'FRISCO KID AND THE NEW BOY 'Frisco Kid was discontented--discontented and disgusted.

This would have seemed impossible to the boys who fished from the dock above and envied him greatly.

True, they wore cleaner and better clothes, and were blessed with fathers and mothers; but his was the free floating life of the bay, the domain of moving adventure, and the companionship of men--theirs the rigid discipline and dreary sameness of home life.

They did not dream that 'Frisco Kid ever looked up at them from the cockpit of the _Dazzler_ and in turn envied them just those things which sometimes were the most distasteful to them and from which they suffered to repletion.

Just as the romance of adventure sang its siren song in their ears and whispered vague messages of strange lands and lusty deeds, so the delicious mysteries of home enticed 'Frisco Kid's roving fancies, and his brightest day-dreams were of the thing's he knew not--brothers, sisters, a father's counsel, a mother's kiss.
He frowned, got up from where he had been sunning himself on top of the _Dazzler's_ cabin, and kicked off his heavy rubber boots.