e."

"Oh, you're hopeless!" said Frank, laughing in spite of himself.

"And you're too sober!" declared his brother. "Wake up! Here, I'll
beat you to the dock this time!" And with that Andy turned a
handspring, and darted toward the pier, near which their sailboat was
moored. Frank started off on the run, but Andy had too much of a
start, and when the elder lad arrived at the goal Andy was there
waiting for him.

"Now the sodas are on you!" he announced. "How's that?"

"Why, we didn't finish the rowing race on account of the whale, but
this contest will do as well. I'll have orange for mine."

"Oh, all right, come on," and Frank good-naturedly led the way toward
the only drug store in Harbor View. "But I thought you were going for
a sail, and see if we could get a trace of mysterious wrecked motor
boat," he added.

"So I am," admitted Andy. "But first I want a drink. Then I'm going
to see how Jim Bailey is coming on with repairing the skiff that the
whale tried to eat. After that we'll go sailing."

"And we'll see what we can do on our own account," announced Frank, as
a little later he assisted his brother to hoist the sail on the _Gull_.
Soon they were standing out of the harbor under a brisk wind which
heeled their craft well over. They knew it was practically useless to
expect a sight of the mysterious wreck until they were well out, and so
they gave themselves up to the enjoyment of the trip, talking at
intervals of many things, but principally of the strange lad still
quartered at their house.

"Poor Paul Gale!" said Frank. "It must be hard to lose your memory
that way."

"Sure," agreed Andy. "Not to know who your father or mother is, or
whether you have any, or whether you are rich or poor--it sure is
tough."

"I think he must be well off, as I've said before," declared Frank.
"But that's as far as I can get. If there was only some way of getting
on the track of that strange man who seemed to know Paul, we could do
something."

"But he's disappeared completely," said Andy. "He sure did make a
quick getaway the day we met him on the sands."

Frank, who was steering, changed the course of the _Gull_. As he did
so Andy suddenly stood up, pointed off across the slowly rolling waves,
and cried out:

"Look there!"

"What is it, the motor boat or the whale?" asked Frank.

"It's a boat, but look who's in it. The mysterious man!"

A short distance away was a dory, containing one pers