“No, I’m afraid not. I think—yes, I can remember something more!” he suddenly cried. “I think I was once in a chase after that same man. Now that you boys speak of it my mind is a little clearer, but there is still that haze. I’m sure I was after that man for something that belonged to me or my father. And I remember something else!”
“What is it?” cried Andy eagerly.
“It has something to do with a doctor. My father is ill, or was ill, I can dimly recollect that. And I seem to see a nurse in a uniform, and—and—but it is all so hazy and blank!” and again the poor lad passed his hand over his aching head, in a vain endeavor to remember.
“There, never mind,” soothed Mrs. Racer. “That’s enough for to-night. My! how it rains! I’m glad you boys are not out in the storm.”
“Just the same, I wish we were after that man,” said Frank in a low voice.
For three days the storm continued, and with such violence that the Racer boys could not even go after their boat which they had left at Mardene.
Then, on the fourth day, the clouds broke and the sun shone. There was a brisk wind, and Frank proposed that they take a train and get the Gull, sailing her back to Harbor View.
“Before you go I wish you’d call at Captain Trent’s fish store, and get me some lobsters,” requested Mrs. Racer. “I want some for dinner to-night.”
“And Andy wants one for a leg bracelet,” added Frank with a laugh.
“Aw, cut it out!” begged his brother.