Jack London - Jack London - All 22 Novels in One Illustrated Edition

Jack London

The Call of the Wild, The Sea-Wolf, White Fang, The Iron Heel, Martin Eden, Burning Daylight…

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The Cruise of the Dazzler The Cruise of the Dazzler Table of Contents Part I Chapter I. Brother and Sister Chapter II. "The Draconian Reforms" Chapter III. “Brick,” “Sorrel-Top,” and “Reddy” Chapter IV. The Biter Bitten Chapter V. Home Again Chapter VI. Examination Day Chapter VII. Father and Son Part II Chapter VIII. 'Frisco Kid and the New Boy Chapter IX. Aboard the Dazzler Chapter X. With the Bay Pirates Chapter XI. Captain and Crew Chapter XII. Joe Tries to Take French Leave Chapter XIII. Befriending Each Other Chapter XIV. Among the Oyster-Beds Chapter XV. Good Sailors in a Wild Anchorage Chapter XVI. 'Frisco Kid's Ditty-Box Chapter XVII. 'Frisco Kid Tells His Story Chapter XVIII. A New Responsibility for Joe Chapter XIX. The Boys Plan an Escape Chapter XX. Perilous Hours Chapter XXI. Joe and His Father

A Daughter of the Snows

The Call of the Wild

The Kempton-Wace Letters

The Sea-Wolf

The Game

White Fang

Before Adam

The Iron Heel

Martin Eden

Burning Daylight

Adventure

The Scarlet Plague

A Son of the Sun

The Abysmal Brute

The Valley of the Moon

The Mutiny of the Elsinore

The Star Rover (The Jacket)

The Little Lady of the Big House

Jerry of the Islands

Michael, Brother of Jerry

Hearts of Three

Table of Contents

Part I

Chapter I. Brother and Sister

Chapter II. "The Draconian Reforms"

Chapter III. “Brick,” “Sorrel-Top,” and “Reddy”

Chapter IV. The Biter Bitten

Chapter V. Home Again

Chapter VI. Examination Day

Chapter VII. Father and Son

Part II

Chapter VIII. 'Frisco Kid and the New Boy

Chapter IX. Aboard the Dazzler

Chapter X. With the Bay Pirates

Chapter XI. Captain and Crew

Chapter XII. Joe Tries to Take French Leave

Chapter XIII. Befriending Each Other

Chapter XIV. Among the Oyster-Beds

Chapter XV. Good Sailors in a Wild Anchorage

Chapter XVI. 'Frisco Kid's Ditty-Box

Chapter XVII. 'Frisco Kid Tells His Story

Chapter XVIII. A New Responsibility for Joe

Chapter XIX. The Boys Plan an Escape

Chapter XX. Perilous Hours

Chapter XXI. Joe and His Father

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They ran across the shining sand, the Pacific thundering its long surge at their backs, and when they gained the roadway leaped upon bicycles and dived at faster pace into the green avenues of the park. There were three of them, three boys, in as many bright-colored sweaters, and they "scorched" along the cycle-path as dangerously near the speed-limit as is the custom of boys in bright-colored sweaters to go. They may have exceeded the speed-limit. A mounted park policeman thought so, but was not sure, and contented himself with cautioning them as they flashed by. They acknowledged the warning promptly, and on the next turn of the path as promptly forgot it, which is also a custom of boys in bright-colored sweaters.

Shooting out through the entrance to Golden Gate Park, they turned into San Francisco, and took the long sweep of the descending hills at a rate that caused pedestrians to turn and watch them anxiously. Through the city streets the bright sweaters flew, turning and twisting to escape climbing the steeper hills, and, when the steep hills were unavoidable, doing stunts to see which would first gain the top.

The boy who more often hit up the pace, led the scorching, and instituted the stunts was called Joe by his companions. It was "follow the leader," and he led, the merriest and boldest in the bunch. But as they pedaled into the Western Addition, among the large and comfortable residences, his laughter became less loud and frequent, and he unconsciously lagged in the rear. At Laguna and Vallejo streets his companions turned off to the right.

"So long, Fred," he called as he turned his wheel to the left. "So long, Charley."

"See you to-night!" they called back.

"No—I can't come," he answered.

"Aw, come on," they begged.

"No, I've got to dig.—So long!"

As he went on alone, his face grew grave and a vague worry came into his eyes. He began resolutely to whistle, but this dwindled away till it was a thin and very subdued little sound, which ceased altogether as he rode up the driveway to a large two-storied house.

"Oh, Joe!"

He hesitated before the door to the library. Bessie was there, he knew, studiously working up her lessons. She must be nearly through with them, too, for she was always done before dinner, and dinner could not be many minutes away. As for his lessons, they were as yet untouched. The thought made him angry. It was bad enough to have one's sister—and two years younger at that—in the same grade, but to have her continually head and shoulders above him in scholarship was a most intolerable thing. Not that he was dull. No one knew better than himself that he was not dull. But somehow—he did not quite know how—his mind was on other things and he was usually unprepared.

"Joe—please come here." There was the slightest possible plaintive note in her voice this time.

"Well?" he said, thrusting aside the portière with an impetuous movement.

He said it gruffly, but he was half sorry for it the next instant when he saw a slender little girl regarding him with wistful eyes across the big reading-table heaped with books. She was curled up, with pencil and pad, in an easy-chair of such generous dimensions that it made her seem more delicate and fragile than she really was.

"What is it, Sis?" he asked more gently, crossing over to her side.

She took his hand in hers and pressed it against her cheek, and as he stood beside her came closer to him with a nestling movement.

"What is the matter, Joe dear?" she asked softly. "Won't you tell me?"

He remained silent. It struck him as ridiculous to confess his troubles to a little sister, even if her reports were higher than his. And the little sister struck him as ridiculous to demand his troubles of him. "What a soft cheek she has!" he thought as she pressed her face gently against his hand. If he could but tear himself away—it was all so foolish! Only he might hurt her feelings, and, in his experience, girls' feelings were very easily hurt.

She opened his fingers and kissed the palm of his hand. It was like a rose-leaf falling; it was also her way of asking her question over again.

"Nothing 's the matter," he said decisively. And then, quite inconsistently, he blurted out, "Father!"

His worry was now in her eyes. "But father is so good and kind, Joe," she began. "Why don't you try to please him? He does n't ask much of you, and it 's all for your own good. It 's not as though you were a fool, like some boys. If you would only study a little bit—"

"That 's it! Lecturing!" he exploded, tearing his hand roughly away. "Even you are beginning to lecture me now. I suppose the cook and the stable-boy will be at it next."

He shoved his hands into his pockets and looked forward into a melancholy and desolate future filled with interminable lectures and lecturers innumerable.