diamond and the gridiron. Work hard, work intelligently, and you'll score, unless the other fellows work harder and more intelligently. The only way you can protect yourself against loss is never to let the other feHows work harder and think quicker. And the only way you can do that is to work hard together and to think hard individually. If you do that the final games of the season will be the winners for you, and to help you to gain when oains count is our excuse for these talks. That is why w: talk to you seriously, why we left it to your judgment to select the best system of signals in our last week's dis cussion, and why we propose to devote a little time to a general talk on team play to-day. Team play is the rock on which a good ;nany teams come to grief. The fellows may know how to play, each in his position. They may understand fully just what they are there for, and some of them may be brilliant players. But when it comes to working together, the team goes to smash, and is knocked into such fine splin ters that you'd have to sweep the field to get even a little heap of dead wood Team play means that every man works for his team's advancement, and works with every other man. on the eleven for the general good. If the boys do not understand team play, no matter how brilliant some of the players may be, they cannot save the ship. That is where Harvard went to pieces last year in the game with Yale. The men were good, hard players, but they could not work together, and they owed every thing they got, in one of the most pitifol exhibitions of incompetency ever seen, to the work of one man, Hurley. He scored, Harvard didn't, and, able, brilliant player as he is, he could do but little with his team. On the other hand, team play bas made the ArrnyWest Point team-what it is; one of the toughest propo sitions players ever stacked up against. Made up of indifferent material, limited in its time for practice, the littte bunch of men from the war college can, by its excellence of team play, worry a big university team more than some of its more famous adversaries. If you want your team to succeed, follow the Army's footsteps; work up your team play until every man knows the meaning of the term, and lives up to it. Then you have a team that is worth something, and not until then. Take the line as one step in this development. Center and guards must work together. It isn't enough for each man to take care of the opponent he is playing against. The three men should work together against the trio in front of them. Should one of these latter prove more dangerous than any of the others, the members of the offensive team should work together to put him out of business so far as his superiority in the play goes. Sup posing the man against left guard is a giant; center should give left guard a little help in taking care of his man. The same is true of tackles and ends-they should assist one another. The backs must help out this spirit by working hard and following up every advantage gained by the line, so that the line will feel perfectly confident that its efforts are appreciated. If, for instance, the runner bucks the line between left tackl$ncl left end, and left tackle and left encl are not only prompt in getting their men out of the way, but get through the breach and ward off the defense's backs so as to give the runner plenty of working while the runner, being slow or stupid so as not f6 profit by the line's work, loses a couple of valuable seconds, and, getting to the breach after the opponents have recovered from the attack, is held right there, then, naturally, that makes the line discouraged and takes the vim out of its playing. What's the use of working for a dead horse? Then if the runner does his duty and the line men do theirs, but the backs' interference is slow and stupid, even the most puritanical and careful of us wants to vent his wrath in choice terms. A football team is a machine, and if any part breaks down in work, it effects the whole mechanism. If a bicycle were human1 and the chain broke on a test run, don't you suppose that the other parts of the machine would be mad at the chain? The runner must also do his share of team work. After be gets through the line he must study how to go onthink like a shot-and how to make the best use of his interference. Sometimes, when the field before him has a good many enemies, he ought to slow down a bit, in order to let his interference catch up, and dodge just enough to give his aids the right opportunity to put his particular opponents out of the way. If he does this cleverly, he will have a clear field before him, and his leg muscles and his wind will mean a touch down. The backs must help him. They must not only ward off the first attacks, but they should catch up with (Continued on po.re JO.)


A CHAT WITH YOU Under this general head we purpose each week to sit around the camp fire, and have a heart-to -h eart talk with t ho se of our young readers who care to gather there, answering such l etters as may reach us asking for information with regard to various h ealthy sports, both indoor and out. We should also be glad to hear what you think of the leading characters in your favorite publication. It is the editor's desire to make this department one that w ill be eagerly read from week to week by every admirer of the Jack Lightfoot stories, and prole to be of valuable assist ance in building up manly, healthy of America. All letters received will be answered immediat ely, but may not appear in print under five weeks, owing to the fact that the publication must go to press far in advance of the date of issue. Those who favor us with correspondence will please bear this in mind, and exercise a little patience THE Enrro'a. Being a reader of ALL-SPORTS WEEKLY, J take the liberty t<> ask a few questions. Age, 17 years; weight, 128 pounds; height, S feet 6 inches; waist, 30 inches; chest, 33y,( inches; expanded, 36 inches; thighs, right, 200 inches; left, 20 inches;calf, 13 inches; ankle, 8)1, inches; hips, 35 inches; arm, 10)1, inches; forearm, 10 inches; wrist, 6;l4 inches; neck, 13:J4 inches; reach, 66 inches. I. How are my measurements? 2. Where are my weak spots? Can put twenty-five-pound shot twenty feet. How that? 3. How can I strengthen my legs? Thanking you in advance, A. AIRY. Pittsburg, Pa. You are considerably above the average in weight, but some what deficient in your chest We should say that the feat you mention is very good indeed. Bicycle exercise is good for strengthening and toughening the muscles of the legs; likewise, walking and running. One thing I have noticed with reference to your fine little weekly, and that is, everybody see ms pleased. Looking over the back numbers and the Chat pages, I have been really surprised to find how unanim ous your correspondents were about calling it the best ever, and sounding its praises. You certainly have good reason to be proud of that fact. Indeed the only thing approaching a "kick" that I have been able to find is a complaint that it is too short-that one read s it so eagerly, a feeling of d isa ppointment follows when "The End" bobs up sq soon. Well, that is, I think, a pretty good fault. And a boy never got better value for his nickel than in purchasing a copy of ALL-SPORTS. Besides, the contents from cover to cover seem to be upon such a high moral plane that any boy must be the better morally as well as physically for reading one of the Lightfo o t stories. You wonder at a fellow of just twenty writing such things, but I've been around a little, and know what I'm saying. Put me down as a lifelong admirer of your publication. I could not ask a b etter treat for a rainy day than a file of ALL-SPORTS and a quiet nook in the attic where nothing would bother me, unle ss it was the sound of the dinner gong. ATHLETIC ToM. Milwaukee, Wis. \Ve take plea s ure in printing your letter entire, because you voice the sentiments of many among our boy friend s and readers. We also think we are giving full value to every purchaser of ALL-SPORTS, though we expect to always keep on the alert to improve the look s or contents of our publication. Write again when you feel like it-such letters are always acceptable. \ ;I/ill you please tell me how my measurements are and if I could improve myself in any way? I seem to be m pretty good shape, only a few things I like to eat don't agree with me, and I suffer some with my stomach. I am 17 years old and 5 feet 8\/, inches high. My weight just now i 137 pounds, though l ast spring I tipJ?ed the scales at 143. Around the 37)1, in ches ; waist, 27 inches; calves, 14 inches, and hips, 36 mches. I like your paper more every week, and I'd miss it very much if unable to get my copy. You can count on my being a reader lo the last call, and whenever I get a chance I put in a few good words for it. I think Mr. Stevens would be hard to beat as a writer for boys. RUFus TAYLOR, JR. Providence, R. I. Your measurements are very good, indeed. About the stom ach trouble, we must warn you, however since it is a serious matter for a boy of seventeen to be weak in that respect. As a usual thing a boy can eat and digest anything short of what an ostrich might manage, or a goat. Let the articles of food that do not agree with you severely alone. You do not name them, but we can easily guess that cucumbers, melons and such things figure among them. An ordinary amount of healthy ex .erci se coupled with some watchfulness as to the food you eat, ought to keep you in fine condition physically. Your chest would indicate that you are the possessor of a sound pair of lungsi of which you should be proud. We thank you for the nice things you say of ALL-SPORTS, and hope you will spread the good tidings far and wide that there is a weekly devoted wholly to boys' sports, which they need never blush to own. I live away up in Canada, and it may surprise you to know you have an enthusiastic reader in this section. Of course ALLSPORTS would be more popular in Canada if Jack Lightfoot and his friends were Canadians, and the scenes of the stories loc ated here, but I am quite satisfied to get it just as it is. A cousin of mine down at Detroit sent me the first copy of your famous little I had ever seen, and wrote that he guessed I would like it. Well, I did, and a week later sent in a subscription. And now, to tell the truth, I couldn't "kee p house," as they say without it. We have considerable sport around this region most of the time, but mostly in winter. Then Lake Simcoe is frozen, and we enjoy skating, coasting snowshoeing, toboggan riding and fishing through the ice, while some hunt the big king of the Canada bush, the lordly moose. I'd lik e to have Jack and Tom and Lafe up here a season. Probably there would be some thing doing. They make up a crowd such as I would like very much to know. The baseball stories interested me least of any, because we do n o t know very much about baseball away up in this Canadian wilderness; but there were plenty of other things going on in tho s e stories to interest even a young Canuck. I wish you great success, because it seems to me that a lively, wide-awake paper like ALL-SPORTS should do a great amount of good among boys, setting them a fine example o{ young manhood which they would do well to pattern after. SANDY McBETH. Barrie, Canada. This letter speaks so well for itself that really we have no remarks to make, save to thank the writer sincerely. I have read every number of your winner, namely, the ALLSPORTS, and hope my opinion of Jack, his friends and enemit's will get through the mill in a condition to be printed. Jack, though I need not say it, is my favorite, for second place, Tom, Kirt and Brodiehave equal chances, with Lafe a close fifth. The others, Nervous Ned, Jiu-Jitsu Nat, Money Making Jube, Spindle-Shanked Wilson and Fighting Saul Mes senger, together with the strong Brewster brothers and Mack Remington, newspaper correspondent, make a "swell" set. are, mostly, all to the good, and are, moreover, .true to h!e. Mesmeric Reel Snodgrass ts no back number, either. he's no favorite of mine, but it is to be hoped that Boralmo will lose all control over him and that he-Reel-will see the error of his ways and try to reform Except as a helper in the story, Delancy is no good, and the same may be said of Birkett. But, as a whole, Mr. Stevens' cast is one of which an author has a right to be proud. By this I do not mean that the ALL-SPORTS is the ijcst eyer,


ALL-SPORTS LIDRi\.RY. for I believe in telling the truth in any serious matter, and this may be ser:ous to more than one-Tip Top is the king. I know that Mr. Stevens will not care for this, as dear "Ole Burt. L." has had nine years' experience, while Mr. Maurice has had but nine months. Over all other weeklies or monthlies, and, indeed, all novels, I hold up for Frank Merriwell and Yale! Yale! Why cannot Jack go to Yale? Just think, the principal char acters in the two best books ever published both in Yale. If Jack and Dick Merriwell could only meet in Yale there would be sports and fair rivalry such as has never before been set before Young America! But in my enthusiasm I've certainly forgotten about the gen tler sex. They are a fair set; many will agree with me in this, if in nothing else. Jack is too young to think of matrimony yet, but I think he leans, to a small degree, toward Nellie, though, for myself, I have a slight preference for Kate. Daisy is, I think, a sort of medium holding Jack and Phil together. Lily should not Jean so much on Shelton. Now that I stop to think for the first time, this is almost sure to be captured by Mr. Wastebasket. Hoping that there are those who will be so kind as tQ ex change postals or to correspond with me, I close, with three times three cheers for Mr. Stevens and The Winner, H. ARTHUR COLLINS. 1915 North Seventh Street, Terre Haute, Ind. This is a very nice Jetter. We are under obligations to you, Arthur. And when you put the young ALL-SPORTS in the same class as the veteran favorite, Tip Top, you are paying us a high compliment indeed. Will you please answer these questions from a reader of ALL SPORTS LIBRARY? I. Can I buy all the back numbers of your publication, and must I send the money to you, or order. same through some dealer? 2. Has Maurice Stevens ever written for boys outside of ALL-SPORTS? I want to know, because I don't seem able to place him, and yet he seems too good to be a new hand with the pen. 3. How is my weight-one hundred and sev enteen pounds-for a fourteen-year-old boy, just five feet five inches high? I shall hope to see the answers in your Chat columns soon, WILLIAM McKENZIE. Paterson, N. J. r. You can either send direct to us, giving a list of the numbers desired, and inclosing five cents in stamps for each copy desired; or, if more convenient, have a dealer send to his news company for them. 2 Maurice Stevens is an old and experienced writer, who has done much good work under another name If we dared to be tray his confidence, and tell you something we know about his work in the past you would readily understand that he ranks high with all the tiptop writers of the day, who make a specialty of juvenile work. When you speak of authors using the pen, it makes us hark back to the good old days of long ago. Nowadays every author we know of manipulates a typewriter or dic tates his work 3 Yes, your weight is very good. I don't want you to think, Mr. Editor, that I'm trying to criticise at all but I merely make a suggestion with regard to something that might add to the popularity of your little publica tion. Boys seem never to get tired of reading stories about school life, and if you could have Jack and some of his friends attend a preparatory school, with the idea of going to college later, in my humble opinion the stories would be just great. I can see what great stunts Mr. Stevens would conjure up for that hustling crowd to do at school, and I feel certain there are many thousands of readers besides myself who would be delight e d to the boys under such conditions. W o n t you plea s e ask the clever author of the Lightfoot stories if he can't make up his mind to do this? I believe it would be good policy. I know of other publications that have made a great hit with school storie s and I guess, you do, too. They could come back to Cranford at ,yacation times, so that it would not be taking them away alto gether from the old scenes Do this favor for me, please. I am always talking in praise of ALL-SPORTS, and I've g o tten you quite a few readers among my friends. WALTER HIGBIE. Babylon, L. I. We are always glad to have suggestions sent in good faith by our -readers, for it shows that they are deeply interested in their favorite weekly. We, aim to please the vast majority, and if we but knew what the great number of boys really wanted, we would be only too glad to give them the same. What you men tion has already been discussed with Mr. Stevens, and it is more than likely that something along those lines may be adopted by him. W-e leave that pretty much to his discretion, for he knows boys like a book, and can be safely trusted to do the right thing that will please-you know that from the character of stories he has given you. ( 11/fow to do Tbings")-Continuedfrom page 28. the runner and perfoti\t their work of disposing of the pitfalls behind the line. Perhaps the runner has got through all right and meets a couple of dangerous tacklers If the interference is there to drag him through, we!), the gran9. stand will yell itself hoarse. That's good play; team play. That is, from the moment the ball is in play, every man should not only do his personal duty, but should try and get it done well and quickly enough to go on and help the runner. Ifs not enough to handle the manin the line-you're playing against so as to prevent him getting through before the ball has reached the runner and he has started on his run, but you warit to get him out of the way and also go to the assistance of the runner. In defense, the same spirit should be manifest. Every player must do his individual best to block the play, and must, in addition, help out the other players in a united effort to hold the opposition. So in watching the enemy. The captain's eyes cannot be everywhere. There are ten other pairs of eyes on the team. If they are all watching, and if one discovers some dangerous tactic, the knowledge should be immediate ly given to the team. Keep awake all the time. Perhaps a better suggestion for team play could not be given than "keep awake" A football team has no use for a sleepy or lazy fellow any more than it has for a man who will sacrifice his team in order to do some particularly showy trick to win the applause of the grand stand; in other words, "play to the ga!Jery." Every man must play for all he is worth all the time he is playing; must work and think hard and quickly, and the whole team must strive as one man. If there is any fellow on the team who refuses to do this, kick him out, no matter how clever he may be. Kick him out tli.e way you play, quick and hard ; so quick and so hard that he will land in the next lot with a good bump. You don't want him, and if it is fully understood that a well-directed kick awaits the man who does not come up to expectations when he's needed-and he's needed all the time-you' ll get team play. You remember the saying of the founders of this country, "In union there is strength," and you know that long and terrible period in which that doctrine receiv e d its baptism of blood. Well, in the American game of football that America-proved rule is as necessary a guide to conduct as in anything else. Work well, work to gether forget yourself in the interest of your brothers on the team and you will be able to score. If you do not follow the rule, "In union there is strength," you will be def ea t e d as sure as our forefathers would have been una b le to successfully cut loo se from the all-powerful British empire and establish this land we all love.


I l .. .. .. Stories of the adventures of the gallant American hero, Paul Jones, iri the battles he ha' d with the British men-'o-war, during the Revolution. The history o'f his brave deeds forms some of the most interesting and brilliant pages in American history, and the stories which appear iff the "Paul Jones Weekly" are so fascinating and full of the ;) .., spirit of patriotism that no real boy can resist the temptation to read them. LIST OF TITLES l. Paul Jones' Cruise for Glory ; or, The Sign of the Coiled Rattlesnake 2. Paul Jones at Bay ; or, Striking a Blow for Liberty 3. Paul Jones'. Pledge ; or,. The Tiger of the Atlantic 4. Paul Jones' Bold Swoop ; or, cutting Out a British Supply Ship 5. Paul Jones' Strategy; or, Outwitting the Fleets of Old England 6. Paul Jones' Long Chase ; or, The Last Shot in the Locker Out With Paul Jones; or, Giving Them a Bad Fright Along the English Coast 8.,. Paul Jon'es Afloat and Ashore ; or, Stirring Adventures in London Town P .RIC.E, E CENTS I rer sale by all newsdealers, or sent postpaid h7 the jJUhlishers receipt of price The Winner Library Co., 165 West 15th St., New York


ALL=SPORTS LIBRARY .. Teach the American boy how to become an athlete and so la7 the foundation of a c:onstltutlon 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 allin the pages of the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY. As the name implies, the ALL-SPORTS LIBRARY is devoted to the sports that all young people delight in. It has bright, handsome, colored covers, and each story 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 ALI.SPORTS I,IBRARY. Like other good things it has ita imitations 16-Jack Lightfoot's Strategy; or, Hare-and Hounds Over Cranford Hills. 17-J ack Lightfoot in the Saddle; or, A Jockey for Just One Day. 18-Jack Lightfoot's Dilemma; or, A Traitor 011 the Diamond. 19-Jack Lightfoot's Cyclone Finish; or, How Victory Was Snatched From Defeat. 20--J ack Lightfoot in Camp ; or, Young Athle tes at Play in the Wilderness. 2.I-Jack Lightfoot's Disappearance; or, The Turning-up of an Old Enemy. 22-Jack Lightfoot's "Stone Wall" Infield; or, Making a Reputation in the League. 23-Jack Lightfoot's Talisman; or, The Only Way to Win Games in Baseball. 24-Jack Lightfoot's Mad Auto Dash; of, Speed ing at a Ninety Mile Clip. 25-J ack Lightfoot Afloat; or, The Cruise of the Canvas Canoes. 26-Jack Lightfoot's Hard Luck; or, A Light ning Triple Play in the Ninth. 27-Jack Lightfoot's Iron Arm; or, How the New "Spit" Ball Worked the Charm. 2S-Jack Lightfoot on the Mat; or, The Jiu Jitsu Trick that Failed to Work. 29-Jack Lightfoot's All-Sports Team; or, How Lafe Lampton Threw the Hammer. 30--Jack Lightfoot in the Box; or, The Mascot that "Hoodooed" the Nine. 31-Jack Lightfoot's Lucky Find; or, The New Man 'Who Covered "Short." 32-Jack Lightfoot, Archer; or, The Strange Secret an Arrow Revealed. 33-J ack Lightfoot's Cleverness ; or, The Boy Who Butted In. 34-J ack Lightfoot's Decision; or, That Chest nut of "Playing Against Ten Men." 35-Jack Lightfoot, Pennant-Winner; or, Wind ing up the Four Town League. 36-J ack Lightfbot's Pledge; or, Bound in Honor. 37-Jack Lightfoot's Nerve; or, A Desperate Mutiny at the "Gym." 38-Jack Lightfoot's Halfback; or, Playing the Giants of the League. 39-Jack Lightfoot's Gridiron Boys; or, Leading a Patched-up Team to Victory. 40--Jack Trap Shooting; or, Up Against the Champions of the Gun Oub. 41-J ack Lightfoot's Touch-down; or, A Hard Nut to Crack at Highland. 42-Jack Lightfoot's Flying Wedge; or, How Kirtland Won the Game for Cranford. 43-J ack Lightfoot's Great Kick; or, The Tackle That Did Not Work. 44-Jack Lightfoot's Duck-Blind; or, A Strange Mystery of the Swamp. 45-Jack Lightfoot's Luck; or, Glorious Days of Sport Ahead. 46-Jack Lightfoot's Triumph; or, Back from & Watery Grave. 47-J ack Lightfoot Down in Dixie; or, The Voyage of a Single-Hand Cruiser. 48-Jack Lightfoot's Plans; or, Wrecked on Indian River. 49-J ack Lightfoot on Spowshoes; or, The Chase of the Great Moose. 50-Jack Lightfoot Snowed-Up; or, Lost in the Trackless Canadian Wilderness. FI"'V"E C:E:N'TS. : . Por Sale bT all New.dealers, or sent, p0stpald, upon receipt of price by publisben : WINNERLIBRARYC0., 165WestFiCteenthSt., NEWYOR.K


BUY IT AT ONCE many of our boys have bicycles> some have bo ats, others like fishing and shooting. A LL of these sports will be ca r efully dealt with in the All-Sports Lbrary. The stories will deal "Teach the Ameriwith the adventures of plucky lads while indulging in healthy pastimes and should be read> there-can boy how to become an atlz'f lete and so lay the fore, by every boy who wants t9 learn all that is new in the various games and sports in which he is interested. {()1;(,ndatzon of a consttutzon greater titan \fl> that of the Unted States." Wise sayings from Tip Top. ;;o LIKE all other good things The All-Sports Library has its imitations We warn our boys to careful not to be taken 111 W E think t hat the above o quotation from the fam by these counterfeits. B e sure to get The All-Sports Lbrary as no other can compare ous Tip Top Weekly tells, in a few words, just what the All-Sports Lbrtiry is attempting to do. We :firmly believe that if the American boy by all news-dealers, or sent, postpaid, by the" of to-day can only be made to realize how surely the All-Sports Lbrary will give him an insight into all matters relating _to athletics, our library will attain the mightiest circulation reached by any publication for boys J T would be hard to find a boy who is not interested in athletics to some extent. All our schools have publshers upon receipt of przee. PRICE baseball, hockey, football and track teams and when these teams play their rivals, interest runs high indeed. .... "--____ ____,THE WINNER LIBRARY COMPANY, 165 West Fifteenth Street I I I NEW YORK


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