"Have you given up hope, Doctor?" asked Mrs. Racer, as she followed him from Paul's room.
"No, not entirely, but I'm disappointed that there is not a glimmer of the past. Perhaps if he could see something or someone connected with his former life it might produce a shock that would start the sluggish brain cells to working. Otherwise I don't know what can be done."
Andy and Frank, in their goings to and fro about the bay in their sailboat, kept a close watch for the mysterious man. But they did not see him. Neither had Jim Hedson heard anything.
"I guess you'll have to give it up," said Paul one night, when, with his chums and Mr. and Mrs. Racer, he was discussing the case. "You better ship me off somewhere. I—I'm afraid I'm becoming a burden to you."
"Not a bit of it!" cried Frank heartily. "Andy and I always wanted another chum, an' now we've got him."
"Don't you feel strong enough to come for sail with us to-morrow?" asked Andy.
"I think so," answered Paul. "Dr. Martin said I could go for a walk to-morrow."
"Then we'll arrange for a sail," decided Frank. "It will do you lots of good."
"But mind, no chasing after whales, dead or alive!" stipulated Mr.
Racer, with a laugh.
"All right," agreed his sons.