possible," declared Andy. "I haven't
yet given up looking for your motor boat. I suppose it was your boat?"
and he looked at the lad who, though yet partly an invalid, was rapidly
convalescing.

"I--I don't know," was the weak response. "Sometimes I have a hazy
notion that I had many such things, an auto, a boat, a pony, and a rich
home, but it is all like a dream--a dream," and Paul buried his face in
his arms.

"Don't worry," spoke Mrs. Racer soothingly. "Now you boys must stop
talking about this, and get on a more cheerful subject. I want you all
to promise to come and see me play golf to-morrow. We have a medal
match at the Harbor View links, and it will do you good to get in some
society, other than that of whales, wrecked motor boats and sailors.
You will be strong enough to come, won't you, Paul?"

"I--I think so. I'm feeling better every day."

Paul went to the golf match in a carriage, and sat on the shady porch
of the clubhouse while the two Racer boys followed their energetic
mother about the links.

The sixteenth hole was down near the sandy shore of the bay, and while
Mrs. Racer was teeing up for a trial at the seventeenth, Frank and Andy
strolled toward the beach.

"It's a fine day for a sail," observed the younger lad.

"What! Go off and not see mother win!" cried Frank.

"Oh, I was only joking."

"Hum! Joking!" exclaimed Frank, and Andy laughed uneasily.

"There's someone in a boat headed this way," said Frank, after a pause.
"He's rowing fast, too."

"Looks like Bob Trent's dory," commented his brother.

"It is," was the answer. "Wonder what he's in such a hurry about?"

They watched the rower in silence for a few minutes, while Mrs. Racer
played on, too interested in the game to miss her sons. A little later
Bob's boat grounded on the shelving beach. He leaped out, pulled it up
farther on the sands, and then, seeing the two Racer boys regarding
him, he sang out:

"There she blows! A whale! Almost dead, and headed for shore. There
she blows!"

He pointed out across the bay.

"A whale?" cried Frank.

"Maybe it's our whale!" exclaimed Andy "Let's go out and get It!"

He looked at his brother. Then both glanced over to where their mother
was posing for a difficult shot.

"Come on!" cried Andy, and Frank followed him in a race to the beach,
where Bob Trent awaited them. Out on the bay they could see two misty
fountains of spray blown into the air--the spouting of th