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“He must have gotten burned trying to put out the fire on the boat,” commented Frank. “But, Dr. Martin, did you learn anything about him? What’s his name? Where does he belong? What was he doing near the Shark’s Teeth in a gale?”

“I can’t answer any of your questions,” replied the physician gravely. “I asked the lad who he was, thinking that his people would be worried, and that I might be able to send some word to them. But, though he was fully in his senses, and seemed to realize what he had gone through, I couldn’t get a word out of him about his name.

“When I asked him, as I did several times, and as also did your mother, he would begin, ‘I am—’ Then he would stop, pass his hand across his forehead, and look puzzled. He did this a number of times, and it seemed to pain him to try to think. So I gave it up.”

“How do you account for that?” asked Andy.

“Well, the fright and injuries he received may have caused a temporary loss of memory,” replied the doctor. “Or there may be some injury to the brain. I can’t decide yet. But I’ll look in again this evening. He’ll be much improved by then, I am sure.”