tor. "Perhaps in
time, with rest and quietness, it may all come back to him as suddenly
as it left him. But what are your plans in regard to him?"

"He is to stay here, of course, until he recalls something of himself,"
said Mrs. Racer decidedly. "Then he may be able to tell us who his
people are."

"And if that should take--say all summer?" The doctor looked at her
questioningly.

"If we have to take him back to New York with us in the fall, we'll do
it," went on the mother of Frank and Andy.

"Perhaps the city sights may recall him to himself," suggested Frank.

"Perhaps," agreed Dr. Martin. "Well, I'll stop in again to-morrow."

The next day, and the next, however, saw very little change. The lad
grew much stronger, so that he could sit up in bed, but that was all.
The past remained as dark as before. Yet he was intelligent, and could
talk on ordinary topics with ease, and with a knowledge that showed he
had been well educated. But even his name was lost to him. They
looked in the newspapers but saw no mention of a lost boy.

Meanwhile Frank and Andy had made diligent inquiries about the wrecked
boat, but had heard nothing. Nor was there any news of the whale.

"Of course I don't intend to go out after him, when dad and mom don't
want us to," Andy carefully explained to his brother, "but it does no
harm to ask; does it?" and he laughed joyously.

"No, I suppose not," assented Frank.

It was about a week after the rescue of the mysterious lad, and his
physical condition had continued to improve. He would soon be able to
get around, the doctor said. Frank and Andy, who never grew tired of
discussing the problem, and of wondering when the lad's mind would come
back, were strolling along the beach of Harbor View. The weather had
cleared and they were thinking of going for a sail, mainly on pleasure
but incidentally to look for the wrecked motor boat.

"It's queer no one has sighted her, or heard of her," remarked Andy,
gazing on to sea, as if he might pick up the disabled craft on the
horizon.

"Yes," agreed Frank. "I guess she's sunk all right."

They walked on in silence, and were about to turn back toward where
their boat was moored, when they noticed a man walking rapidly along
the sands of the beach toward them.

"He seems to be in a hurry," observed Frank, in a low voice.

"Yes," agreed his brother. "He looks as if he wanted to speak to us."

"He's a stranger around here," went on