"Important business--see--later--don"t bother me."
"Humph!" exclaimed Andy, as the man resumed his rapid walk. "We"re not going to bother you. But we"ll solve that mystery, whether you want us to or not," he added firmly. "Won"t we, Frank?"
"If it"s possible. I"m almost ready to go out now and have a search for the motor boat, but I think we"d better go back and tell him what happened."
"Tell who, the doctor?"
"No, this lad--the one who"s at our house. He may know the man when we describe him."
"That"s so. Paul, the man said his name was. Wonder what the other half was?"
"Guess you"ll have to take it out in wondering. Come on back to the house."
It was a great disappointment to Frank and Andy when, after detailing their adventure with the queer man, and describing him minutely, to have the rescued lad say:
"I"m sorry, boys, but I can"t recall any such man."
"Try hard," suggested Frank.
"I am trying," and the youth frowned and endeavored hard to concentrate his thoughts. "No, it"s useless," he added with a sigh. "My memory on that point, if I ever had any, has gone with the rest of the past.
It"s too bad. I wish I _could_ remember."
"Well, don"t try any more now," said Frank quickly, as he saw that the youth was much distressed. "We"ll do our best to help you out. And the first thing we"ll do will be to look for that motor boat--that is, if she"s still floating."
"Does the name "Paul" mean anything to you?" asked Andy. "That"s what the man called you before he thought."
"Paul--Paul," mused the lad. "No, it doesn"t seem to be my name. Did he mention any other?"
"No, he cut himself off short. But what"s the matter with us calling you Paul, until we find out your right name? It"s a bit awkward to refer to you as "he" or "him" all the while. How does Paul suit you?"
"Fine! I like it."
"But what about his other name?" asked Frank.
"Gale!" suddenly shouted Andy.
"Gale?" repeated his brother wonderingly.
"Yes, don"t you see," and Andy laughed. "We picked him up in a gale.
His first name"s Paul, I"m sure, and Paul Gale would be a good name.
How about it, Paul?"
"It will do first rate until I can find my real one. Paul Gale--Paul Gale--it sounds good."
"Then Paul Gale it shall be," declared Andy. and when he suggested it to his father and mother that night they agreed with him. So the rescued lad became Paul Gale.
As the days pa.s.sed he gained in health and strength until he was able to walk out. Then the wonderful sea air of Harbor View practically completed the recovery, until Dr. Martin declared that there was no further use for medicine, and only nourishing food was needed.
"But about his mind," the physician went on, "time alone can heal that.
We must be patient. Take him out with you, Andy and Frank, when he is able to go, and let him have a good time. That will help as much as anything."
In the meanwhile, pending the gaining of complete strength on the part of Paul Gale, as he was now called, the two Racer boys made many trips around the Shark"s Teeth in their sailboat, looking for the wrecked motor craft. But they could not locate it. Nor were their inquiries any more successful. Sailors and fishermen who went far out to sea were questioned but could give no trace of the wreck.
"Guess we"ll have to give it up," said Andy with a sigh one day.
"It"s like the mysterious man," added his brother.
Mr. Racer was much interested in the efforts his sons were making to solve the mystery of Paul Gale. He even advertised in a number of papers, giving details of the rescue, and asking any persons who might possibly know the history of such a youth as he described, to call on him at his New York office. But none came.
Paul had not yet ventured far from the house, for he was still rather weak. His arm, too, was very painful, and he could not yet accompany his two friends on any of their rowing or sailing trips.
"But I"ll go soon," he said one day, when Frank and Andy started off for the beach, with the intention of interviewing some lobstermen who were due to arrive from a long cruise out to sea. "Some time I"ll surprise you by coming along."
"Glad of it," called Frank, linking his arm in that of his brother.
Together they strolled down on the sands, to await the arrival of the lobstermen. They found Bob Trent there, loading up his wagon with soft clams, which he had just dug.
As Bob tossed in shovelful after shovelful of the bivalves, the two Racer boys saw approaching the vehicle a youth of about their own age but of entirely different appearance. For, whereas the Racer boys dressed well they made no pretense of style, especially when they were away on their vacation. But the lad approaching the wagon was "dressed to kill clams," as Andy laughingly expressed it.
"Look at Chet Sedley!" exclaimed the younger lad to his brother. "Talk about style!"
"I should boil a lobster; yes!" agreed Frank, laughing.
And well he might, for Chet, who was a native of Harbor View, had donned his "best" that afternoon. He wore an extremely light suit, with new tan ties of a light shade, and his purple and green striped hose could be seen a long distance off.
"You can hear those socks as far as you can get a glimpse of them,"
remarked Andy.
"And look at his hat," observed Frank. It was a straw affair, of rough braid, and the brim was in three thicknesses or "layers" so that it looked not unlike one of those cocoanut custard cakes with the cocoanut put in extremely thick. In addition to this Chet"s tie was of vivid blue with yellowish dots in it, and he carried a little cane, which he swung jauntily.
As Chet pa.s.sed the clam wagon, manned by Bob, who was dressed in his oldest garments, as befitted his occupation, one of the bivalves slipped from the shovel, and hit on the immaculate tan ties of the Harbor View dude. It left a salt water mark.
"Look here, Bob Trent! What do you mean by that?" demanded Chet indignantly as he took out a handkerchief covered with large green checks and wiped off his shoe. "How dare you do such a thing?"
"What did I do?" asked the clammer innocently, for he had not seen the accident.
"What did you do? I"ll show you! I"ll teach you to spoil a pair of new shoes that cost me two dollars and thirty-five cents! I"ll have you arrested if that spot doesn"t come out, and you"ll have to pay for having them cleaned, too."
"I--I--" began Bob, who was a lad never looking for trouble, "I"m sorry--I--"
"Say, it"s you who ought to be arrested, Chet!" broke in Andy, coming to the relief of his chum.
"Me? What for, I"d like to know?" asked the dude, as he finished polishing the tan ties with the brilliant handkerchief.
"Why you"re dressed so "loud" that you"re disturbing the peace," was the laughing reply "You"d better look out."
"Such--er--jokes are in very bad taste," sneered Chet, whose parents were in humble circ.u.mstances, not at all in keeping with his dress. In fact, though Chet thought himself very stylish, if was a "style"
affected only by the very vain, and was several years behind the season at that.