ort. I'll keep a
lookout for that man, and if I see or hear anything of him I'll let you
know. You're cottaging over Harbor View way; aren't you? I think I've
seen you there."

"Yes, we're the Racer boys," replied Frank, "and we'll be obliged to
you if you can put us on the track of this man. It isn't so much for
our sake, as that we want to find out who Paul Gale is."

"Paul Gale!" exclaimed Mr. Hedson "That's a good name for the lad found
as he was. Well, I'll do my best."

"Where to now?" asked Andy, as he followed his brother up the street.

"To the fertilizer factory. I think we can make a deal with them about
our whale better by talking than over the telephone."

"We ought to have some of Chet Sedley's fifteen cent perfume if we're
going up there," said Andy. "It smells worse than ten skunks on a wet
night."

"Oh, well, I guess we can stand it a little while."

The fertilizer factory, where fish, chiefly menhadden, were ground up
and treated, before being spread on farms and gardens to enrich them,
was not a very delightful place. The boys soon located the manager,
who had heard about their whale, and he made them a good offer for it,
agreeing to take the carcass away promptly.

Paul improved but slowly, and, as far as his mind was concerned, there
was no change. The past was an entire blank to him, and Dr. Martin, as
the days passed, shook his head in doubt.

"I'm afraid it's going to take a long time," he said.

"Have you given up hope, Doctor?" asked Mrs. Racer, as she followed him
from Paul's room.

"No, not entirely, but I'm disappointed that there is not a glimmer of
the past. Perhaps if he could see something or someone connected with
his former life it might produce a shock that would start the sluggish
brain cells to working. Otherwise I don't know what can be done."

Andy and Frank, in their goings to and fro about the bay in their
sailboat, kept a close watch for the mysterious man. But they did not
see him. Neither had Jim Hedson heard anything.

"I guess you'll have to give it up," said Paul one night, when, with
his chums and Mr. and Mrs. Racer, he was discussing the case. "You
better ship me off somewhere. I--I'm afraid I'm becoming a burden to
you."

"Not a bit of it!" cried Frank heartily. "Andy and I always wanted
another chum, an' now we've got him."

"Don't you feel strong enough to come for sail with us to-morrow?"
asked Andy.

"I think so," answered Paul.