hey're not in sight," answered the lad who did not know who he was.
"And Captain Trent says a bad storm is brewing."

"That settles it!" exclaimed Mr. Racer. He started up and took down an
old overcoat and hat.

"Where are you going?" asked his wife in alarm.

"I'm going for those boys. I can't stand it any longer."

"But how can you get to Cliff Island if a storm is coming up? You have
no boat, and to row--"

"I don't intend to row. Mr. Lacey, a friend of mine, put in here with
his big motor boat a little while ago. I saw him as I got off the New
York steamer, and he said he might stay here a couple of days. His
craft is at the pier float. I know he'll take me to Cliff Island, blow
or no blow, and his _Norma_ is big enough to weather quite a sea."

"Oh, Dick, I'm afraid to have you go!"

"Oh, there's no danger, but there might be to our boys, and I'm going
to the rescue. Don't worry. I may be able to get out to the island
and back before dark. They're probably scouting around, looking for
that man, and he isn't there at all. They think they're having a good
time, but they don't realize what the weather is going to be."

Mr. Racer went on with his preparations for being out in the storm.
Mrs. Racer, after the first alarm, agreed with him that it was best to
go after the boys.

"Do you think that I--that is--Oh, mayn't I go?" burst out Paul Gale.
"I'd like to help. Andy and Frank have done so much for me. Can't I
go?"

"I'm afraid you're not strong enough," objected Mr. Racer.

"Oh, but I am!" insisted the lad. "I believe it will do me good. But
can't you ask Dr. Martin?"

They were saved the necessity of calling the physician up on the
telephone for he drove past at that moment and Mr. Racer hailed him.
The case was soon stated.

"I agree with you that it is a good thing to go after Andy and Frank,"
said the medical man. "As for taking Paul along--hum--well, I don't
know."

"Oh, I'm all right, doctor," insisted the lad again.

"You certainly have gained much strength in the last few days," went on
the physician. "If you take care of yourself perhaps it won't do you
any harm. But don't exert yourself too much."

"No," promised Paul eagerly. Then, as he hurried to his room to get
ready, Dr. Martin said to Mr. Racer in a low voice:

"I'm not so sure but what it won't be a good thing for him. He lost
his memory in a storm, you know, and if there is a little blow out in
the bay his m