Frank and Andy Afloat Part 7

"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 hurt?" Andy wanted to know. "Is his arm broken?"

"No, only severely sprained. In addition, he has several big bruises and a number of cuts where he must have been tossed against the rocks.

His hands are burned slightly, but there is nothing dangerous, and with care he ought soon to recover."

"He must have gotten burned trying to put out the fire on the boat,"

commented Frank. "But, Dr. Martin, did you learn anything about him?

What's his name? Where does he belong? What was he doing near the Shark's Teeth in a gale?"

"I can't answer any of your questions," replied the physician gravely.

"I asked the lad who he was, thinking that his people would be worried, and that I might be able to send some word to them. But, though he was fully in his senses, and seemed to realize what he had gone through, I couldn't get a word out of him about his name.

"When I asked him, as I did several times, and as also did your mother, he would begin, 'I am----' Then he would stop, pa.s.s his hand across his forehead, and look puzzled. He did this a number of times, and it seemed to pain him to try to think. So I gave it up."

"How do you account for that?" asked Andy.

"Well, the fright and injuries he received may have caused a temporary loss of memory," replied the doctor. "Or there may be some injury to the brain. I can't decide yet. But I'll look in again this evening.

He'll be much improved by then, I am sure."

"It's getting queerer and more queer," commented Andy, as the physician hastened away in his car. "Think of forgetting who you are, Frank!"

"It sure is too bad. We must try to help him. That motor boat would be a clue, I think. As soon as the weather gets better, and this storm blows over, we'll have a search for it."

"Yes, we're in for a hard blow, I think. It's a worse gale now than when we were out."

The wind, which had momentarily died out, had sprung up again with the approach of night, and it began to rain. Out on the bay, a view of which could be had from their house, the boys could see big tumbling billows.

"It's a good night to be home," mused Frank. "I'm afraid we'll never see that wrecked motor boat again. It will pound to pieces on the Shark's Teeth."

"Very likely. Well, let's go in and see how much nearer supper is ready. Dad's home now."

It was rather a long and dreary night, with the storm howling outside, and Frank, who had the last watch, was not sorry when the gray daylight 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, d.i.c.k?" 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 doctor. "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.