“Fine! I like it.”
“But what about his other name?” asked Frank.
“Gale!” 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, pending 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 wrecked motor craft. But they could not locate it. Nor were their inquiries any more successful. Sailors and fishermen who went far out to sea were questioned but could give no trace of the wreck.