“Well, wouldn’t that frazzle you!” exclaimed Andy.
“It certainly is queer,” agreed his brother.
They stood looking down the beach after the figure of the strange man who had seemed to know the lad whom they had rescued from the sea, but who, on learning of his location, had shown a desire to get away without calling on the unfortunate youth.
Andy set out on a run.
“Here, where you going?” his brother demanded quickly.
“I’m going after that man, and make him tell what he knows!” declared the impulsive1 youth. “It’s a shame to let him get away in this fashion, just when we were on the verge2 of learning something,” Andy called back over his shoulder.
“You come right back here!” exclaimed the older lad, sprinting3 after his brother and catching4 him by the arm.
“But he’ll get away, and we’ll never solve the mystery!”
“That may be, but we can’t take this means of finding out. We don’t know who that man is. He may be a dangerous chap, who would make trouble if you interfered5 with him. You stay here.”
“But how are we ever going to find out, Frank?”
“If this boy is the one whom that man wants he’ll show his hand sooner or later. He was taken by surprise when he found that we had him, and he didn’t know what to say. But he won’t disappear altogether—not while the lad is with us. He’ll come around again. Now you stay with me.”
“All right,” assented6 Andy, but with no very good grace. “I’m going to holler after him, anyhow.”
Then, before Frank could stop him, had he been minded to do so, Andy raised his voice in a shout:
“Hey, where are you going? Don’t you want to send some word to that boy we rescued?”
The man turned half around, and for a moment Andy and Frank hoped he would come back. Instead he shouted something that sounded like:
“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 distressed7. “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,” mused8 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.
“Gale9!” 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 passed 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, pending10 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 wrecked11 motor craft. But they could not locate it. Nor were their inquiries13 any more successful. Sailors and fishermen who went far out to sea were questioned but could give no trace of the wreck12.
“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 wagon15 with soft clams16, which he had just dug.
As Bob tossed in shovelful19 after shovelful of the bivalves, the two Racer boys saw approaching the vehicle a youth of about their own age but of entirely20 different appearance. For, whereas the Racer boys dressed well they made no pretense21 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 lobster14; 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 cane22, which he swung jauntily23.
As Chet passed the clam17 wagon, manned by Bob, who was dressed in his oldest garments, as befitted his occupation, one of the bivalves slipped from the shovel18, 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,” sneered24 Chet, whose parents were in humble25 circumstances, not at all in keeping with his dress. In fact, though Chet thought himself very stylish26, it was a “style” affected27 only by the very vain, and was several years behind the season at that.
“You’re a joke yourself,” murmured Frank. “It wasn’t Bob’s fault that the clam fell on you, Chet,” he added in louder tones.
“Why not, I’d like to know?”
“Because you are so brilliant in those togs that you blinded his eyes, and he couldn’t see to shovel straight; eh, Bob?”
“I—I guess that’s it. I didn’t mean to,” murmured Bob.
“Well, you’ll pay for having my shoes shined just the same,” snapped Chet, as he restored his handkerchief to his pocket with a grand flourish.
“Whew! What’s that smell?” cried Andy, pretending to be horrified28. “I didn’t know you could smell the fish fertilizer factory when the wind was in this direction.”
“Me either,” added Frank, entering into the joke. “It sure is an awful smell. Whew!”
“I—I don’t smell anything,” said Chet, blankly.
“Maybe it’s your handkerchief,” went on Andy. “Give us a whiff,” and before the dude could stop him the younger Racer boy had snatched it from his pocket. “Whew! Yes, this is it!” he cried, holding his nose as he handed the gaudy29 linen30 back. “How did it happen, Chet? Did you drop it somewhere? It’s awful!” and he pretended to stagger back. “Better have it disinfected.”
“That smell! On my handkerchief!” fairly roared Chet. “That’s the best perfumery they have at Davidson’s Emporium. I paid fifteen cents a bottle for it. Give me my handkerchief.”
“Fifteen cents a bottle?” cried Andy. “Say, you got badly stuck all right! Fifteen cents! Whew! Get on the other side, where the wind doesn’t blow, please, Chet.”
“Oh, you fellows think you are mighty31 funny,” sneered the dude. “I’ll get even with you yet. Are you going to pay for shining my shoes, Bob?”
“I—er—” began the captain’s son.
“Sit down and let’s talk it over,” suggested Andy, as he flopped32 down on the sand. “Have a chair, Chet. You must be tired standing,” he went on.
“What? Sit there with—with my good clothes on?” demanded the dude in accents of horror. “Never!”
“A clam might bite you, of course. I forgot that,” continued the fun-loving Andy. Then, as Chet continued to face Bob, and make demands on him for the price of having his tan shoes polished, the younger Racer lad conceived another scheme.
In accordance with what he thought were the dictates33 of “fashion,” Chet wore his trousers very much turned up at the bottoms. They formed a sort of “pockets,” and these pockets Andy industriously34 proceeded to fill with sand. Soon both trouser legs bulged35 with the white particles.
“Well, are you going to pay me?” demanded Chet of Bob finally.
“I—I didn’t mean to do it, and I haven’t any change to pay you now,” said the captain’s son.
“Pay him in clams,” suggested Frank.
“No, I want the money,” insisted the dude. He took a step after Bob, who walked around to get on the seat of the wagon. At his first movement Chet was made aware of the sand in the bottoms of his trousers.
The dude looked down, half frightened. Then he made a leap forward. The sand was scattered36 all about, a good portion of it going into the low shoes Chet wore. This filled them so that they were hard to walk in, and the next moment the stylishly37 dressed youth lurched, stepped into a hollow, and fell flat on the sand, his slender cane breaking off short at the handle as it caught between his legs.
“Come here and I’ll pick you up!” shouted Andy, who had scrambled38 away as he saw Chet start out.
“You—you—who did this? Who pushed me?” stammered39 Chet, as he got up spluttering, for some sand had gotten in his mouth. “I’ll have revenge for this—on some one! Who knocked me down?”
“It was the strong perfumery on your handkerchief,” suggested Andy. “It went to your head, Chet.”
“It was you, Bob Trent; you did it!” yelled the dude, making a rush for the captain’s son. “I’ll give you a thrashing for this!”
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