low so hard in such a short time."

"Oh, dad can generally be depended on for a weather guess," said the
son proudly. "Well, I must be getting back. Got to put on another
load of clams before supper. Let me know how that chap makes out, will
you?"

"Sure," assented Frank. "And if you see or hear anything of that motor
boat up or down the coast, let us know. Maybe we can save it, and find
out something about this boy from it, in case he isn't able to tell."

"I'll do it," promised the captain's son.

"And if you see a wounded whale, it belongs to us," added Andy.

"A wounded whale?" gasped Bob. "Are you stuffing me? This isn't
Thanksgiving."

"It was a whale all right," went on Andy, playfully poking his brother
in the ribs, "and it stove in my boat. If I could catch the beggar I'd
sell his hide or oil or whatever is valuable about him, and get a new
boat."

"Does he mean it?" asked Bob, turning to Frank, for the younger Racer
lad was well known for his practical jokes and his fun-loving
characteristics.

"Yes, we did get rammed by one just before we went out in the _Gull_,"
said Frank, a bit solemnly, for the events of the past few hours had
made quite an impression on him. Then he briefly told the story of the
monster's attack.

"We didn't say anything to your father about it when we came in,"
explained Andy, "as we didn't want to be delayed. But if you see or
hear of that whale, don't forget he belongs to us."

"I won't," declared Bob. "Now I've got to hustle, as it's almost
supper time."

"Supper!" cried Andy. "That reminds me, we haven't had dinner yet,
Frank."

"My stomach reminded me of that some time ago," declared the brother.
"We had such a strenuous time that it slipped our minds, I guess. But
I'm going to make up for it now. So long, Bob; see you later."

"So long."

Then, as the rickety wagon was driven away Frank and Andy went in the
house to change their wet garments.

The two brothers were tiptoeing their way to the room where the wounded
lad lay, having first ascertained from Mary, the cook, that supper
would soon be ready, when they saw Dr. Martin coming from the apartment.

"Is he better?" asked Frank in a whisper.

"Yes," and the doctor smiled. "I succeeded in fully restoring him to
consciousness, and he is now sleeping quietly. I have given him a
powder and it will be some time before he awakens. He is worn out, in
addition to being injured."

"Is he badly hu