NOW OR NEVER

CHAP. I.--In which Bobby goes a fishing, and catches a Horse.

CHAP. II.--In which Bobby blushes several Times, and does a Sum in
Arithmetic.

CHAP. III.--In which the Little Black House is bought, but not paid for.

CHAP. IV.--In which Bobby gets out of one Scrape, and into another.

CHAP. V.--In which Bobby gives his Note for Sixty Dollars.

CHAP. VI.--In which Bobby sets out on his Travels.

CHAP. VII.--In which Bobby stands up for certain "Inalienable Rights."

CHAP. VIII.--In which Mr. Timmins is astonished, and Bobby dines in
Chestnut Street.

CHAP. IX.--In which Bobby opens various Accounts, and wins his first
Victory.

CHAP X.--In which Bobby is a little too smart.

CHAP. XI.--In which Bobby strikes a Balance, and returns to Riverdale.

CHAP. XII.--In which Bobby astonishes sundry Persons, and pays Part of
his Note.

CHAP. XIII.--In which Bobby declines a Copartnership, and visits B----
again.

CHAP. XIV.--In which Bobby's Air Castle is upset, and Tom Spicer takes
to the Woods.

CHAP. XV.--In which Bobby gets into a Scrape, and Tom Spicer turns up
again.

CHAP. XVI.--In which Bobby finds "it is an ill wind that blows no one
any good."

CHAP. XVII.--In which Tom has a good Time, and Bobby meets with a
terrible Misfortune.

CHAT. XVIII.--In which Bobby takes French Leave, and camps in the Woods.

CHAP. XIX.--In which Bobby has a narrow Escape, and goes to Sea with
Sam Ray.

CHAP. XX.--In which the Clouds blow over, and Bobby is himself again.

CHAP. XXI.--In which Bobby steps off the Stage, and the Author must
finish "Now or Never."





CHAPTER I.

IN WHICH BOBBY GOES A FISHING, AND CATCHES A HORSE.

"By jolly! I've got a bite!" exclaimed Tom Spicer, a rough,
hard-looking boy, who sat on a rock by the river's side, anxiously
watching the cork float on his line.

"Catch him, then," quietly responded Bobby Bright, who occupied another
rock near the first speaker, as he pulled up a large pout, and, without
any appearance of exultation, proceeded to unhook and place him in his
basket.

"You are a lucky dog, Bob," added Tom, as he glanced into the basket of
his companion, which now contained six good-sized fishes. "I haven't
caught one yet."

"You don't fish deep enough."

"I fish on the bottom."

"That is too deep."

"It don't make any difference how I fish; it is all luck."

"Not all luck, Tom; there is something in doing it right."

"I shall not catch a fish," continued Tom, in despair.

"You'll catch something else, though, when you go home."

"Will I?"

"I'm afraid you will."

"Who says I will?"