{"product_id":"2940013289215","title":"CAPTAIN BAYLEY'S HEIR","description":"CONTENTS.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Chap.                              Page\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e        I. WESTMINSTER! WESTMINSTER!      9\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       II. A COLD SWIM,                  25\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      III. A CRIPPLE BOY,                42\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       IV. AN ADOPTED CHILD,             58\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e        V. A TERRIBLE ACCUSATION,        75\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       VI. AT NEW ORLEANS,               92\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      VII. ON THE MISSISSIPPI,          107\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     VIII. STARTING FOR THE WEST,       127\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       IX. ON THE PLAINS,               154\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e        X. A BUFFALO STORY,             173\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       XI. HOW DICK LOST HIS SCALP,     186\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      XII. THE ATTACK ON THE CARAVAN,   206\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     XIII. AT THE GOLD-FIELDS,          223\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      XIV. CAPTAIN BAYLEY,              238\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       XV. THE MISSING HEIR,            253\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      XVI. JOHN HOLL, DUST CONTRACTOR,  268\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     XVII. THE LONELY DIGGERS,          285\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    XVIII. A DREAM VERIFIED,            306\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      XIX. STRIKING IT RICH,            324\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e       XX. A MESSAGE FROM ABROAD,       341\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e      XXI. HAPPY MEETINGS,              360\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e     XXII. CLEARED AT LAST,             374\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWESTMINSTER! WESTMINSTER!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA CRIPPLE boy was sitting in a box on four low wheels, in a little room\u003cbr\u003ein a small street in Westminster; his age was some fifteen or sixteen\u003cbr\u003eyears; his face was clear-cut and intelligent, and was altogether free\u003cbr\u003efrom the expression either of discontent or of shrinking sadness so\u003cbr\u003eoften seen in the face of those afflicted. Had he been sitting on a\u003cbr\u003echair at a table, indeed, he would have been remarked as a handsome and\u003cbr\u003ewell-grown young fellow; his shoulders were broad, his arms powerful,\u003cbr\u003eand his head erect. He had not been born a cripple, but had been\u003cbr\u003edisabled for life, when a tiny child, by a cart passing over his legs\u003cbr\u003eabove the knees. He was talking to a lad a year or so younger than\u003cbr\u003ehimself, while a strong, hearty-looking woman, somewhat past middle age,\u003cbr\u003estood at a wash-tub.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What is all that noise about?\" the cripple exclaimed, as an uproar was\u003cbr\u003eheard in the street at some little distance from the house.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Drink, as usual, I suppose,\" the woman said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe younger lad ran to the door.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, mother; it's them scholars a-coming back from cricket. Ain't there\u003cbr\u003ea fight jist!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe cripple wheeled his box to the door, and then taking a pair of\u003cbr\u003ecrutches which rested in hooks at its side when not wanted, swung\u003cbr\u003ehimself from the box, and propped himself in the doorway so as to\u003cbr\u003ecommand a view down the street.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was indeed a serious fight. A party of Westminster boys, on their way\u003cbr\u003eback from their cricket-ground in St. Vincent's Square, had been\u003cbr\u003eattacked by the \"skies.\" The quarrel was an old standing one, but had\u003cbr\u003ebroken out afresh from a thrashing which one of the older lads had\u003cbr\u003eadministered on the previous day to a young chimney-sweep about his own\u003cbr\u003eage, who had taken possession of the cricket-ball when it had been\u003cbr\u003eknocked into the roadway, and had, with much strong language, refused to\u003cbr\u003ethrow it back when requested.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe friends of the sweep determined to retaliate upon the following day,\u003cbr\u003eand gathered so threateningly round the gate that, instead of the boys\u003cbr\u003ecoming home in twos and threes, as was their wont, when playtime\u003cbr\u003eexpired, they returned in a body. They were some forty in number, and\u003cbr\u003evaried in age from the little fags of the Under School, ten or twelve\u003cbr\u003eyears old, to brawny muscular young fellows of seventeen or eighteen,\u003cbr\u003esenior Queen's Scholars, or Sixth Form town boys. The Queen's Scholars\u003cbr\u003ewere in their caps and gowns, the town boys were in ordinary attire, a\u003cbr\u003efew only having flannel cricketing trousers.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47171976528112,"sku":"2940013289215","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013289215_p0.jpg?v=1763579281","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013289215","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}