"Dr. Martin said I could go for a walk
to-morrow."

"Then we'll arrange for a sail," decided Frank. "It will do you lots
of good."

"But mind, no chasing after whales, dead or alive!" stipulated Mr.
Racer, with a laugh.

"All right," agreed his sons.

Paul soon afterward went to his room. A chamber on the ground floor,
with a window opening into the garden had been fitted up for him, to
save him the necessity of climbing up and down stairs. It was in this
little chamber that, soon afterward, he went to bed, hoping against
hope that he might awaken on the morrow with his memory restored.

It was about midnight when Frank, who was a light sleeper, was awakened
suddenly by hearing a noise under his window. He occupied the room
over Paul.

"I wonder if he's sick?" he thought, as he arose softly. "Perhaps he
is, and doesn't want to call anyone. I'll take a look I guess."

Before going down, however, Frank stepped to his window, softly raised
the screen, and looked out. As he did so he was startled by a shrill
cry from the room below him. It was Paul's voice, and the mysterious
lad was crying:

"Get away! Leave me alone! What do you want of me again? Oh, why
can't you let me alone!"

"What's the matter?" shouted Frank in alarm.

"That man! He's after me again!" screamed Paul.

Before Frank could leave his window to rush to the aid of the lad below
him, he saw a bright light flash out from the casement of the boy who
had no memory. In an instant Frank recalled that it must be the
portable electric light with which they had furnished the invalid in
case he wanted to get up in the night.

Then a movement below him attracted Frank's attention, and he saw a
dark figure spring from Paul's window. As this happened the light
flashed out once more, and in the glare of it the elder Racer lad saw
the countenance of the mysterious man, while Paul called out in fear:

"Oh, don't come near me! Let me alone! I'm afraid of you!"

Then it became dark, and Frank could hear someone crashing away through
the bushes of the garden.

CHAPTER XIV

THE WRECK AGAIN

"Paul, are you hurt? I'm coming! Father, turn on the light! Someone
tried to get in Paul's room!"

Thus Frank cried as he made his way through the darkness to the hall,
and fairly ran down the stairs. He knew every foot of the way.

"What's the matter?" yelled Andy.

"Oh, dear! Is it burglars?" screamed Mrs. Racer.

"Careful, boys!"