lity
of the boys still being on the island. Accordingly another trip was
made there, with what result we have seen.

"Oh, I'm so glad I know who I am, and that I have a father!" exclaimed
Paul, when word had been sent to the invalid in the sanitarium. "I
thought I would never get my memory back."

"It was the shock of seeing Shallock the second time that did it," said
Dr. Martin. "You are as good as ever now, Paul, and you won't need any
more medicine."

And the doctor was right. The former invalid joined his father, who
also recovered his health and Paul grew into a sturdy youth who had
many good times with the Racer boys, and with Bob Trent. He also
helped to play several jokes on Chet Sedley, the Harbor View dude, for
Paul was as lively as was Andy.

"I declare I don't know what to do with of two boys," said Mrs. Racer
in despair one day to her husband. "Here is the latest. Andy took out
that Chet Sedley for a row, and dumped him overboard. Something ought
to be done."

"I suppose they ought to be sent away school," said Mr. Racer
reflectively. "They getting to be old enough now."

"Yes, a good quiet school would do them good," said his wife. "I think
I know of right place, kept by an old professor who is very deep
student. It is a nice quiet place."

"We'll send them there," decided Mr. Racer.

And how the Racer boys went to this same "quiet" school, and how they
gave that same school a very rude, but very necessary, awakening will
be related in the second volume of this series, to be called, "Frank
and Andy at Boarding School; or, Rivals for Many Honors."

Paul went back to his sick father a few days after the mystery had been
cleared up, taking the important papers with him. He gave Andy and
Frank the wrecked motor boat, which they brought from Cliff Island and
had repaired, so that it was a fine craft. In it the brothers and Bob
Trent had many a trip.

Mr. Bartlett's health improved very much after his son joined him at
the sanitarium. Though the truth about the lad's disappearance had
been kept from him as much as possible, yet something of it had to be
told, and this, naturally, made the invalid worry.

"But I am all right, now that you are safe, Paul," he said,
affectionately patting his son on the shoulder. "I think I will soon
be able to leave this place."

And he was, for his condition grew rapidly better after that. The
finding of the important papers, without which much of