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CONTENTS
THE ERRAND BOY.
CHAPTER I. -- PHIL HAS A LITTLE DIFFICULTY.
CHAPTER II. -- A STRANGE REVELATION.
CHAPTER III. -- PHIL'S SUDDEN RESOLUTION.
CHAPTER IV. -- MR. LIONEL LAKE.
CHAPTER V. -- AN OVERBEARING CONDUCTOR
CHAPTER VI. -- SIGNOR ORLANDO.
CHAPTER VII. -- BOWERMAN'S VARIETIES.
CHAPTER VIII. -- THE HOUSE IN TWELFTH STREET.
CHAPTER IX. -- THE OLD GENTLEMAN PROVES A FRIEND.
CHAPTER X. -- PHIL CALLS ON MR. PITKIN.
CHAPTER XI. -- PHIL ENTERS UPON HIS DUTIES.
CHAPTER XII. -- MR. LIONEL LAKE AGAIN.
CHAPTER XIII. -- PHIL'S NEW HOME.
CHAPTER XIV. -- CONSULTING THE ORACLE.
CHAPTER XV. -- PHIL AND THE FORTUNE-TELLER.
CHAPTER XVI. -- MRS. BRENT'S STRANGE TEMPTATION.
CHAPTER XVII. -- JONAS JOINS THE CONSPIRACY.
CHAPTER XVIII. -- THE CONSPIRACY SUCCEEDS.
CHAPTER XIX. -- A NARROW ESCAPE FROM DETECTION.
CHAPTER XX. -- LEFT OUT IN THE COLD.
CHAPTER XXI. -- “THEY MET BY CHANCE.”
CHAPTER XXII. -- PHIL IS “BOUNCED.”
CHAPTER XXIII. -- AN EXPLANATION.
CHAPTER XXIV. -- RAISING THE RENT.
CHAPTER XXV. -- ALONZO IS PUZZLED.
CHAPTER XXVI. -- A WONDERFUL CHANGE.
CHAPTER XXVII. -- AN UNPLEASANT SURPRISE.
CHAPTER XXVIII. -- AN UNSATISFACTORY CONFERENCE.
CHAPTER XXIX. -- A TRUCE.
CHAPTER XXX. -- A TRUCE.
CHAPTER XXXI. -- PHIL IS SHADOWED.
CHAPTER XXXII. -- PHIL IS ROBBED.
CHAPTER XXXIII. -- A TERRIBLE SITUATION.
CHAPTER XXXIV. -- PHIL'S FRIENDS AND HIS ENEMIES.
CHAPTER XXXV. -- THE PITKINS RETIRE IN DISGUST.
CHAPTER XXXVI. -- THE FALSE HEIR.
CHAPTER XXXVII. -- MRS. BRENT'S PANIC.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. -- AN IMPORTANT DISCOVERY.
CHAPTER XXXIX. -- AT THE PALMER HOUSE.
CHAPTER XL. -- A SCENE NOT ON THE BILLS.
FRED SARGENT'S REVENGE.
THE SMUGGLER'S TRAP.
CHAPTER I. PHIL HAS A LITTLE DIFFICULTY.
Phil Brent was plodding through the snow in the direction of the house where he lived with his step-mother and her son, when a snow-ball, moist and hard, struck him just below his ear with stinging emphasis. The pain was considerable, and Phil's anger rose.
He turned suddenly, his eyes flashing fiercely, intent upon discovering who had committed this outrage, for he had no doubt that it was intentional.
He looked in all directions, but saw no one except a mild old gentleman in spectacles, who appeared to have some difficulty in making his way through the obstructed street.
Phil did not need to be told that it was not the old gentleman who had taken such an unwarrantable liberty with him. So he looked farther, but his ears gave him the first clew.
He heard a chuckling laugh, which seemed to proceed from behind the stone wall that ran along the roadside.
“I will see who it is,” he decided, and plunging through the snow he surmounted the wall, in time to see a boy of about his own age running away across the fields as fast as the deep snow would allow.
“So it's you, Jonas!” he shouted wrathfully. “I thought it
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