y softly.

Once more the tired eyes closed, and then opened again.

"Where--where am I?" asked the lad wildly.

He looked about the room in amazement, and once more tried to get out
of bed, but was restrained.

"You're with friends," said Mrs. Racer softly. "You will be well taken
care of."

"What--what place is this?" gasped the lad.

"Harbor View," replied Frank promptly. "Who are you?"

Eagerly they all leaned forward, for they wanted to solve the mystery
of the identity of the rescued lad. He gazed at them all in turn. A
half smile played about his face. Then he said weakly:

"I am----"

He sank back upon the bed unconscious, his name unspoken.

CHAPTER V

SEEKING THE WRECK

For a moment there was silence in the room, and something like a
disappointed sigh came from Frank and his brother. Andy leaned over
the bed.

"Who are you?" he asked, placing his hand on the head of the lad.
"Can't you tell us who you are, or where you live? We want to help
you. How did you come to be in the boat alone? How did it get on
fire?"

There was no response.

"It is useless to question him," said Dr. Martin. "I will give him
some medicine, now that he is partially restored to consciousness, and
perhaps when he is stronger he can tell who he is. In the meanwhile it
will be best not to bother him."

The boys took this as a hint that they had better leave the room, so
the three of them filed silently out to permit of the physician and
Mrs. Racer continuing their efforts to bring the lad out of the stupor
into which he had fallen.

"It's a queer case," mused Frank.

"It sure is," agreed his brother. "I hope he doesn't die before we
find out who he is, or where he belongs."

"I hope he doesn't die at all," put in his brother quickly.

"Oh, of course," assented Frank. "So do I."

"Could you make out any name on the motor boat?" inquired Bob.

"Didn't have a chance," answered the older Racer lad. "Andy and I had
our hands full managing our boat, and, when I went overboard I had to
depend on Andy to pull that lad and me back. The sea was fierce and it
was blowing great guns. All I know is that it was a fine boat, and
it's a shame it was wrecked on the Shark's Teeth."

"She'll go to pieces if she stays there long," was Bob's opinion. "The
bottom will be pounded out of her and she'll go down."

"Your father was right about the storm coming up," said Frank, after a
pause. "I never saw it b