"Oh, but I am!" insisted the lad. "I believe it will do me good. But can't you ask Dr. Martin?"
They were saved the necessity of calling the physician up on the telephone for he drove past at that moment and Mr. Racer hailed him. The case was soon stated.
"I agree with you that it is a good thing to go after Andy and Frank," said the medical man. "As for taking Paul along—hum—well, I don't know."
"Oh, I'm all right, doctor," insisted the lad again.
"You certainly have gained much strength in the last few days," went on the physician. "If you take care of yourself perhaps it won't do you any harm. But don't exert yourself too much."
"No," promised Paul eagerly. Then, as he hurried to his room to get ready, Dr. Martin said to Mr. Racer in a low voice:
"I'm not so sure but what it won't be a good thing for him. He lost his memory in a storm, you know, and if there is a little blow out in the bay his mind may be restored again. We doctors don't know as much about the brain as we'd like to. It can't do any harm to try it, especially as you are going in a big, safe boat. Good luck to you."
Mrs. Racer parted with her husband and Paul rather tearfully. The signs of the storm increased as the two went down to the pier. Mr. Racer found his friend there, and Mr. Lacey readily agreed to the use of his boat.
"I'll pilot you to the island myself," he said generously, "and I'll tell the engineer and crew to make all the speed they can. We've got lots of gasolene, and I guess we can weather almost any blow that's due this time of year."
They were soon speeding away from the pier, and the sharp prow of the Norma was turned in the direction of Cliff Island. Clouds were rapidly gathering and there was an occasional muttering of thunder.