"Does the name 'Paul' mean anything to you?" asked Andy. "That's what the man called you before he thought."
"Paul—Paul," mused the lad. "No, it doesn't seem to be my name. Did he mention any other?"
"No, he cut himself off short. But what's the matter with us calling you Paul, until we find out your right name? It's a bit awkward to refer to you as 'he' or 'him' all the while. How does Paul suit you?"
"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.