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Adrift in the City or Oliver Conrad's Plucky Fight written by Horatio Alger, Jr. who was a prolific 19th-century American writer. This book was published in 1902. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

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Adrift in the City

Or Oliver Conrad's Plucky Fight

By

Horatio Alger, Jr.

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I. TWO YOUNG ENEMIES.

CHAPTER II. OPEN REVOLT.

CHAPTER III. THE YOUNG RIVALS.

CHAPTER IV. MR. KENYON'S SECRET.

CHAPTER V. MR. KENYON'S RESOLVE.

CHAPTER VI. MR. KENYON'S CHANGE OF BASE.

CHAPTER VII. ROLAND'S DISCOMFITURE.

CHAPTER VIII. A DANGEROUS LETTER.

CHAPTER IX. OLIVER'S MOTHER.

CHAPTER X. THE ROYAL LUNATIC.

CHAPTER XI. HOW THE LETTER WAS MAILED.

CHAPTER XII. OLIVER'S JOURNEY.

CHAPTER XIII. MR. KENYON'S PLANS FOR OLIVER.

CHAPTER XIV. A STORE IN THE BOWERY.

CHAPTER XV. JOHN'S COURTSHIP.

CHAPTER XVI. THE CONSPIRACY.

CHAPTER XVII. OLIVER LOSES HIS PLACE.

CHAPTER XVIII. OLIVER, THE OUTCAST.

CHAPTER XIX. A STRANGE ACQUAINTANCE.

CHAPTER XX. A TERRIBLE SITUATION.

CHAPTER XXI. ROLAND IS SURPRISED.

CHAPTER XXII. OLIVER ADOPTS A NEW GUARDIAN.

CHAPTER XXIII. MR. BUNDY IS DISAPPOINTED, AND OLIVER MEETS SOME FRIENDS.

CHAPTER XXIV. ANOTHER CLUE.

CHAPTER XXV. MAKING ARRANGEMENTS.

CHAPTER XXVI. WHO RUPERT JONES WAS.

CHAPTER XXVII. A STARTLING TELEGRAM.

CHAPTER XXVIII. OLD NANCY'S HUT.

CHAPTER XXIX. DR. FOX IN PURSUIT.

CHAPTER XXX. HOW DR. FOX WAS FOOLED.

CHAPTER XXXI. MRS. KENYON FINDS FRIENDS.

CHAPTER XXXII. MR. DENTON OF CHICAGO.

CHAPTER XXXIII. A MIDNIGHT ATTACK.

CHAPTER XXXIV. DENTON SEES HIS INTENDED VICTIMS ESCAPE.

CHAPTER XXXV. ON THE TRACK.

CHAPTER XXXVI. DENTON IS CHECKMATED.

CHAPTER XXXVII. DENTON'S LITTLE ADVENTURE IN THE CARS.

CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE MEETING AT LINCOLN PARK.

CHAPTER XXXIX. THE COMMON ENEMY.

CHAPTER XL. THE THUNDERBOLT FALLS.

Oliver Resents his Step-brother's Interference.

CHAPTER I.TWO YOUNG ENEMIES.

"OLIVER, bring me that ball!" said Roland Kenyon, in a tone of command.

The speaker, a boy of sixteen, stood on the lawn before a handsome country mansion. He had a bat in his hand, and had sent the ball far down the street. He was fashionably dressed, and evidently felt himself a personage of no small consequence.

The boy he addressed, Oliver Conrad, was his junior by a year—not so tall, but broader and more thick-set, with a frank, manly face, and an air of independence and self-reliance.He was returning home from school, and carried two books in his hand.

Oliver was naturally obliging, but there was something he did not like in the other's imperious tone, and his pride was touched.

"Are you speaking to me?" he demanded quietly.

"Of course I am. Is there any other Oliver about?"

"When you ask a favor, you had better be polite about it."

"Bother politeness! Go after that ball! Do you hear?" exclaimed Roland angrily.

Oliver eyed him calmly.

"Go for it yourself," he retorted. "I don't intend to run on your errands."

"You don't?" exclaimed Roland furiously.

"Didn't I speak plainly enough? I meant what I said."

"Go after that ball this instant!" shrieked Roland, stamping his foot; "or I'll make you!"

"Suppose you make me do it," said Oliver contemptuously, opening the gate, and entering the yard.

Roland had worked himself into a passion, and this made him reckless of consequences. He threw the bat in his hand at Oliver, and if the latter had not dodged quickly it would have seriously injured him. At the same time Roland rushed impetuously upon the boy who had offended him by his independence.

To say that Oliver kept calm under this aggravated attack would be incorrect. His eyes flashed with anger. He threw his books upon the lawn, and put himself in an instant on guard. A moment, and the two boys were engaged in a close struggle.

Roland was taller, and this gave him an advantage; but Oliver was the more sturdy and agile. He clasped Roland around the waist, lifted him off his feet, and laid him, after a brief resistance, on the lawn.

"You'd better not attack me again!" he said, looking with flushed face at his fallen foe.

Roland was furious. He sprang to his feet and flung himself upon Oliver, but with so little discretion that the latter, by a well-planted blow, immediately felled him to the ground, and, warned by the second attack, planted his knee on Roland's breast, thus preventing him from rising.

"Let me up!" shrieked Roland furiously, struggling desperately but ineffectually.

"Will you let me alone, then?"

"No, I won't!" returned Roland, who in his anger lost sight of prudence.

"Then you may lie there till you promise," said Oliver composedly.

"Get up, you bully!" screamed Roland.

"You are the bully. You attacked me, or I should never have touched you," said Oliver.

"I'll tell my father," said Roland.

"Tell, if you want to," said Oliver, his lip curling.

"He'll have you well beaten."

"I don't think he will."

"So you defy him, then?"

"No; I defy nobody. But I mean to defend myself from violence."

"What's the matter with you two boys? Oliver, what are you doing?"

The speaker was Mr. Kenyon's gardener, John Bradford, a sensible man and usually intelligent. Oliver often talked with him, and treated him respectfully, as he deserved. Roland was foolish enough to look down upon him because he was a poor man and occupied a subordinate position.

Oliver rose from the ground and let up his adversary.

"We have had a little difficulty, Mr. Bradford," he said. "Roland may tell you if he likes."

"What is the trouble, Roland?" enquired the gardener.

"None of your business!" answered Roland insolently.

"You are very polite," said the gardener.

"I don't feel called upon to be polite to my father's hired man," remarked Roland unpleasantly.

"If he won't answer your question, I will," said Oliver. "Roland commanded me to run and get his ball, and I didn't choose to do it. He attacked me, and I defended myself. That is all there is about it."

"No, it isn't all there is about it," said Roland passionately. "You have insulted me, and you are going to be flogged. You may just make up your mind to that."

"How have I insulted you?"

"You threw me down."

"Suppose I hadn't. What would have happened to me?"

"I would have whipped you if you hadn't taken me by surprise."

Oliver shrugged his shoulders.

Apparently Roland didn't propose to renew the fight. Oliver watched him warily, suspecting a sudden attack, but it was not made. Roland turned toward the house, merely discharging this last shaft at his young conqueror:

"You'll get it when my father gets home."

"Your ball is in the road," said the gardener. "It will be lost."

"No, it won't. Oliver will have to bring it in yet."

"I am afraid he means mischief, Oliver," said the gardener, turning to our hero as Roland slammed the front door upon entering.

"I suppose he does," said Oliver quietly. "It isn't the first attempt he has made to order me around."

"He is a very disagreeable boy," said Bradford.

"He is the most disagreeable boy I know," said Oliver. "I can get along with any of the other boys, except Jim Cameron, his chosen friend. He's pretty much the same sort of fellow as Roland—only, not being rich, he can't put on so many airs."

"You talk of Roland being rich," said the gardener. "He has no right to be called so."

"His father has property, I suppose?"

"Mr. Kenyon was poor enough when he married your mother. All the property he owns came from her."

"Is that true, Mr. Bradford?" asked Oliver thoughtfully.

"Yes; didn't you know it?"

"I have sometimes thought so."

"There is no doubt about it. It excited a good deal of talk—your mother's will."

"Did she leave all her property to Mr. Kenyon, John?"

"So he says, and he shows a will that has been admitted to probate."

Oliver was silent for a moment. Then he spoke:

"If my mother chose to leave all to him, I have not a word to say. She had a right to do as she pleased."

"But it seems singular. She loved you as much as any mother loves her son; yet she disinherited you."

"I will not complain of anything she did, Mr. Bradford," said Oliver soberly.

"Suppose she didn't do it, Master Oliver?"

"What do you mean, Mr. Bradford?" asked the boy, fixing his eyes upon the gardener's face.

"I mean that there are some in the village who think there has been foul play—that the will is not genuine."

"Do you think so, Mr. Bradford?"

"Knowing your mother, and her love for you, I believe there's been some fraud practised, and that Mr. Kenyon is at the bottom of it."

"I wish I knew," said Oliver. "It isn't the money I care about so much, but I don't like to think that my mother preferred Mr. Kenyon to me."

"Wait patiently, Oliver; it'll all come out some day."

Just then Roland appeared at the front door and called out, in a tone of triumphant malice:

"Come right in, Oliver; my father wants to see you."

Oliver and the gardener exchanged glances. Then the boy answered:

"You may tell your father I am coming," and walked quietly toward the front door.

"I've told him all about it," said Roland.

"Are you sure you have told your father all?"

"Yes, I have."

"That's all I want. If you have told him all, he must see that I am not to blame."

"You'll find out. He's mad enough."

Oliver knew enough of his step-father to accept this as probable.

"Now, for it," he thought, and followed Roland into his father's presence.

CHAPTER II.OPEN REVOLT.

BENJAMIN Kenyon, the father of Roland and Oliver's step-father, was a man of fifty or more. He had a high narrow forehead, small eyes, and a scanty supply of coarse black hair rimming a bald crown with a fringe in the shape of a horse-shoe. His expression was crafty and insincere. A tolerable judge of physiognomy would at once pronounce him as a man not to be trusted.

He turned upon Oliver with a frown, and said harshly:

"How dared you assault my son Roland!"

"It was he who assaulted me, Mr. Kenyon," answered Oliver quietly.

"Do you deny that you felled him to the earth twice?"

"I threw him over twice, if that is what you mean, sir."

"If that is what I mean! Don't be impertinent, sir."

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