“I don’t know—I’ve met him,” said Frank, as he quickly turned to join his brother. Then he whispered to Andy: “Come away, I’ve got on the track of the mysterious man and the wrecked motor boat. I want to talk to you.”
Wonderingly, Andy followed. There was no need to stay and guard the whale, as Kett and his crowd were preparing to leave. Soon Andy had been told all that Frank had learned.
“What are you going to do?” asked the younger brother.
“We’ll go to Seabright the first thing in the morning. Maybe we can find the man there. I believe we’re on the right track. Let’s go and tell Paul.”
There was no little excitement in the Racer home when Andy and Frank arrived with their tale of the sea, the whale, and the quarrel about it. So interested were Mr. and Mrs. Racer that they did not chide their sons for their partial disobedience of orders. As for Paul, he leaned forward eagerly in the easy chair, listening to the tale of the brothers.
“Oh! If I would only get strong enough to go with you!” he exclaimed regretfully.
“Don’t worry, you will be strong soon,” said Mrs. Racer kindly.
“It was rather mean of us to go away and leave you all alone, momsey,” spoke Frank. “And Paul, too. But when Bob called us we just couldn’t resist.”
“I’ll forgive you,” said the mother. “I won my golf match after all, and perhaps if you had followed me over the links I might not have done so.”
“And I didn’t mind being left alone,” added Paul. “I’m so glad you got the whale.”