. Racer cried out:

"Oh, Frank! What has happened? Is--Is it--Andy? Is he--is he----?"
she could say no more, and began crying.

"It's all right, mother!" shouted Frank heartily. "We rescued an
unknown lad. Andy has gone to telephone for Dr. Martin. He ought to
be here now. Tell Mary to get some hot water ready. We may need it.
Lay out some blankets. Get a bed ready, mother."

Frank issued his requests as if he had been used to saving drowned
persons every day. His crisp words had the effect of restoring Mrs.
Racer to her usual calmness.

"I'll attend to everything," she said. "Oh, the poor fellow! Bring
him right in here. Can you and Bob lift him?"

"I think so," answered the captain's sturdy son.

"Oh, why doesn't Dr. Martin come?" cried Mrs. Racer.

"That sounds like his auto now!" exclaimed Frank, as he and Bob carried
the unknown lad into the house. "Yes," he added a moment later, "here
he comes."

"And Andy's with him," added Bob. "The doctor must have picked him up
on the way here."

It was the work of but a few moments to get most of the unconscious
youth's clothes off and place him in bed. By that time the physician
was ready to begin his ministrations.

"I don't know," mused Dr. Martin, as he felt of the feeble, flickering
pulse, and listened to the scarcely audible breathing. "He's pretty
far gone. Hurt internally, I imagine. But we'll see if we can save
him."

With the eager and able assistance of the Racer boys, their mother and
Bob Trent, Dr. Martin labored hard to restore the lad to consciousness.
At first his efforts seemed of no avail. His eyes remained closed, and
the pulse and breathing seemed to grow more feeble.

"I think I'll try the electric battery," said the doctor finally. "If
one of you will bring it in from my auto, I'll see what effect that
has."

"I'll get it!" cried Andy, and he fairly ran out and back.

For a time it looked as if even the powerful current would be useless,
but when the doctor turned it on full strength there was a convulsive
shudder of the body. Then, suddenly the eyes opened, and the voice of
the rescued lad murmured:

"It's cold--the water--Oh! The gasolene tank! It will explode! I
can't get away now! I must jump!"

He raised himself in bed, but the doctor gently pressed him back.

"There, there now," spoke the physician soothingly. "You are all
right. Don't worry. You'll be all right."

"He's going to live," said And