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“I’ll get it!” cried Andy, and he fairly ran out and back.

For a time it looked as if even the powerful current would be useless, but when the doctor turned it on full strength there was a convulsive shudder of the body. Then, suddenly the eyes opened, and the voice of the rescued lad murmured:

“It’s cold—the water—Oh! The gasolene tank! It will explode! I can’t get away now! I must jump!”

He raised himself in bed, but the doctor gently pressed him back.

“There, there now,” spoke the physician soothingly. “You are all right. Don’t worry. You’ll be all right.”

“He’s going to live,” said Andy softly.

Once more the tired eyes closed, and then opened again.

“Where—where am I?” asked the lad wildly.

He looked about the room in amazement, and once more tried to get out of bed, but was restrained.

“You’re with friends,” said Mrs. Racer softly. “You will be well taken care of.”

“What—what place is this?” gasped the lad.

“Harbor View,” replied Frank promptly. “Who are you?”

Eagerly they all leaned forward, for they wanted to solve the mystery of the identity of the rescued lad. He gazed at them all in turn. A half smile played about his face. Then he said weakly: