"We're doing pretty well," declared Andy, And indeed the Gull was skimming along at a rapid rate. She was quartering the wind, until a sudden lull in the gale came. They hung there for a moment or two, and the brothers looked anxiously at each other. Were they to be becalmed when it was so vitally necessary to get the stranger to a doctor immediately?
But once more the sail swelled out, and with joy the Racer boys noticed that the wind was now right astern and that they could run down to the dock on the wings of it, making an almost straight course.
"This is the stuff!" cried Frank, as he made a sort of pillow from some sail cloth for the sufferer's head.
"It sure is. We'll be there soon. You'd better get some of your clothes on before we land."
Frank slipped on his garments, over his wet underwear and trusted to the wind to dry him before reaching home.
"I wonder who he can be?" mused Andy. "He wears good clothes, and if he owns that wrecked motor boat he must have money, for it was a big one, and cost a lot."
"It sure did. Well, we may find out who he is when he comes to, after the doctor has seen him. We'll take him up to our house."
"Of course. There's no other place for him in Harbor View. We'll be at the dock in five minutes more."
The rest of the trip was quickly covered, and, a little later, the two brothers had run their craft right up to the float, made her fast and began lifting out the unconscious form of the lad they had saved.
"Avast there! What ye got?" cried the hearty voice of Captain Trent.
"Is he dead? Who is he?" He peered down over the pier railing.