“And we may get your motor boat, and find out who that strange man is,” said Frank.
“Now go slowly,” advised Mr. Racer. “I don’t want you boys getting into trouble and danger. I think I had better attend to this matter myself, only I can’t very well stay away from the office to-morrow.”
“Oh, we can do the work all right,” declared Frank. “We’ll go in our sailboat, it won’t take us long. Perhaps Paul will be strong enough to come along.”
“I wish I was,” and the invalid shook his head. “But somehow I don’t feel so well to-night.”
“Then we must have Dr. Martin look at you,” decided Mr. Racer, and, in spite of Paul’s protests the physician was summoned by telephone.
“It is nothing,” he said after examining Paul. “He exerted himself a little too much to-day. He must be quiet for a couple of weeks yet and he’ll be all right”
“Then that means no trip for you to-morrow,” said Mrs. Racer kindly. “Never mind, I’ll amuse you while the boys are away pretending they are detectives,” and she smiled at Paul.
It was about nine o’clock when Frank happened to remember that he had left aboard their sloop Gull a book of adventures in which he was much interested.
“I’m going down and get it,” he announced. “I won’t be long.”
“I’ll go with you,” offered Andy, and the two started off toward the mooring place, which was near the big public pier. The boys kept a light skiff tied to the float and in this way they used to row out to the sailboat.