CONTENTS
[ JEWEL ]
[ CHAPTER I ]
[ CHAPTER II ]
[ CHAPTER III ]
[ CHAPTER IV ]
[ CHAPTER V ]
[ CHAPTER VI ]
[ CHAPTER VII ]
[ CHAPTER VIII ]
[ CHAPTER IX ]
[ CHAPTER X ]
[ CHAPTER XI ]
[ CHAPTER XII ]
[ CHAPTER XIII ]
[ CHAPTER XIV ]
[ CHAPTER XV ]
[ CHAPTER XVI ]
[ CHAPTER XVII ]
[ CHAPTER XVIII ]
[ CHAPTER XIX ]
[ CHAPTER XX ]
[ CHAPTER XXI ]
[ CHAPTER XXII ]
[ CHAPTER XXIII ]
[ CHAPTER XXIV ]
[ CHAPTER XXV ]
[ CHAPTER XXVI ]
[ CHAPTER XXVII ]
[ CHAPTER XXVIII ]
JEWEL
CHAPTER I
THE NEW COACHMAN
“Now you polish up those buckles real good, won't you, 'Zekiel? I will say for Fanshaw, you could most see your face in the harness always.”
The young fellow addressed rubbed away at the nickel plating good humoredly, although he had heard enough exhortations in the last twenty-four hours to chafe somewhat the spirit of youth. His mother, a large, heavy woman, stood over him, her face full of care.