ylight
came stealing in. The unidentified lad had slept soundly, only
arousing slightly once or twice.

"We must have a nurse for him," Mrs. Racer decided, when she and her
husband, together with the boys, had talked the case over at the
breakfast table. "Poor lad, he needs care. He looks as if he came
from good people--a refined family--don't you think so, Dick?" and she
turned to her husband.

"Oh, yes, he seems like a nice lad. Get a nurse if you can, and have
the best of everything. And I don't want you boys tackling any more
whales," Mr. Racer added decidedly, as he gazed at his sons a bit
sternly.

"No, indeed!" their mother hastened to add. "I should have died of
nervousness if I had known they went out again, after that dreadful
fish smashed Andy's boat."

"A whale's an animal, not a fish, mother," said the younger lad as he
gave her a kiss. "We are going to capture that one and sell its oil."

"Don't you dare venture whale-hunting again, or we'll go straight back
to New York, and that will be the end of your vacation," she threatened.

"That's right," added Mr. Racer. "Don't forget. Well, I must be off
or I'll miss my boat," and he hurried away to his New York office.

There was quite an improvement in the condition of the mysterious youth
that day, and, with the arrival of the nurse, the Racer boys and their
mother were relieved from the care of him, though one or the other of
them paid frequent visits to the sick room.

"He's doing nicely," said Dr. Martin on the third day. "He is out of
danger now."

"And still not a word to tell who he is," spoke Frank.

"No," said the doctor musingly, "he talks intelligently on every
subject but that. He remembers nothing of his past, however. He
doesn't even seem to know that he was out in a motor boat. All he can
recall is that he was in some kind of trouble and danger, and that he
was saved. He knows that you boys saved him, and he is very grateful."

"And he doesn't know a thing about himself?" asked Andy wonderingly.

"Not a thing. It is as if he was just born, or as if he came to life
right after the wreck. He has some dim memory of being in a big city,
and of looking for some man, but who this man is seems to be as
mysterious as who he himself is. So I have given up questioning him
for the present as it distresses him."

"Will he ever recover his mind?" asked Mrs. Racer anxiously.

"Well, such cases have been known," replied the doc