And he was, for his condition grew rapidly better after that. The finding of the important papers, without which much of his fortune would have gone to Shallock, no doubt aided in Mr. Bartlett’s return to health.
“I should like to meet those brave Racer boys who aided you so much, Paul,” said his father one day. “How would it do for you and me to take a trip to Harbor View?”
“Just the thing, dad!” exclaimed the boy, and thither they went. That Frank and Andy were glad to see their chum once more goes without saying, and in the repaired motor boat they went to the island where Frank and Andy had undergone such an experience, visiting the cave where the lads had been held prisoners.
Paul and his father remained at Harbor View for some weeks, and then business called Mr. Bartlett away. He left, promising to see his friends again soon.
“Come on,” called Andy to Frank one day, “I’ve just thought of a fine trick to play on Chet Sedley.”
“Not for mine!” exclaimed Frank. “I’ve had enough of your tricks for a while. I’m going fishing. We haven’t much more time at the beach, as it will soon be time to go back to New York.”
“And then for boarding school,” exclaimed Andy, turning a handspring. “I heard dad talking to mother about it. Say! Maybe we won’t have sport!”
“If we don’t, it won’t be your fault,” spoke Frank.
Then he and his brother went for a run in the Swallow; and here we will take leave of them for a time.
THE END