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Wirt + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Swamp Island + +Author: Mildred A. Wirt + +Release Date: January 26, 2011 [EBook #35083] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SWAMP ISLAND *** + + + + +Produced by Stephen Hutcheson, Charlie Howard, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div id="cover" class="img"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Swamp Island" width="385" height="500" /> +</div> +<div class="box"> +<h1>Swamp +<br />Island</h1> +<p class="center"><i>By</i> +<br />MILDRED A. WIRT</p> +<p class="center"><i>Author of</i> +<br /><span class="small">MILDRED A. WIRT MYSTERY STORIES +<br />TRAILER STORIES FOR GIRLS</span></p> +<p class="center"><span class="small"><i>Illustrated</i></span></p> +<p class="center"><span class="small">CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY +<br /><i>Publishers</i> +<br />NEW YORK</span></p> +</div> +<div class="box"> +<div class="subbox"> +<p class="center"><span class="large"><b>PENNY PARKER</b></span> +<br />MYSTERY STORIES</p> +<p class="center"><span class="small"><i>Large 12 mo. <span class="gsw">Cloth</span> <span class="gsw">Illustrated</span></i></span></p> +</div> +<p class="center">TALE OF THE WITCH DOLL +<br />THE VANISHING HOUSEBOAT +<br />DANGER AT THE DRAWBRIDGE +<br />BEHIND THE GREEN DOOR +<br />CLUE OF THE SILKEN LADDER +<br />THE SECRET PACT +<br />THE CLOCK STRIKES THIRTEEN +<br />THE WISHING WELL +<br />SABOTEURS ON THE RIVER +<br />GHOST BEYOND THE GATE +<br />HOOFBEATS ON THE TURNPIKE +<br />VOICE FROM THE CAVE +<br />GUILT OF THE BRASS THIEVES +<br />SIGNAL IN THE DARK +<br />WHISPERING WALLS +<br />SWAMP ISLAND +<br />THE CRY AT MIDNIGHT</p> +<div class="subbox"> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">COPYRIGHT, 1947, BY CUPPLES AND LEON CO.</span></p> +<p class="center">Swamp Island</p> +<p class="center"><span class="smaller">PRINTED IN U. S. A.</span></p> +</div></div> +<div id="front" class="img"> +<img src="images/front.png" alt="The boar had turned and was coming for her again." width="400" height="623" /> +<p class="center"><span class="small">The boar had turned and was coming for her again. +<br />“<i>Swamp Island</i>” <span class="gsw">(<a href="#Page_127">See Page 127</a>)</span></span></p> +</div> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt class="smaller"><span class="lj">CHAPTER</span> PAGE</dt> +<dt><a href="#c1">1 THE BEARDED STRANGER</a> <i>1</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c2">2 ALERTING ALL CARS</a> <i>7</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c3">3 UNFINISHED BUSINESS</a> <i>16</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c4">4 A TRAFFIC ACCIDENT</a> <i>25</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c5">5 THE RED STAIN</a> <i>33</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c6">6 AMBULANCE CALL</a> <i>42</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c7">7 AN EMPTY BED</a> <i>50</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c8">8 IN SEARCH OF JERRY</a> <i>58</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c9">9 THE WIDOW JONES</a> <i>64</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c10">10 INSIDE THE WOODSHED</a> <i>73</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c11">11 AN ABANDONED CAR</a> <i>81</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c12">12 A JOB FOR PENNY</a> <i>91</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c13">13 INTO THE SWAMP</a> <i>100</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c14">14 A CODE MESSAGE</a> <i>107</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c15">15 BEYOND THE BOARDWALK</a> <i>113</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c16">16 TREED BY A BOAR</a> <i>121</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c17">17 RESCUE</a> <i>128</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c18">18 WANTED—A GUIDE</a> <i>136</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c19">19 PENNY’S PLAN</a> <i>146</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c20">20 TRAILING HOD HAWKINS</a> <i>153</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c21">21 THE TUNNEL OF LEAVES</a> <i>160</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c22">22 HELP FROM TONY</a> <i>166</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c23">23 LOST IN THE HYACINTHS</a> <i>175</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c24">24 UNDER THE FENCE POST</a> <i>183</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c25">25 OUTWITTED</a> <i>192</i></dt> +</dl> +<div class="pb" id="Page_1">[1]</div> +<h2 id="c1"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">1</span> +<br /><i>THE BEARDED STRANGER</i></h2> +<p>With slow, smooth strokes, Penny Parker sent +the flat-bottomed skiff cutting through the still, sluggish +water toward a small point of wooded land near +the swamp’s edge.</p> +<p>In the bottom of the boat, her dark-haired companion, +Louise Sidell, sat with her hand resting carelessly +on the collar of her dog, Bones, who drowsed +beside her. The girl yawned and shifted cramped +limbs.</p> +<p>“Let’s go home, Penny,” she pleaded. “We have all +the flowers you’ll need to decorate the banquet tables +tonight.”</p> +<p>“But not all I want,” Penny corrected with a grin. +“See those beautiful Cherokee roses growing over +there on the island point? They’re nicer than anything +we have.”</p> +<p>“Also harder to get.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_2">[2]</div> +<p>Louise craned her neck to gaze at the wild, tangled +growth which rose densely from the water’s edge.</p> +<p>“Remember,” she admonished, “when Trapper Joe +rented us this boat his last words were: ‘Don’t go far, +and stay in the skiff.’”</p> +<p>“After we gather the flowers, we’ll start straight +home, Lou. We’re too near the edge of the swamp to +lose our way.”</p> +<p>Disregarding Louise’s frown, Penny tossed a lock +of auburn hair out of her eyes, and dug in again with +the oars.</p> +<p>A giant crane, disturbed by the splash, flapped up +from the tall water grass. As he trumpeted angrily, +Bones stirred and scrambled to his feet.</p> +<p>“Quiet, Bones!” Louise ordered, giving him a reassuring +pat. “It’s only a saucy old crane.”</p> +<p>The dog stretched out on the decking again, but +through half-closed eyes watched the bird in flight.</p> +<p>“Lou, hasn’t it been fun, coming here today?” +Penny demanded in a sudden outbreak of enthusiasm. +“I’ve loved every minute of it!”</p> +<p>“You certainly have! But it’s getting late and +we’re both hot and tired. If you must have those flowers, +let’s get them quickly and start home.”</p> +<p>The two girls, students at Riverview high school, +had rented the skiff early that afternoon from Trapper +Joe Scoville, a swamper who lived alone in a shack +at the swamp’s edge.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_3">[3]</div> +<p>For three hours now, they had idled along the entrance +channel, gathering water lilies, late-blooming +Cherokee roses, yellow jessamine, and iris.</p> +<p>The excursion had been entirely Penny’s idea. +That night in a Riverview hotel, her father, Anthony +Parker, publisher of the <i>Riverview Star</i>, was acting +as host to a state newspapermen’s convention. He had +handed Penny twenty dollars, with instructions to buy +flowers for the banquet tables.</p> +<p>Penny, with her usual flare for doing things differently, +had decided to save the money by gathering +swamp blooms.</p> +<p>“These flowers are nicer than anything we could +have bought from a florist,” she declared, gazing appreciatively +at the mass of blooms which dripped +water in the basket at her feet.</p> +<p>“And think what you can do with twenty dollars!” +her chum teased.</p> +<p>“Seventeen. Remember, we owe Trapper Joe +three dollars for boat rental.”</p> +<p>“It will be four if we don’t call it a day. Let’s get +the flowers, if we must, and start home.”</p> +<p>“Fair enough,” Penny agreed.</p> +<p>Squinting at the lowering sun, she guided the skiff +to a point of the low-lying island. There she held it +steady while her chum stepped out on the spongy +ground.</p> +<p>Bones, eager to explore, leaped after her and was +off in a flash before Louise could seize his collar.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_4">[4]</div> +<p>Penny followed her chum ashore, beaching her +skiff in a clump of water plants. “This place looks +like a natural haunt for cottonmouths or moccasins,” +she remarked. “We’ll have to watch out for snakes.”</p> +<p>Already Louise was edging along in the soft muck, +alertly keeping an eye upon all overhead limbs from +which a poisonous reptile might drop.</p> +<p>Annoyed by thorny bushes which teethed into her +jacket, she turned to protest to Penny that the roses +were not worth the trouble it would take to gather +them.</p> +<p>But the words never were spoken.</p> +<p>For just then, from some distance inland, came the +sound of men’s voices. Louise listened a moment and +retreated toward the boat.</p> +<p>“Someone is here on the island,” she whispered +nervously. “Let’s leave!”</p> +<p>All afternoon the girls had floated through the +outer reaches of the swamp without seeing a single human +being. Now to hear voices in this isolated area +was slightly unnerving even to Penny. But she was +not one to turn tail and run without good reason.</p> +<p>“Why should we leave?” she countered, careful to +keep her voice low. “We have a perfect right to be +here. They’re probably fishermen from Riverview.”</p> +<p>Louise was not so easily reassured.</p> +<p>“We have all the flowers you need, Penny. Please, +let’s go!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_5">[5]</div> +<p>“You wait for me in the boat, Lou. I’ll slip over to +the bank and get the roses. Only take a minute.”</p> +<p>Stepping carefully across a half-decayed log, Penny +started toward the roses, visible on a bank farther up +shore.</p> +<p>Bones trotted a few feet ahead of her, his sensitive +nose to the ground.</p> +<p>“Go back, Bones,” Penny ordered softly. “Stay +with Louise!”</p> +<p>Bones did not obey. As Penny overtook him and +seized the trailing leash, she suddenly heard voices +again.</p> +<p>Two men were talking several yards away, completely +hidden by the bushes. Their words brought +her up short.</p> +<p>“There hain’t no reason to be afeared if we use our +heads,” the one was saying. “Maybe me and the boys +will help if ye make it worth our while, but we hain’t +aimin’ to tangle with no law.”</p> +<p>The voice of the man who answered was low and +husky.</p> +<p>“You’ll help me all right, or I’ll tell what I know! +Only one thing brought me back here. I aim to get +the guy who put me up! I was in town last night but +didn’t get sight of him. I’m going back soon’s I leave +here.”</p> +<p>Penny had been listening so intently that she completely +forgot Bones.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_6">[6]</div> +<p>The dog tugged hard at the leash which slipped +from the girl’s hand. She scrambled for it, only to +have Bones elude her and dart into the underbrush.</p> +<p>From the boat, Louise saw her pet escaping. Fearful +that he would be lost, she called shrilly: +“Bones! Bones! Come back here!”</p> +<p>The dog paid no heed. But Louise’s cry had carried +far and served to warn those inland that someone +had landed on the point.</p> +<p>A moment of dead silence ensued. Then Penny +heard one of the men demand sharply: “What was +that?”</p> +<p>Waiting for no more, she backtracked toward the +boat. Before she could reach it, the bushes behind +her parted.</p> +<p>A tall, square-shouldered man whose jaw was covered +with a jungle growth of red beard, peered out at +her. He wore a wide-brimmed, floppy, felt hat and +loose fitting work clothes with sturdy boots.</p> +<p>His eyes, fierce and hostile, fastened directly upon +Penny.</p> +<p>“Git!” he said harshly.</p> +<p>Penny retreated a step, then held her ground.</p> +<p>“Please, sir, our dog is lost in the underbrush,” she +began. “We can’t leave without him—”</p> +<p>“Git!” the man repeated. As he started toward +her, Penny saw that he carried a gun in the crook of +his arm.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_7">[7]</div> +<h2 id="c2"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">2</span> +<br /><i>ALERTING ALL CARS</i></h2> +<p>Penny was no coward; neither was she foolhardy.</p> +<p>A second look at the bearded stranger, and her mind +telegraphed the warning: “This man means business! +Better play along.”</p> +<p>The man fingered his gun. “Git goin’ now!” he +ordered sharply. “And don’t come back!”</p> +<p>In the boat, Louise already had reached nervously +for the oars. She wet her fingers and whistled for +Bones, but the dog, off on a fascinating scent, had +been completely swallowed up by the rank undergrowth.</p> +<p>“Ye heard me?” the stranger demanded. “I be a +patient man, but I hain’t speakin’ agin.”</p> +<p>Penny hesitated, half tempted to defy the swamper.</p> +<p>“Let Bones go,” Louise called. “Come on.”</p> +<p>Thus urged, Penny backed toward the skiff. Stumbling +over a vine, she caught her balance and scrambled +awkwardly into the boat.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_8">[8]</div> +<p>Louise pushed off with the oars, stroking fast until +they were well out into the channel. Only then did +she give vent to anger.</p> +<p>“That mean man! Now we’ve lost Bones for good. +We’ll never get him back.”</p> +<p>“Maybe we will.”</p> +<p>“How? We’ll never dare row back there today. +He’s still watching us.”</p> +<p>Penny nodded, knowing that anything she might +say would carry clearly over the water.</p> +<p>The stranger had not moved since the skiff had +pulled away. Like a grim statue, he stood in the +shadow of a towering oak, gazing straight before him.</p> +<p>“Who does he think he is anyhow?” Louise demanded, +becoming bolder as they put greater distance +between themselves and the island. “Does he own +this swamp?”</p> +<p>“He seems to think he does—or at least this section +of it. Don’t feel too badly about Bones, Lou. We’ll +come back tomorrow and find him.”</p> +<p>“Tomorrow may be too late. He’ll be hopelessly +lost, or maybe that man will shoot him! Oh, Penny, +Bones was such a cute little dog. He always brought +me the morning paper, and he knew so many clever +tricks.”</p> +<p>“It was all my fault for insisting upon landing there. +Lou, I feel awful.”</p> +<p>“You needn’t.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_9">[9]</div> +<p>Louise forced herself into a cheerful tone. “Maybe +we’ll find him again or he’ll come home. If not—well—” +her voice broke.</p> +<p>Both girls fell into a gloomy silence. Water swished +gently against the skiff as Louise sent it forward with +vicious stabs of the oars.</p> +<p>With growing distaste, Penny eyed the mass of +flowers in the bottom of the boat. Already the blooms +were wilting.</p> +<p>“I wish we never had come to the swamp today, +Lou. It was a bum idea.”</p> +<p>“No, we had a good time until we met that man. +Please, Penny, it wasn’t your fault.”</p> +<p>Penny drew up her knees for a chin rest and gloomily +watched her chum row. A big fish broke the +surface of the still water. Across the channel, the sun +had become a low-hanging, fiery-red disc. But Penny +focused her eyes on the receding island.</p> +<p>“Lou,” she said, “there were two men on the point. +Did you hear what they were saying?”</p> +<p>“No, only a murmur of voices.”</p> +<p>Her curiosity aroused, Louise waited patiently for +more information. Penny plucked at a floating hyacinth +plant and then added:</p> +<p>“I can’t quite dope it out, Lou. One of those men +seemed to be asking the other to hide him, and there +was talk of evading the law—also a threat to ‘get’ +someone.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_10">[10]</div> +<p>“Us probably.”</p> +<p>“No, until you called Bones, they apparently didn’t +know anyone was around. Who could those men +be?”</p> +<p>“Crooks, I’ll bet,” Louise said grimly. “Thank +goodness, we’re almost out of the swamp now. I can +see the clearing ahead and a little tumbledown house +and barn.”</p> +<p>“Not Trapper Joe’s place?” Penny asked, straightening +up to look.</p> +<p>The skiff had swung into faster water.</p> +<p>“We’re not that far yet,” Louise replied as she +rested on the oars a moment. “Don’t you remember—it’s +a house we passed just after we rented the boat.”</p> +<p>“So it is. My mind is only hitting on half its cylinders +today. Anyway, we’re out of the swamp. Let’s +pull up and ask for a drink of cool water.”</p> +<p>With a sigh of relief, Louise guided the skiff to a +sagging, make-shift dock close to the farmhouse.</p> +<p>Some distance back from the river, enclosed by a +broken fence, stood an unpainted, two-story frame +house.</p> +<p>Beyond the woodshed rose a barn, its roof shingles +badly curled. At the pump near the house, a middle-aged +woman in loose-fitting faded blue dress, vigorously +scrubbed a copper wash boiler.</p> +<p>She straightened quickly as the skiff grated against +the dock.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_11">[11]</div> +<p>“Howdy,” she greeted the girls at their approach. +Her tone lacked cordiality.</p> +<p>“Good afternoon,” said Penny. “May we have a +drink at the pump?”</p> +<p>“Help yourself.”</p> +<p>The woman jerked a gnarled hand toward a gourd +cup attached to the pump with a string. She studied +the girls intently, almost suspiciously.</p> +<p>Louise and Penny drank only a few sips, for the +water was warm and of unpleasant taste.</p> +<p>“You’uns be strangers hereabouts,” the woman observed.</p> +<p>“Yes, we come from Riverview,” Penny replied.</p> +<p>“You hain’t been in the swamp?”</p> +<p>“Why, yes,” answered Louise, eager to relate details +of their adventure. “We gathered flowers, and +then met a horrid man with red whiskers! He drove +us away from the island before I could get my dog.”</p> +<p>The woman gazed at the girls in an odd way.</p> +<p>“Sarved you’uns right to be driv off,” she said in a +grim voice. “The swamp’s no place fer young gals. +You might o’ been et by a beast or bit by a snake.”</p> +<p>“I don’t believe the man we saw was much worried +about that,” Penny said dryly. “I wonder who he +was?”</p> +<p>The farm woman shrugged and began to scour +the copper boiler again. After a moment she looked +up, fixing Penny with a stern and unfriendly eye.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_12">[12]</div> +<p>“Let me give you a pocketful o’ advice,” she said. +“Don’t fret that purty head o’ yourn about the swamp. +And don’t go pokin’ yer nose into what ain’t none o’ +your consarn. If I was you, I wouldn’t come back. +These here parts ain’t none too health fer strangers, +even young ’uns.”</p> +<p>“But I want my dog,” Louise insisted. “He’s lost +on the island.”</p> +<p>“Hain’t likely you’ll ever see that dawg agin. And +if you know what’s good ’n smart, you’uns won’t go +back there agin.”</p> +<p>Having delivered herself of this advice, the woman +turned her back and went on with her work. Made +increasingly aware of her hostility, Penny and Louise +said goodbye and returned to the skiff.</p> +<p>As they shoved off, they could see that the woman +was watching them.</p> +<p>“We’re certainly popular today,” Penny remarked +when the skiff had floated on toward Trapper Joe’s +rental dock. “My, was she a sour pickle!”</p> +<p>Ten minutes later, as the girls brought up at Trapper +Joe’s place, they saw the lean old swamper standing +near the dock, skinning a rabbit. His leathery, +weather-beaten face crinkled into smiles.</p> +<p>“Sure am glad yer back safe an sound,” he greeted +them cheerfully. “After I let you take the skiff I got +to worryin’ fer fear you’d go too fur and git lost. +’Pears like you had good sense after all.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_13">[13]</div> +<p>“The only thing we lost was my dog,” Louise declared, +stepping out on the dock. “Bones is gone for +good, I guess.”</p> +<p>She quickly told the old trapper what had happened +on the island. He listened attentively, making no +comment until she had finished.</p> +<p>“’Pears like you must have run afoul of Ezekiel +Hawkins,” he said then. “Leastwise, he’s the only +one hereabouts with a grizzly red beard.”</p> +<p>“Is he a crook or a fugitive from the law?” Penny +demanded.</p> +<p>“Not that nobody ever heard of. Ezekiel and his +two boys, Hod and Coon, tend purty much to their +own business. But they don’t go fer strangers hangin’ +around.”</p> +<p>“And do they own the island?”</p> +<p>“Not an inch of it—all that swamp’s government +land. Can’t figure why, if ’twas Ezekiel, he’d drive +you away from there. Unless—”</p> +<p>“Unless what?” Penny asked as the trapper fell +silent.</p> +<p>“Jest a’thinkin’. Well, I’ll keep an eye out fer the +dog and maybe have a talk with Ezekiel.”</p> +<p>Penny and Louise thanked the swamper and paid +him for use of the boat. Gathering up the flowers +they had picked, they started toward the road where +they had parked Penny’s coupe.</p> +<p>The trapper walked with them to the front gate.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_14">[14]</div> +<p>“By the way,” Penny remarked, “who is the woman +on the farm just above here?”</p> +<p>“At the edge of the swamp? That’s the Ezekiel +Hawkins’ place.”</p> +<p>“Not the farm of that bearded man we met today!”</p> +<p>“Reckon so.”</p> +<p>“We stopped there for a drink and talked to a tall, +dark-haired woman. She was rather short with us.”</p> +<p>“That would be Manthy, Ezekiel’s wife. She’s +sharp-tongued, Manthy is, and not too friendly. +Works hard slavin’ and cookin’ fer them two no-good +boys of hers.”</p> +<p>Penny and Louise asked no more questions, but +again saying goodbye to Trapper Joe, went on down +the dusty road.</p> +<p>Once they were beyond earshot, Penny observed: +“What a joke on us, Lou! There we were, complaining +to Mrs. Hawkins about her own husband! No +wonder she was short with us.”</p> +<p>“We had good reason to complain.”</p> +<p>“Yes we did,” Penny soberly agreed. “Of course, +we can’t be dead certain the bearded man was Ezekiel +Hawkins. But Manthy did act unpleasant about it.”</p> +<p>“If it weren’t for Bones, I’d never set foot near this +place again! Oh, I hope he finds his way home.”</p> +<p>The girls had reached Penny’s car, parked just off +the sideroad. A clock on the dashboard warned them +it was after five o’clock.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_15">[15]</div> +<p>“Jeepers!” Penny exclaimed, snapping on the ignition. +“I’ll have to step on it to get dressed in time for +the banquet! And I still have the tables to decorate!”</p> +<p>A fast drive over the bumpy sideroad brought the +girls to the main paved highway. Much later, as they +neared Riverview, Penny absently switched on the +shortwave radio.</p> +<p>A number of routine police calls came through. +Then the girls were startled to hear the dispatcher at +headquarters say:</p> +<p>“Attention all scout cars! Be on the alert for +escaped convict, Danny Deevers alias Spike Devons. +Five-feet nine, blue eyes, brown hair. Last seen in +state prison uniform. Believed heading for Riverview.”</p> +<p>“Danny Deevers!” Penny whispered, and quickly +turned the volume control. “I repeat,” boomed the +dispatcher’s voice. “Be on lookout for Danny Deevers, +a dangerous escaped criminal. Believed heading +this way.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_16">[16]</div> +<h2 id="c3"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">3</span> +<br /><i>UNFINISHED BUSINESS</i></h2> +<p>“Did you hear that?” Penny demanded of her chum +as the police dispatcher went off the air. “Danny +Deevers has escaped!”</p> +<p>The name rang no bell in Louise’s memory.</p> +<p>“And who is Danny Deevers?” she inquired. +“Anyone you know?”</p> +<p>“Not exactly. But Jerry Livingston has good reason +to remember him.”</p> +<p>“Jerry Livingston? That reporter you like so +well?”</p> +<p>A quick grin brought confession from Penny. +“Jerry is only one of my friends,” she said. “But it’s +a known fact he’s better looking and smarter than all +the other <i>Star</i> reporters put together.”</p> +<p>“It’s a fact known to <i>you</i>,” teased her chum. +“Well, what about this escaped convict, Danny +Deevers?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_17">[17]</div> +<p>Penny stopped for a red light. As it changed to +green she replied:</p> +<p>“Don’t you recall a series of stories Jerry wrote in +our paper nearly a year ago? They exposed shortages +which developed at the Third Federal Loan Bank. +Jerry dug up a lot of evidence, and the result was, +thefts were pinned on Danny Deevers. He was convicted +and sent to the penitentiary for twenty years.”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, now I remember.”</p> +<p>“At the time of his conviction, Deevers threatened +if ever he went free, he would get even with Jerry.”</p> +<p>“And now he’s on the loose!”</p> +<p>“Not only that, but heading for Riverview, according +to the police.”</p> +<p>“You don’t think he’d dare try to carry out his +threat?”</p> +<p>Penny frowned and swerved to avoid hitting a cat +which scuttled across the highway.</p> +<p>“Who knows, Lou? The police evidently are hot +on Deevers’ trail, but if they don’t get him, he may +try to seek revenge. It’s odd he turns up today—and +those men talking in the swamp—”</p> +<p>Louise’s eyes opened wide. “Penny, you don’t +think Danny Deevers could have taken refuge in the +swamp!”</p> +<p>“It’s possible. Wouldn’t it be a good hideout?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_18">[18]</div> +<p>“Only for a very courageous person,” Louise shivered. +“At night, all sorts of wild animals must prowl +about. And one easily could be bitten by a poisonous +snake and could die before help came.”</p> +<p>“I’m not saying Danny Deevers was on the island +today, Lou. But it’s a thought. Maybe I’ll pass it on +to the police.”</p> +<p>Penny fell into thoughtful silence as she reflected +upon the strange snatch of conversation she had overheard +between the two men in the underbrush. Had +the bearded stranger really been Ezekiel Hawkins, and +if so, with whom had he talked? The chance that +the second man might have been Danny Deevers +seemed slim, but it was a possibility.</p> +<p>When the car finally reached Riverview, Penny +dropped Louise at the Sidell home and drove on to +her own residence.</p> +<p>As she entered her own house, Mrs. Weems, the +Parker family housekeeper, met the girl in the living +room archway.</p> +<p>“Oh, Penny, where have you been!” she exclaimed. +“Your father has telephoned twice. He’s waiting for +you now at the newspaper office.”</p> +<p>“Do telephone him I’m practically on my way,” +Penny pleaded. “I’ll grab a bath, dress, and be out of +here in two shakes.”</p> +<p>Midway up the stairs, the girl already had stripped +off her sports shirt.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_19">[19]</div> +<p>“I’ll call your father,” Mrs. Weems agreed, “but +please, after this, pay more heed to time. You know +how much the success of tonight’s newspaper convention +means to your father.”</p> +<p>Penny’s mumbled reply was blotted out by the slam +of the bathroom door. The shower began to run +full blast.</p> +<p>With a sigh, Mrs. Weems went to telephone Mr. +Parker at the <i>Riverview Star</i> office.</p> +<p>For several years now, the housekeeper had efficiently +supervised the motherless Parker home. She +loved Penny, an only child, as her own, but there were +times when she felt the girl was allowed too much +freedom by an indulgent father.</p> +<p>Penny’s active, alert mind was a never-ending source +of amazement to Mrs. Weems. She had not entirely +approved when Mr. Parker allowed the girl to spend +her summers working as a reporter on the newspaper +he owned.</p> +<p>Nevertheless, the housekeeper had been very proud +because Penny had proved her ability. Not only had +the girl written many fine stories which brought recognition, +but also she had demonstrated a true “nose +for news.”</p> +<p>One of Penny’s first lessons learned on the <i>Star</i> was +that a deadline must always be met. Knowing now +that she dared not be late, she hurriedly brushed her +hair and wriggled into a long, full-skirted evening +dress.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_20">[20]</div> +<p>Almost before Mrs. Weems had completed the telephone +call, she was downstairs again searching frantically +for a beaded bag and gloves.</p> +<p>“Here they are, on the table,” the housekeeper said. +“Your father said he would wait just fifteen minutes.”</p> +<p>“That’s all I need, if the lights are green,” Penny +flung over her shoulder, as she ran to the parked car. +“See you later, Mrs. Weems!”</p> +<p>Leaving an exhausted housekeeper behind, the girl +made a quick trip to the downtown newspaper office.</p> +<p>As she reached the building, newsboys were on the +streets crying the first edition, just off the press.</p> +<p>Upstairs, in the newsroom, reporters were relaxing +at their desks, taking a few minutes’ “breather” between +editions.</p> +<p>Swinging through the entrance gate, Penny created +a slight stir. At one of the desks under a neon light, +Jerry Livingston, pencil behind one ear and hair +slightly rumpled, tapped aimlessly at the keys of a +typewriter. His quick eye appreciatively took in the +long flowing skirt and the high heeled slippers.</p> +<p>“Well, if it isn’t our little glamor girl!” he teased. +“Cinderella ready for the ball!”</p> +<p>At another time, Penny would have paused to chat. +Now she flashed a quick smile and clicked on toward +the city desk.</p> +<p>Editor DeWitt, a quick-tempered, paunchy man of +middle-age stood talking to her father, who looked +more than ever distinguished in a new gray suit.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_21">[21]</div> +<p>“Here she comes now,” Mr. DeWitt said as Penny +approached. “Your daughter never missed a deadline +yet, Mr. Parker.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps not,” the publisher admitted, “but it always +gives me heart failure, figuring she will.”</p> +<p>“Dad, I’m sorry to have annoyed you,” Penny said +quickly before he could get in another word. “I was +out at the swamp with Louise.”</p> +<p>“The swamp!”</p> +<p>“Gathering flowers for the banquet table,” Penny +added hastily. “Oh, Dad, they’re simply beautiful—so +much nicer than any florist could have supplied.”</p> +<p>“I can imagine.” Mr. Parker smiled and looked at +the wall clock. “We’re due at the theater in ten minutes. +I’m chairman of the program, unfortunately.”</p> +<p>Penny gently broke the news. “Dad, I haven’t had +time to decorate the banquet table at the hotel. Will +you drive me there?”</p> +<p>“I can’t,” Mr. Parker said, slightly exasperated. +“I’m late now. Have one of the photographers take +you. By the way, where’s Salt Sommers?”</p> +<p>Hearing his name spoken, a young photographer +whose clothes looked as if he had slept in them, moved +out from behind a newspaper he had been reading.</p> +<p>“Coming right up, Chief,” he answered.</p> +<p>“Run my daughter over to the Hillcrest Hotel,” the +publisher instructed. “Make it your job to see that +she reaches the theater promptly.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_22">[22]</div> +<p>“I guess I can handle her,” Salt said, winking at +Penny.</p> +<p>“And now, where is Jerry?” the publisher asked. +“Has anyone seen him?”</p> +<p>“Relax, Dad,” said Penny. “He’s right here.”</p> +<p>“I am jumpy tonight,” Mr. Parker admitted, “but +I have a lot on my mind. That stunt we’ve planned +for the entertainment of our out-of-town men—is +everything set?”</p> +<p>“Sure,” DeWitt assured him. “There’ll be no hitch. +As the mayor winds up his address of welcome, the +stage electrician turns off the stage lights. Jerry, in +view of the audience, orders him to turn ’em on again. +He refuses an’ they argue over union rules. The fight +gets hotter until finally the workman pulls a revolver +and lets him have it full blast. Jerry falls, clutching +his chest. Our newsboys gallop down the aisles with +copies of the <i>Riverview Star</i> and screaming headlines +telling all about the big murder. Everyone gets a +swell laugh, figuring it’s pretty snappy coverage.”</p> +<p>“You certainly make it sound corny the way you +tell it,” Mr. Parker sighed. “Who thought up the idea +anyhow?”</p> +<p>“Why, you did, Chief,” grinned Salt. “Remember?”</p> +<p>“It was a poor idea. Maybe we ought to call it off.”</p> +<p>“After we got the extras all printed an’ everything?” +Mr. DeWitt asked, looking injured. “The +boys went to a lot of trouble.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_23">[23]</div> +<p>“All right, we’ll go ahead just as we planned, but I +hope there is no slip-up. How about the revolver?”</p> +<p>“Right here,” said Salt, whipping it from an inside +pocket. “Loaded with blanks.” He pointed it at a +neon light, pulled the trigger and a loud bang resulted.</p> +<p>Jerry Livingston sauntered over. “So that’s the +lethal weapon,” he observed. “Can I trust you guys +not to slip a real bullet in when I’m not looking?”</p> +<p>“I’ve got to go,” cut in Mr. Parker, looking again +at the clock. “The program starts as soon as I get to +the theater. Speeches should take about an hour. +Then the stunt. And don’t be late!”</p> +<p>“We’ll be there,” Salt promised. “Jerry, you riding +with Penny and me?”</p> +<p>“I’ll come later in my own car. Have a story to +write first.”</p> +<p>Going back to his typewriter, the reporter slipped +carbons and paper into the machine and began pecking +the keys.</p> +<p>At that moment a Western Union boy came +through the newsroom. Catching Penny’s eye, he +pushed a telegram toward her and asked her to sign.</p> +<p>She wrote her name automatically, before noticing +that the envelope bore Jerry’s name.</p> +<p>“For you,” she said, tossing it onto the roller of his +typewriter. “More fan mail.”</p> +<p>“It’s probably a threat to bring suit if I don’t pay +my dry cleaning bill,” Jerry chuckled.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_24">[24]</div> +<p>He glanced at the envelope briefly, then slit it up +the side. As he read the wire, his face became a study. +His jaw tightened. Then he relaxed and laughed.</p> +<p>“This is a threat all right,” he commented, “but +not from the dry cleaners!”</p> +<p>Jerry reread the telegram, snorted with disgust, and +then handed it to Penny.</p> +<p>In amazement she read: “ARRIVED IN TOWN +TODAY TO TAKE CARE OF A LITTLE UNFINISHED +BUSINESS. WILL BE SEEING +YOU.”</p> +<p>The telegram bore the signature, Danny Deevers.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_25">[25]</div> +<h2 id="c4"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">4</span> +<br /><i>A TRAFFIC ACCIDENT</i></h2> +<p>As word spread through the office that Jerry had +received a threat from the escaped convict, reporters +gathered to read the telegram and comment upon it.</p> +<p>“Great stuff!” exclaimed Editor DeWitt, thinking +in terms of headlines. “<i>Riverview Star</i> reporter +threatened by Danny Deevers! We’ll build it up—post +a reward for his capture—provide you with a bodyguard.”</p> +<p>“But I don’t want a bodyguard,” Jerry retorted. +“Build up the story if you want to, but skip the kindergarten +trimmings.”</p> +<p>“You ought to have a bodyguard,” DeWitt insisted +seriously. “Danny Deevers is nobody’s playboy. He +may mean business. Reporters are hard to get these +days. We can’t risk having you bumped off.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_26">[26]</div> +<p>“Oh, this telegram is pure bluff,” Jerry replied, +scrambling up the yellow sheet and hurling it into a +tall metal scrap can. “I’ll not be nursemaided by any +bodyguard, and that’s final!”</p> +<p>“Okay,” DeWitt gave in, “but if you get bumped +off, don’t come crying to me!”</p> +<p>Jerry took a long drink at the fountain and then +said thoughtfully: “You know, I have a hunch about +Danny.”</p> +<p>“Spill it,” invited DeWitt.</p> +<p>“He didn’t come back here to get even with me +for those articles I wrote—or at least it’s a secondary +purpose.”</p> +<p>“Then why did he head for Riverview?”</p> +<p>“I have an idea he may have come back to get +$50,000.”</p> +<p>“The money he stole from the Third Federal +Bank?”</p> +<p>“Sure. The money disappeared, and when Danny +took the rap, he refused to tell where he had hidden it. +I’ll bet the money is in a safe place somewhere in +Riverview.”</p> +<p>“You may be right at that,” DeWitt agreed. “Anyway, +it’s a good story. Better write a couple pages +before you go over to the theater—let that other +stuff go.”</p> +<p>Jerry nodded and with a quick glance at the clock, +sat down at his typewriter.</p> +<p>“Ready, Penny?” called Salt, picking up his camera +and heading for the door.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_27">[27]</div> +<p>“In a minute.”</p> +<p>Penny hesitated and then walked over to Jerry’s +desk.</p> +<p>“Jerry, you’ll be careful, won’t you?” she asked +anxiously.</p> +<p>“Oh, sure,” he agreed. “If I see Danny first, I’ll +start running.”</p> +<p>“Do be serious, Jerry! You know, there’s a chance +Danny may be hiding in the swamp.”</p> +<p>The carriage of Jerry’s typewriter stopped with a +jerk. He now gave Penny his full attention.</p> +<p>“What’s that about Danny being in the swamp?”</p> +<p>“I didn’t say he is for sure, but today when Louise +and I were out there, we heard a very strange conversation.”</p> +<p>Penny swiftly related everything that had occurred +on the tiny island near the swamp entrance. She also +described the bearded stranger who had ordered her +away.</p> +<p>“That couldn’t have been Danny,” Jerry decided. +“Not unless he’s disguised his appearance.”</p> +<p>“There was another man,” Penny reminded him. +“Louise and I never saw his face.”</p> +<p>“Well, the swamp angle is worth investigating,” the +reporter assured her. “Personally, I doubt Danny +would ever try living in the swamp—he’s a city, slum-bred +man—but I’ll tell the police about it.”</p> +<p>“Do be careful,” Penny urged again, turning away.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_28">[28]</div> +<p>Salt was waiting in the press car when she reached +the street. Quickly transferring the flowers from her +own automobile to his, she climbed in beside him.</p> +<p>“The Hillcrest?” he inquired, shifting gears.</p> +<p>“Yes, I’ll decorate the tables. Then we’ll drive to +the theater.”</p> +<p>With a complete disregard for speed laws, safety +stops, and red lights, Salt toured the ten blocks to the +hotel in record time. Pulling up at the entrance, he +said:</p> +<p>“While you’re in there, I’ll amble across the street. +Want to do a little inquiring at the Western Union +office.”</p> +<p>“About the telegram Danny Deevers sent Jerry?”</p> +<p>“Figured we might find from where it was sent.”</p> +<p>“I should have thought of that myself! Do see +what you can learn, Salt. It won’t take me long to fix +those tables.”</p> +<p>Penny disappeared into the hotel but was back in +fifteen minutes. A moment later, Salt sauntered +across the street from the Western Union office.</p> +<p>“Learn anything?” Penny asked.</p> +<p>“A little. The manager told me a boy picked up +the message from a rooming house on Clayton street. +That’s all they know about it.”</p> +<p>“Did you get the address?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_29">[29]</div> +<p>“Sure—1497 Clayton Street—an apartment building. +The clue may be a dud one though. Danny +wouldn’t likely be dumb enough to leave a wide open +trail.”</p> +<p>“All the same, oughtn’t we to check into it?”</p> +<p>“We?”</p> +<p>“Naturally I’m included,” grinned Penny. “By the +way, aren’t we near Clayton street now?”</p> +<p>“It’s only a couple of blocks away.”</p> +<p>“Then what’s delaying us?”</p> +<p>“My conscience for one thing,” Salt said, climbing +into the car beside Penny. “Your father’s expecting +us at the theater. I’m supposed to take pictures of the +visiting big-boys.”</p> +<p>“We’ll get there in time. This may be our only +chance to trace Danny.”</p> +<p>“You’re a glutton for adventure,” Salt said dubiously, +studying his wristwatch. “Me—I’m not so +sure.”</p> +<p>“Danny probably won’t be hiding out at the rooming +house,” Penny argued. “But someone may be +able to tell us where he went.”</p> +<p>“Okay,” the photographer agreed, jamming his foot +on the starter. “We got to make it snappy though.”</p> +<p>The dingy old brick apartment house at 1497 Clayton +Street stood jammed against other low-rent buildings +in the downtown business section.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_30">[30]</div> +<p>“You wait here,” Salt advised as he pulled up near +the dwelling. “If I don’t come back in ten minutes, +put in a call to the police. And arrange to give me +a decent burial!”</p> +<p>The photographer disappeared into the building.</p> +<p>He was back almost at once. “It was a dud,” he +said in disgust. “The telegram was sent from here all +right, but Danny’s skipped.”</p> +<p>“You talked to the building manager?”</p> +<p>Salt nodded. “A fellow that must have been Danny +rented a room last night, but he pulled out early this +morning.”</p> +<p>“Why, the telegram didn’t come until a few minutes +ago!”</p> +<p>“Danny took care of that by having the janitor send +it for him. He evidently escaped from the pen late +yesterday, but authorities didn’t give out the story +until today.”</p> +<p>Disappointed over their failure, Penny and Salt +drove on toward the theater in glum silence.</p> +<p>Suddenly at the intersection of Jefferson and Huron +Streets, a long black sedan driven by a woman, failed +to observe a stop sign. Barging into a line of traffic, +it spun unsteadily on two wheels and crashed into an +ancient car in which two men were riding.</p> +<p>“Just another dumb woman driver,” observed Salt. +He brought up at the curb and reached for his camera.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_31">[31]</div> +<p>“Nobody’s hurt so it’s hardly worth a picture. But +if I don’t grab it, DeWitt’ll be asking me why I +didn’t.”</p> +<p>Balancing the camera on the sill of the open car +window, he snapped the shutter just as the two men +climbed out of their ancient vehicle.</p> +<p>“Looks as if they’re going to put up a big squawk,” +Salt observed with interest. “What they beefin’ +about? That old wreck isn’t worth anything, and +anyhow, the lady only bashed in a couple of fenders.”</p> +<p>The driver of the black sedan took a quick glance +at the two men and said hastily:</p> +<p>“Please don’t call a policeman. I’ll gladly pay for +all the damage. I’m covered by insurance. Just give +me your names and where you live. Or, if you prefer, +I’ll go with you now to a garage where your car can +be repaired.”</p> +<p>The two men paid her no heed. In fact, they appeared +not to be listening. Instead, they were gazing +across the street at Salt and his camera.</p> +<p>“Button up your lip, lady!” said one of the men +rudely.</p> +<p>He was a heavy-set man, dressed in a new dark blue +serge suit. His face was coarse, slightly pale, and his +steel-blue eyes had a hard, calculating glint.</p> +<p>His companion, much younger, might have been a +country boy for he wore a lumber jacket, corduroy +pants, and heavy shoes caked with mud.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_32">[32]</div> +<p>The older man crossed the street to Salt’s car. He +glanced at the “press” placard in the windshield and +said curtly:</p> +<p>“Okay, buddy! I saw you take that picture! Hand +over the plate!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_33">[33]</div> +<h2 id="c5"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">5</span> +<br /><i>THE RED STAIN</i></h2> +<p>“Hand over the plate, buddy!” the motorist repeated +as Salt gave no hint that he had heard. “You’re +from a newspaper, and we don’t want our pictures +printed—see?”</p> +<p>“Sure, I see,” retorted Salt. “I’m not turning over +any pictures.”</p> +<p>The man took a wallet from his suit pocket. +“Here’s a five spot to make it worth your while.”</p> +<p>“No, thanks. Anyway, what’s your kick? Your +car didn’t cause the accident. You’re in the clear.”</p> +<p>“Maybe we’ll use the picture to collect damages,” +the man said. “Here, I’ll give you ten.”</p> +<p>“Nothing doing.”</p> +<p>To put an end to the argument, Salt drove on.</p> +<p>“Wonder who those birds were?” he speculated.</p> +<p>Penny craned her neck to look back through the +rear car window.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_34">[34]</div> +<p>“Salt!” she exclaimed. “That man who argued with +us is writing down our license plate number!”</p> +<p>“Let him!”</p> +<p>“He intends to find out who you are, Salt! He must +want that picture badly.”</p> +<p>“He’ll get it all right—on the front page of the <i>Star</i> +tomorrow! Maybe he’s a police character and doesn’t +want any publicity. He looked like a bad egg.”</p> +<p>“I wish we’d taken down <i>his</i> license number.”</p> +<p>“We’ve got it,” replied Salt. “It’ll show up in the +picture.”</p> +<p>Penny settled back in the seat, paying no more attention +to the traffic behind them. Neither she nor Salt +noticed that they were being followed by the car +with battered fenders.</p> +<p>At the theater, Salt parked in the alleyway.</p> +<p>“Go on in,” he told Penny, opening the car door +for her. “I want to collect some of my stuff and then +I’ll be along.”</p> +<p>At the stagedoor, Penny was stopped by Old Jim, +the doorman.</p> +<p>“You can’t go in here without a pass, Miss,” he said. +“There’s a newspaper convention on. My orders are +not to let anyone in without a pass.”</p> +<p>Penny flashed her press card.</p> +<p>“My mistake,” the doorman mumbled.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_35">[35]</div> +<p>Once inside, Penny wandered backstage in search +of her father or Jerry. The program had started, but +after listening a moment to a singer, she moved out of +range of his voice.</p> +<p>Now and then, from the audience of newspapermen +out front, came an occasional ripple of laughter or +clapping of hands as they applauded a speaker.</p> +<p>“Sounds pretty dull,” thought Penny. “Guess it’s +lucky Dad cooked up the shooting stunt. If everything +goes off right, it should liven things up a bit.”</p> +<p>Wandering on down a hall, she came to one of the +dressing rooms. Stacked against the outside wall were +hundreds of freshly printed newspapers ready for distribution.</p> +<p>Penny flipped one from the pile and read the headline: +“REPORTER SHOT IN ARGUMENT +WITH ELECTRICIAN!”</p> +<p>Beneath the banner followed a story of the staged +stunt to take place. So convincingly was it written, +Penny had to think twice to realize not a word was +true. Other columns of the paper contained regular +wire news stories and telephoto pictures. Much of +the front page also was given over to an account of +the convention itself.</p> +<p>“This will make a nice souvenir edition,” Penny +thought. “Wonder where Jerry is? The stunt will +be ruined if he doesn’t get here.”</p> +<p>Salt came down the corridor, loaded heavily with +his camera, a tripod, a reflector, and other photographic +equipment.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_36">[36]</div> +<p>“Jerry here yet?” he inquired.</p> +<p>“I haven’t seen him. It’s getting late too.”</p> +<p>“He’ll be here,” Salt said confidently. “Wonder +where I’d better leave this revolver?”</p> +<p>Setting the photographic equipment on the floor, he +took the revolver from his coat pocket, offering it to +Penny.</p> +<p>“Don’t give it to me,” she protested.</p> +<p>“Put it in the dressing room,” he advised. “I can’t +keep it, because I’ve got to go out front and shoot +some pictures.”</p> +<p>“Is the revolver loaded?” Penny asked, taking it unwillingly.</p> +<p>“Sure, with blanks. It’s ready for the stunt.”</p> +<p>Penny carried the weapon into the dressing room +and deposited it on one of the tables. When she returned +to the corridor, Salt had gathered up his equipment +and was starting away.</p> +<p>However, before he could leave, an outside door +slammed. Jim, the doorman, burst in upon them.</p> +<p>“Young feller, is that your car parked in the alley?”</p> +<p>“Yeah!” exclaimed Salt, startled. “Don’t tell me +the cops are handing me a ticket!”</p> +<p>“Some feller’s out there, riflin’ through your +things!”</p> +<p>Salt dropped his camera and equipment, racing for +the door. Penny was close behind.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_37">[37]</div> +<p>Reaching the alley, they were just in time to see a +man in a dark suit ducking around the corner of the +building.</p> +<p>“Hey, you!” shouted Salt angrily.</p> +<p>The man turned slightly and vanished from view.</p> +<p>“Wasn’t that the same fellow who was in the auto +accident?” Penny demanded.</p> +<p>“Looked like him! Wonder if he got away with +anything?”</p> +<p>“Didn’t you lock the car, Salt?”</p> +<p>“Only the rear trunk compartment. Should have +done it but I was in a hurry.”</p> +<p>“Shall I call the police, Salt?”</p> +<p>“Why bother? That bird’s gone now. Let’s see if +he stole anything first.”</p> +<p>Salt muttered in disgust as he saw the interior of the +car. A box of photographic equipment had been +scattered over the back seat. The door of the glove +compartment was open, its contents also helter-skelter.</p> +<p>“Anything missing?” Penny asked.</p> +<p>“Not that I can tell. Yes, there is! Some of the +photographic plates!”</p> +<p>“Oh, Salt, I was afraid of it! The thief must have +been one of those two men who were in the auto accident! +You wouldn’t sell them the picture they +wanted so they followed you here and stole it!”</p> +<p>“They may have tried,” the photographer corrected.</p> +<p>“You mean you still have it?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_38">[38]</div> +<p>“The plates that are missing are old ones, extras I +exposed at a society tea and never bothered to develop.”</p> +<p>“Then you have the one of the auto accident?”</p> +<p>“Right here in my pocket.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Salt, how brilliant of you!” Penny laughed.</p> +<p>“It wasn’t brilliancy on my part—just habit,” Salt +returned. “I wonder why that bird set such great +store by the picture? Maybe for some reason he’s +afraid to have it come out in the paper.”</p> +<p>“I can hardly wait to see it developed!”</p> +<p>As Penny and the photographer walked back to the +theater entrance, a taxi skidded to a stop at the curb. +Jerry alighted.</p> +<p>“Anything wrong?” he inquired, staring curiously +at the pair.</p> +<p>Salt told him what had happened.</p> +<p>“Maybe you’ve got dynamite packed in that plate,” +Jerry commented when he had heard the story. “Better +shoot it to the office and have it developed.”</p> +<p>“I’m tied up here for half an hour at least.”</p> +<p>“Send it back by the cab driver. He can deliver it +to DeWitt.”</p> +<p>“Good idea,” agreed Salt.</p> +<p>He scribbled a note to accompany the plate and gave +it to the cab driver, together with the holder.</p> +<p>“Take good care of this,” he warned. “Don’t turn +it over to any one except the city editor.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_39">[39]</div> +<p>After the cab had driven away, Salt, Jerry, and +Penny re-entered the theater. Mr. Parker had come +backstage and was talking earnestly to the doorman. +Glimpsing the three, he exclaimed:</p> +<p>“There you are! And just in time too! The stunt +goes on in five minutes.”</p> +<p>“Are the newsboys here?” Jerry asked. “And +Johnny Bates, the electrician?”</p> +<p>“The boys are out front. Johnny’s waiting in the +stage wings. Where’s the revolver, Salt?”</p> +<p>“I’ll get it,” Penny volunteered, starting for the +dressing room.</p> +<p>The revolver lay where she had left it. As she +reached for the weapon, she suddenly sniffed the air. +Plainly she could smell strong cigarette smoke.</p> +<p>Penny glanced swiftly about the room. No one +was there and she had seen no one enter in the last few +minutes.</p> +<p>“Someone must have been here,” she thought. “Perhaps +it was Old Jim, but he smokes a pipe.”</p> +<p>“Penny!” her father called impatiently from outside. +“We haven’t much time.”</p> +<p>Picking up the revolver, she hurriedly joined him.</p> +<p>“Dad, why not call the stunt off?” she began. +“Something might go wrong—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_40">[40]</div> +<p>“We can’t call it off now,” her father cut in impatiently. +Taking the revolver from her hand he gave +it to Jerry. “Do your stuff, my boy, and don’t be +afraid to put plenty of heat into the argument. Remember +your cue?”</p> +<p>“I’m to start talking just as soon as the Mayor finishes +his speech.”</p> +<p>“He’s winding it up now. So get up there fast.”</p> +<p>As Jerry started up the stairway, Penny trailed him.</p> +<p>“Someone must have been in the dressing room after +I left the revolver there,” she revealed nervously. “Be +sure to check it before you turn it over to Mr. Bates.”</p> +<p>The reporter nodded, scarcely hearing her words. +His ears were tuned to the Mayor’s closing lines. A +ripple of applause from the audience told him the +speech already had ended.</p> +<p>Taking the last few steps in a leap, Jerry reached +the wings where John Bates was waiting. He gave +him the revolver and at once plunged into his lines. +So convincingly did he argue about the stage lights +that Penny found herself almost believing the disagreement +was genuine.</p> +<p>The argument waxed warmer, and the actors moved +out on the stage in full view of the audience.</p> +<p>“Jerry’s good,” remarked Salt, who had joined +Penny. “Didn’t know he had that much ham in him!”</p> +<p>The quarrel now had reached its climax. As if in +a sudden fit of rage, the electrician raised the revolver +and pointed it at Jerry.</p> +<p>“Take that—and that—and that!” he shouted, thrice +pulling the trigger.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_41">[41]</div> +<p>Jerry staggered back, clutching in the region of his +heart. Slowly, his face contorted, he crumpled to the +floor.</p> +<p>Scarcely had he collapsed, than newsboys armed +with their papers, began to rush through the aisles of +the theater.</p> +<p>“Read all about it!” they shouted. “Reporter Shot +in Argument! Extra! Extra!”</p> +<p>The newspapermen chuckled at the joke as they +accepted the free papers.</p> +<p>On the stage, Jerry still lay where he had fallen. +The electrician, his part ended, had disappeared to +attend to regular duties.</p> +<p>“Come on, Jerry!” Salt called to him. “What are +you waiting for? More applause? Break it up!”</p> +<p>The reporter did not stir. But on the floor beside +him, a small red stain began to spread in a widening +circle.</p> +<p>Penny and Salt saw it at the same instant and were +frozen with horror.</p> +<p>“Ring down the curtain!” the photographer cried +hoarsely. “Jerry’s really been shot!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_42">[42]</div> +<h2 id="c6"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">6</span> +<br /><i>AMBULANCE CALL</i></h2> +<p>Penny ran across the stage to kneel beside Jerry, +who lay limp on the floor. In horror, she saw that +the red stain covered a jagged area on his shirt front.</p> +<p>“Oh, Jerry!” she cried frantically. “Speak to me!”</p> +<p>The reporter groaned loudly and stirred.</p> +<p>“Hold me in your arms,” he whispered. “Let my +last hours on this earth be happy ones.”</p> +<p>Penny’s hands dropped suddenly to her sides. She +straightened up indignantly.</p> +<p>“You faker!” she accused. “I should think you’d be +ashamed to frighten us so! That’s not blood on your +shirt! It’s red ink!”</p> +<p>Jerry sat up, chuckling. “Ruined a good shirt too!”</p> +<p>“You shouldn’t have done it,” Penny said, still provoked.</p> +<p>“I wanted to put a little drama into the act. Also, +I was curious to see how you would react.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_43">[43]</div> +<p>Penny tossed her head, starting away. “You needn’t +be so smug about it, Jerry Livingston! And don’t +flatter yourself I was concerned about you! I was +thinking what a scandal it would mean for Dad and +the paper!”</p> +<p>“Oh, sure,” Jerry agreed, pursuing her backstage +and down a corridor. “Listen, Penny, it was only a +joke—”</p> +<p>“Not a very funny one!”</p> +<p>“Penny, I’m sorry—I really am. I didn’t realize +anyone would get so worked up about it.”</p> +<p>“I’m not worked up!” Penny denied, spinning on a +heel to face him. “It just gave me a little shock, that’s +all. First, that threat from Danny Deevers. Then +when I saw you flattened out, for a minute I thought +someone had substituted a real bullet in the revolver +and that you had been shot.”</p> +<p>“It was a rummy joke—I realize that now. Forgive +me, will you, Penny?”</p> +<p>“I suppose so. Just don’t try anything like it again.”</p> +<p>“I won’t,” Jerry promised. “Now that my part is +finished here, suppose we go somewhere for a bite +to eat?”</p> +<p>“With that blotch of red ink on your shirt front?”</p> +<p>“Oh, I’ll change it. I brought an extra shirt along. +Wait here and I’ll be right with you.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_44">[44]</div> +<p>Jerry stepped into the dressing room to make the +change. Penny, while waiting, wandered back to the +stage wings to talk to Salt. However, the photographer +had gone out front and was busily engaged taking +pictures of visiting celebrities.</p> +<p>After a few minutes, Penny went downstairs again. +Jerry was nowhere to be seen.</p> +<p>The door of the dressing room stood slightly ajar. +Penny tapped lightly on it, calling: “Get a move on, +Jerry! You’re slower than a snail!”</p> +<p>No answer came from inside.</p> +<p>Penny paced up and down the corridor and returned +to listen at the door. She could hear no sound +inside the room.</p> +<p>“Jerry, are you there?” she called again. “If you +are, answer!”</p> +<p>Still there was no reply.</p> +<p>“Now where did he go?” Penny thought impatiently.</p> +<p>She hesitated a moment, then pushed open the door. +Jerry’s stained shirt lay on the floor where he had +dropped it.</p> +<p>The reporter no longer was in the dressing room. +Or so Penny thought at first glance.</p> +<p>But as her gaze roved slowly about, she was startled +to see a pair of shoes protruding from a hinged decorative +screen which stood in one corner of the room.</p> +<p>Jerry, very definitely was attached to the shoes. +Stretched out on the floor again, his face remained +hidden from view.</p> +<p>Penny resisted an impulse to run to his side.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_45">[45]</div> +<p>“Jerry Livingston!” she exclaimed. “You’ve carried +your stupid joke entirely too far! Our date is off!”</p> +<p>Turning her back, she started away. But in the +doorway, something held her. She glanced back.</p> +<p>Jerry had not moved.</p> +<p>“Jerry, get up!” she commanded. “Please!”</p> +<p>The reporter made not the slightest response. +Penny told herself that Jerry was only trying to +plague her, yet she could not leave without being +absolutely certain.</p> +<p>Though annoyed at herself for such weakness, she +walked across the room to jerk aside the decorative +screen.</p> +<p>Jerry lay flat on his back, eyelids closed. A slight +gash was visible on the side of his head where the skin +was bruised.</p> +<p>One glance convinced Penny that the reporter was +not shamming this time. Obviously, he had been +knocked unconscious, perhaps by a fall.</p> +<p>“Jerry!” she cried, seizing his hand which was cold +to the touch.</p> +<p>Badly frightened, Penny darted to the door and +called loudly for help.</p> +<p>Without waiting to learn if anyone had heard her +cry, she rushed back to Jerry. On the dressing table +nearby stood a pitcher of water and a glass.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_46">[46]</div> +<p>Wetting a handkerchief, Penny pressed it to the +reporter’s forehead. It seemed to produce no effect. +In desperation, she then poured half a glass of water +over his face.</p> +<p>To her great relief, Jerry sputtered and his eyelids +fluttered open.</p> +<p>“For crying out loud!” he muttered. “What you +trying to do? Drown me?”</p> +<p>Raising a hand to his head, the reporter gingerly +felt of a big bump which had risen there. He pulled +himself to a sitting position.</p> +<p>“What happened, Jerry?” Penny asked after giving +him a few minutes to recover his senses. “Did you +trip and fall?”</p> +<p>The question seemed to revive Jerry completely. +Without answering, he got to his feet, and walked unsteadily +to the window overlooking the alley.</p> +<p>Penny then noticed for the first time that it was +open. She also became aware of a heavy scent of +tobacco smoke in the room—the same cigarette odor +she had noticed earlier. Now however, it was much +stronger.</p> +<p>Jerry peered out the window. “He’s gone!” he +mumbled.</p> +<p>“Who, Jerry? Tell me what happened.”</p> +<p>“Things aren’t too clear in my mind,” the reporter +admitted, sinking into a chair. “Wow! My head!”</p> +<p>“Did someone attack you?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_47">[47]</div> +<p>“With a blackjack. I came in here and changed my +shirt. Had a queer feeling all the while, as if someone +were in the room.”</p> +<p>“Were you smoking a cigarette, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“Why, no.”</p> +<p>“Did you notice smoke in the room? The odor still +is here.”</p> +<p>Jerry sniffed the air. “Neco’s,” he decided. +“They’re one of the strongest cigarettes on the market +and not easy to get. Now that you mention it, the +odor was in the room when I came in! But I didn’t +think about it at the time.”</p> +<p>“Then whoever struck you must have been in here +waiting!”</p> +<p>“Sure. Whoever it was, came in the window. He +was hidden behind that screen. As I started to leave, +he reared up and let me have it from behind! That’s +all I remember.”</p> +<p>“Then you didn’t see him?”</p> +<p>“No, it happened too fast.”</p> +<p>“Jerry, it may have been Danny Deevers!”</p> +<p>“Maybe so,” the reporter agreed. “But I always +figured if he caught up with me, he wouldn’t fool +around with any rabbit punches.”</p> +<p>“He may have been frightened away, hearing me in +the hall,” Penny said. “Jerry, do you have other enemies +besides Danny?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_48">[48]</div> +<p>“Dozens of them probably. Every reporter has. +But I don’t know of anyone who hates me enough to +try to lay me out.”</p> +<p>The dressing room door now swung open to admit +Mr. Parker and several other newspapermen.</p> +<p>“Penny, did you call for help?” her father demanded. +“What’s wrong?”</p> +<p>“Jerry was slugged,” Penny answered, and told +what had happened.</p> +<p>“How do you feel, Jerry?” the publisher inquired. +“That’s a nasty looking bump on your head.”</p> +<p>“I’m fit as a fiddle and ready for a dinner date,” +Jerry announced brightly, winking at Penny. “How +about it?”</p> +<p>“Well, I don’t know,” she replied. “Are you sure +you feel up to it?”</p> +<p>“I’m fine.” To prove his words, Jerry got to his +feet. He started across the room, weaving unsteadily.</p> +<p>Had not Mr. Parker and another man seized him by +the arms, he would have slumped to the floor.</p> +<p>“Jerry, you’re in no shape for anything except a +hospital checkup,” the publisher said firmly. “That’s +where you’re going!”</p> +<p>“Oh, Chief, have a heart!”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker turned a deaf ear upon the appeal.</p> +<p>“For all we know, you may have a fractured skull,” +he said, helping to ease the reporter into a chair. +“We’ll have you X-rayed.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_49">[49]</div> +<p>“I don’t want to be X-rayed,” Jerry protested. “I’m +okay.”</p> +<p>“Besides, with Danny Deevers still at large, a hospital +is a nice safe place,” Mr. Parker continued, thinking +aloud. “Perhaps we can arrange for you to stay +there a week.”</p> +<p>“A week! Chief, I’m not going!”</p> +<p>“No arguments,” said Mr. Parker. “You’re the +same as in Riverview Hospital now. Penny, telephone +for an ambulance.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_50">[50]</div> +<h2 id="c7"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">7</span> +<br /><i>AN EMPTY BED</i></h2> +<p>At Riverview hospital twenty minutes later, +Jerry was given a complete physical check-up.</p> +<p>“The X-rays won’t be developed for another half +hour,” an interne told him, “but you seem to be all +right.”</p> +<p>“I not only seem to be, I am,” the reporter retorted. +“Told you that when I came here! But would anyone +listen to me?”</p> +<p>“Twenty-four hours rest will fix you right up. +We have a nice private room waiting for you on the +third floor. Bath and everything.”</p> +<p>“Now listen!” exclaimed Jerry. “You said yourself +I’m all right. I’m walking out of here now!”</p> +<p>“Sorry. Orders are you’re in for twenty-four hours +observation.”</p> +<p>“Whose orders?”</p> +<p>“Dr. Bradley. He had a little talk with the publisher +of your paper—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_51">[51]</div> +<p>“Oh, I get it! A conspiracy! They’re keeping me +here to keep me from checking up on Danny Deevers!”</p> +<p>“What’s that?” the interne inquired curiously.</p> +<p>“Never mind,” returned Jerry, closing up like a +clam. “I’ll slip you a fiver to get me out of here.”</p> +<p>“Sorry. No can do.”</p> +<p>The interne went to the door, motioning for two +other internes who came in with a stretcher.</p> +<p>“Hop aboard,” he told Jerry. “Better come peaceably.”</p> +<p>Jerry considered resistance. Deciding it was useless, +he rolled onto the stretcher and was transported via +the elevator to the third floor. There he was deposited +none too ceremoniously in a high bed.</p> +<p>“Just to make sure you stay here, I’m taking your +clothes,” said the interne. “Now just relax and take it +easy.”</p> +<p>“Relax!”</p> +<p>“Sure, what you got to kick about? Your bills are +all being paid. You get twenty-four hours rest, a good +looking nurse, and a radio. Also three meals thrown +in.”</p> +<p>Jerry settled back into the pillow. “Maybe you’ve +got something after all,” he agreed.</p> +<p>“That’s the attitude, boy. Well, I’ll be seeing you.”</p> +<p>Satisfied that Jerry would make no more trouble, he +took his clothes and went outside.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_52">[52]</div> +<p>Penny and Salt, who had been waiting in the reception +room below, stepped from the elevator at that moment.</p> +<p>“How is Jerry?” Penny inquired anxiously as she +stopped the interne in the corridor.</p> +<p>“He’s all right. Go on in if you want to talk to +him.”</p> +<p>“Which room?”</p> +<p>“Wait until I put these clothes away and I’ll show +you.”</p> +<p>The interne hung Jerry’s suit in a locker at the end +of the corridor and then returned to escort Penny and +Salt to Room 318.</p> +<p>Jerry, a picture of gloom, brightened as his friends +entered.</p> +<p>“I’m sure glad you came!” he greeted them. “I +want you to help me get out of here.”</p> +<p>“Not a chance,” said Salt, seating himself on the +window ledge. “This is just the place for you—nice +and quiet and safe.”</p> +<p>Jerry snorted with disgust.</p> +<p>“Dad and Mr. DeWitt both think Danny Deevers +means business,” Penny added. “The paper is offering +$10,000 reward for his capture.”</p> +<p>“Ten thousand smackers! I could use that money +myself. And I have a hunch about Danny—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_53">[53]</div> +<p>“Forget it,” Salt advised. “This is a case for the police. +Just lie down like a nice doggy and behave yourself. +We’ll keep you informed on the latest news.”</p> +<p>“That reminds me,” added Penny. “After the ambulance +took you away, Dad had the theater searched +and the alley. No clues.”</p> +<p>Jerry lay still for several minutes, his eyes focused +thoughtfully on the ceiling. “If it’s the verdict that I +stay here, I suppose I may as well give up and take my +medicine.”</p> +<p>“Now you’re showing sense,” approved Salt. +“Penny and I have an idea that may help trace Deevers. +We’ll tell you about it later.”</p> +<p>“Sure,” retorted Jerry ironically, “spare me the +shock now. By the way, did you meet an interne in +the hall? He was carrying off my clothes.”</p> +<p>“Yes, he brought us here,” Penny nodded.</p> +<p>“You didn’t happen to notice where he hid my +clothes?”</p> +<p>“They’re safe, Jerry,” Penny assured him. “In a +locker at the end of the hall.”</p> +<p>The information seemed to satisfy Jerry. Wrapping +himself like a cocoon in a blanket, he burrowed +down and closed his eyes.</p> +<p>“I want to catch forty winks now,” he said. “If you +folks have a big idea that will lead to Danny’s capture, +don’t let me detain you.”</p> +<p>“Jerry, don’t be cross with us,” Penny pleaded. +“We know how you feel, but honestly, you’ll be so +much safer here.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_54">[54]</div> +<p>Jerry pretended not to hear.</p> +<p>After a moment, Salt and Penny quietly left the +room.</p> +<p>“He’s taking it hard,” the photographer commented +as they sped in the press car toward the <i>Riverview +Star</i> building. “In a way, you can’t blame him. Jerry’s +not the type to be shut up in a nice safe place.”</p> +<p>“Dad wants to keep him in the hospital until Danny +Deevers is captured, but it will be hard to do it.”</p> +<p>Salt, driving with one hand, looked at his watch.</p> +<p>“It’s after nine o’clock,” he announced. “Penny, +you’ve missed the dinner at the Hillcrest.”</p> +<p>“I don’t mind. So much has happened today, I’ve +had no time to be hungry.”</p> +<p>“Want me to drop you off there now?”</p> +<p>“No, the banquet will be nearly over. I couldn’t +bear to listen to speeches. Let’s go straight to the office +and find out what that traffic accident picture +shows.”</p> +<p>“Suits me, only I’m hungry.” On impulse, Salt +pulled up in front of a hamburger shop offering curb +service. “Let’s grab a bite before we really go to work +to crack this case.”</p> +<p>He tooted the horn and a uniformed girl came hurrying +to take his order.</p> +<p>Fortified by sandwiches, coffee, and ice cream, the +pair then drove on to the <i>Riverview Star</i> office.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_55">[55]</div> +<p>Avoiding the busy newsroom, Salt and Penny went +up the back stairs to the photographic studio. Bill +Jones, a studio helper, was busy at the wire photo machine.</p> +<p>“Has that picture of the traffic accident I sent over +come up yet?” Salt asked him.</p> +<p>“On the desk,” the boy answered. “Not too sharp.”</p> +<p>Salt picked up a dozen pictures which had been +printed on glossy paper and rapidly ran through them +until he found the one he sought.</p> +<p>Eagerly Penny peered over his shoulder. The two +cars involved in the accident were plainly shown, the +license numbers of both visible. In the ancient vehicle, +the younger man had lowered his head so that +his face was completely hidden. The camera had +caught a profile view of the older man, also not clear.</p> +<p>“Lousy picture,” said Salt contemptuously.</p> +<p>“It shows the license number of the car. Can’t we +trace the driver that way?”</p> +<p>“The Motor Vehicle Department is closed now. +But I know a fellow who works there. Maybe he’ll do +us a favor and go back to the office tonight and look +up the information.”</p> +<p>Salt made the telephone call, and after ten minutes +of argument, convinced his friend that the requested +information was a matter of life and death.</p> +<p>“He’ll do it,” the photographer said, hanging up the +receiver. “Soon’s he gets the information, he’ll telephone +us here.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_56">[56]</div> +<p>Penny had been studying the photograph again. +She now was ready with a second suggestion. “Even +if the faces aren’t very clear, let’s compare them with +pictures of Danny Deevers in the morgue.”</p> +<p>“Good idea,” agreed Salt.</p> +<p>The newspaper morgue or library where photographs, +cuts and newspaper clippings were carefully +filed for reference, was just a few steps down the hall. +Miss Adams, the librarian, had gone to lunch, so Salt +obtained a key and they searched for their own information.</p> +<p>“Here’s an envelope marked Danny Deevers!” +Penny cried, pulling it from one of the long filing +drawers. “All sorts of pictures of him too!”</p> +<p>Critically, the pair studied the photographs.</p> +<p>The escaped convict was a middle-aged, sullen looking +man with hard, expressionless eyes. In one of the +pictures, parted lips revealed a set of ugly, uneven +teeth.</p> +<p>“This shot I took is so blurred, it’s hard to tell if +they’re the same person or not,” Salt complained. +“But it looks like Danny.”</p> +<p>“If it is, that would explain why he tried to make +you give up the plate.”</p> +<p>“Sure, he knew the car license number would be a +tip-off to the police. But maybe the bird isn’t Danny.”</p> +<p>“I wish we were certain. Salt, couldn’t Jerry identify +him from the picture you took?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_57">[57]</div> +<p>“Maybe. Jerry saw Deevers several times before he +was put away in the pen.”</p> +<p>“Then why not take the picture to the hospital +now?”</p> +<p>“Okay,” agreed Salt. “Let’s go.”</p> +<p>Fifteen minutes later, at the hospital, they sought unsuccessfully +to pass a receptionist who sat at a desk in +the lobby.</p> +<p>“Sorry, visiting hours are over,” she explained.</p> +<p>“We’re from the <i>Star</i>,” Salt insisted. “We have to +see Jerry Livingston on an important business matter.”</p> +<p>“That’s different,” the receptionist replied. “You +may go up to his room, but please make the call brief.”</p> +<p>An automatic elevator carried the pair to the third +floor. Jerry’s door near the end of the corridor stood +slightly ajar. Salt tapped lightly on it, and hearing no +answer, pushed it farther open.</p> +<p>“Well, what d’you know!” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>Penny, startled by his tone of voice, peered over his +shoulder.</p> +<p>The room was deserted. Jerry’s bed, unmade, stood +empty.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_58">[58]</div> +<h2 id="c8"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">8</span> +<br /><i>IN SEARCH OF JERRY</i></h2> +<p>“Now what could have become of Jerry?” +Penny murmured as she and Salt gazed about the deserted +room in amazement. “Surely we’ve made no +mistake.”</p> +<p>“He was assigned this room all right,” the photographer +declared. “But maybe they changed it later.”</p> +<p>“That’s it,” agreed Penny in relief. “For a minute +it gave me a shock seeing that empty bed. I thought +perhaps he had taken a bad turn and been removed for +emergency treatment.”</p> +<p>The pair sought Miss Brent, a floor supervisor.</p> +<p>“Why, the patient in Room 318 hasn’t been changed +elsewhere,” she replied. “At least, not to my knowledge. +I’ve been off the floor for the last half hour.”</p> +<p>Inspecting Room 318 to satisfy herself that the bed +was empty, Miss Brent questioned several nurses and +an interne. No one seemed to know what had become +of the patient. There was a whispered conference and +then Miss Brent made a call to the superintendent.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_59">[59]</div> +<p>“Something has happened to Jerry!” Penny told +Salt tensely. “He may have been abducted!”</p> +<p>A nurse came flying up the hall from the locker +room.</p> +<p>“Mr. Livingston’s clothes are gone!” she reported.</p> +<p>Light began to dawn on Penny. She recalled the +seemingly innocent question Jerry had asked earlier +that night as to the location of the clothes locker.</p> +<p>“He’s probably walked out of the hospital!” she exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Impossible!” snapped Miss Brent, though her voice +lacked conviction. “Nurses have been on duty here +all the time. Mr. Livingston couldn’t have obtained +his clothes without being observed.”</p> +<p>“The floor was deserted for about ten minutes,” an +interne recalled. “An emergency case came in and everyone +was tied up.”</p> +<p>Penny re-entered Jerry’s room. The window remained +closed and it was a straight drop of three stories +to the yard below. She was satisfied the reporter had +not taken that escape route.</p> +<p>A sheet of paper, propped against the mirror of the +dresser attracted her eye. As she unfolded it, she saw +at once that the handwriting was Jerry’s.</p> +<p>“I’m too healthy a pup to stay in bed,” he had +scrawled. “Sorry, but I’m walking out.”</p> +<p>Penny handed the note to Miss Brent who could not +hide her annoyance as she read it.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_60">[60]</div> +<p>“Nothing like this ever happened before!” she exclaimed. +“How could the young man have left this +floor and the building without being seen? He’s in no +condition to be wandering about the streets.”</p> +<p>“Then Jerry really did need hospitalization?” inquired +Penny.</p> +<p>“Certainly. He suffered shock and the doctor was +afraid of brain injury. The patient should have been +kept under observation for at least twenty-four hours. +Wandering off this way is a very bad sign.”</p> +<p>“We’ll get him back here pronto!” Salt promised. +“He can’t have gone far.”</p> +<p>In the lobby he and Penny paused to ask the receptionist +if she had observed anyone answering Jerry’s +description leave the building.</p> +<p>“Why, no,” she replied, only to correct herself. +“Wait! A young man in a gray suit left here about +twenty minutes ago. I didn’t really notice his face.”</p> +<p>“That must have been Jerry!” cried Penny. +“Which way did he go?”</p> +<p>“I’m sorry, I haven’t the slightest idea.”</p> +<p>“Jerry may have gone to his room,” Penny said +hopefully. “Let’s call his hotel.”</p> +<p>Using a lobby telephone, they dialed the St. Agnes +Hotel Apartments where the reporter lived. The desk +clerk reported that Jerry had not been seen that night.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_61">[61]</div> +<p>“Oh, where could he have gone?” Penny said as she +and Salt left the hospital. “He may be wandering the +streets in a dazed condition. Shouldn’t we ask police +to try to find him?”</p> +<p>“Guess it’s all we can do,” the photographer agreed. +“Jerry sure will be sore at us though.”</p> +<p>A taxi cab pulled up near the hospital steps.</p> +<p>“Taxi?” the driver inquired.</p> +<p>Salt shook his head. “We don’t know where we +want to go yet. We’re looking for a friend of ours +who left the hospital about twenty minutes ago.”</p> +<p>“A girl?”</p> +<p>“No, a man in a gray suit,” Penny supplied. “He +probably wasn’t wearing a hat.”</p> +<p>“Say, he musta been the one that asked me about the +fare to the swamp!”</p> +<p>At the pair’s look of intense interest, the cab driver +added: “I was waitin’ here for a fare when some ladies +came out of the hospital. I pulled up and took ’em +aboard. Just then this young feller comes out.</p> +<p>“He didn’t seem to notice I had my cab filled, and +says: ‘How much to take me to Caleb Corners?’”</p> +<p>“Caleb Corners?” Penny repeated, having never +heard of the place.</p> +<p>“That’s a long ways out, almost to the swamp. I +says to him, ‘Sorry, buddy, but I got a fare. If you +can wait a few minutes I’ll be right back and pick +you up.’”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_62">[62]</div> +<p>“What did Jerry say?” Salt asked.</p> +<p>“He said he wanted to get started right away. +Reckon he picked up another cab.”</p> +<p>Thanking the driver for the information, Penny and +Salt retreated a few steps for a consultation.</p> +<p>“If Jerry started for the swamp at this time of night +he must be wacky!” the photographer declared. +“That knock on the head must have cracked him up +and he doesn’t know what he’s doing!”</p> +<p>“Why would he start for the swamp? Maybe he +remembers what I told him about seeing a stranger +there today, and in his confusion, has an idea he’ll find +Danny Deevers!”</p> +<p>“Jerry can’t have had much of a start, and we know +he headed for Caleb Corners! I’ll go after him.”</p> +<p>“We’ll both go,” Penny said quickly. “Come on, +let’s get the car.”</p> +<p>Before they could leave the hospital steps, the receptionist +came hurrying outside.</p> +<p>“Oh, I’m glad you’re still here!” she said breathlessly, +looking at the photographer. “Aren’t you Mr. +Sommers?”</p> +<p>“That’s me,” agreed Salt.</p> +<p>“A telephone call for you.”</p> +<p>“Say, maybe it’s Jerry! Wait here, Penny. I’ll be +right back.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_63">[63]</div> +<p>Salt was gone perhaps ten minutes. When he returned, +his grim expression instantly informed Penny +that the call had not been from Jerry.</p> +<p>“It was from my friend in the Motor Vehicle Department,” +he reported. “He traced the license number +of the car that was in the accident.”</p> +<p>“How did he know you were here, Salt?”</p> +<p>“Telephoned the office, and someone told him to +try the hospital.”</p> +<p>“Who owns the car, Salt?”</p> +<p>“A woman by the name of Sarah Jones, Route 3, +Crissey Road.</p> +<p>“Crissey Road! Why, that’s out near the swamp, +not far from Trapper Joe’s place! I recall seeing the +name on a signpost when Louise and I were out there +this afternoon.”</p> +<p>“All roads lead to the swamp tonight,” Salt commented. +“I’m worried about Jerry. I called the office +and he hasn’t shown up there.”</p> +<p>“Then he must have started for Caleb Corners! +Salt, we’re wasting time!”</p> +<p>“We sure are,” he agreed. “Let’s go!”</p> +<p>The press car had been parked in a circular area +fifty yards from the hospital. Salt and Penny ran to +it, and soon were on their way, speeding into the night +on a deserted, narrow road.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_64">[64]</div> +<h2 id="c9"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">9</span> +<br /><i>THE WIDOW JONES</i></h2> +<p>Caleb Corners scarcely was a stopping point on +the narrow, dusty, county highway.</p> +<p>By night the crossroads were dark and gloomy, unlighted +even by a traffic signal. To the right stood a +filling station, and directly across from it, a little grocery +store, long since closed for the day.</p> +<p>Salt turned in at the filling station, halting the press +car almost at the doorway of the tiny office.</p> +<p>Inside, a young man who was counting change at a +cash register, turned suddenly and reached for an object +beneath the counter. As Salt came in, he kept his +hand out of sight, regarding the photographer with +suspicion.</p> +<p>“Relax, buddy,” said Salt, guessing that the station +owner feared robbery. “We’re from the <i>Riverview +Star</i> and need a little information.”</p> +<p>“What do you want to know?” The young man +still kept his hand beneath the counter.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_65">[65]</div> +<p>“We’re looking for a friend of ours who may have +come out here a few minutes ago in a taxi.”</p> +<p>“No cab’s been through here in the last hour,” the +filling station man said. “This is a mighty lonesome +corner at night. I should have closed up hours ago, +only I’m expecting a truck to fill up here.”</p> +<p>“Why not put that gun away?” Salt suggested +pointedly. “We’re not here to rob you. Do we look +like crooks?”</p> +<p>“No, you don’t,” the man admitted, “but I’ve been +taken in before. This station was broken into three +times in the past six months. Only two weeks ago a +man and woman stopped here about this same time of +night—they looked okay and talked easy, but they got +away with $48.50 of my hard earned cash.”</p> +<p>“We really are from the <i>Star</i>,” Penny assured him. +“And we’re worried about a friend of ours who slipped +away from the hospital tonight. He was in an accident +and wasn’t entirely himself. He may get into serious +trouble if we don’t find him.”</p> +<p>Her words seemed to convince the filling station +man that he had nothing to fear. Dropping the revolver +into the cash drawer, he said in a more friendly +tone:</p> +<p>“I guess you folks are on the square. Anyway, you +wouldn’t get much if you robbed the till tonight. I +only took in $37.50. Not enough to pay me for keeping +open.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_66">[66]</div> +<p>“You say a cab hasn’t been through here tonight?” +Salt asked impatiently.</p> +<p>“There’s been cars through, but no taxi cabs.”</p> +<p>“Where do these roads lead?”</p> +<p>“One takes you to Belle Plain and on to Three +Forks. The other doesn’t go much of anywhere—just +on to the swamp.”</p> +<p>“Any houses on the swamp road?” Salt inquired.</p> +<p>“An old trapper has a place up there, and the Hawkins’ +farm is on a piece. Closest house from here is the +Widow Jones’.”</p> +<p>“How far?”</p> +<p>“Oh, not more than three—four miles.”</p> +<p>“Mrs. Jones drives a car?” Salt asked casually.</p> +<p>“Her?” The filling station man laughed. “Not on +your life! She has an old rattle-trap her husband left +her when he died, but she doesn’t take it out of the +shed often enough to keep air in the tires.”</p> +<p>Penny and Salt inquired the way to the widow’s +home.</p> +<p>“You can’t miss it,” replied the station man. +“Straight on down the swamp road about three miles. +First house you come to on the right hand side of Crissey +Road. But you won’t likely find the widow up at +this hour. She goes to bed with the chickens!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_67">[67]</div> +<p>On the highway once more, Salt and Penny debated +their next move. Jerry’s failure to show up at Caleb +Corners only partially relieved their anxiety. Now +they could only speculate upon whether the reporter +had remained in Riverview or had driven past the filling +station without being seen.</p> +<p>“Since we’ve come this far, why not go on to the +Widow Jones’ place?” Salt proposed. “She may have +seen Jerry. In any case, we can question her about +that car she owns.”</p> +<p>Bumping along on the rutty road, they presently +rounded a bend and on a sideroad saw a small, square +house which even in its desolation had a look of sturdy +liveability.</p> +<p>“That must be the place,” Salt decided, slowing the +car. “No lights so I guess she’s abed.”</p> +<p>“I see one at the rear!” Penny exclaimed. “Someone +is up!”</p> +<p>With a jerk, Salt halted the car beside a mailbox +which stood on a high post. A brick walk, choked +with weeds, led to the front door and around to a back +porch.</p> +<p>Through an uncurtained window, the pair glimpsed +a tall, wiry woman filling an oil lamp in the kitchen.</p> +<p>As Salt rapped on the door, they saw her start and +reach quickly for a shotgun which stood in a corner of +the room.</p> +<p>“Who’s there?” she called sharply.</p> +<p>“We’re from Riverview,” answered Penny.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_68">[68]</div> +<p>Reassured by a feminine voice, the woman opened +the door. She towered above them, a quaint figure in +white shirtwaist and a long flowing black skirt which +swept the bare floor of the kitchen.</p> +<p>“Good evening,” said Penny. “I hope we didn’t +startle you.”</p> +<p>Slowly the widow’s eyes traveled over the pair. She +laid the shotgun aside and then said evenly:</p> +<p>“’Pears like you did. Hain’t in the habit o’ having +visitors this time o’ night. Whar be ye from and what +do you want?”</p> +<p>Salt told of their search for Jerry, carefully describing +the reporter.</p> +<p>“Hain’t seen anyone like that,” the Widow Jones +said at once. “No one been by on this road since sundown +’cepting old Ezekiel Hawkins.”</p> +<p>“By the way, do you drive a car?” Salt questioned.</p> +<p>“Not if I kin keep from it,” the widow retorted. +“Cars is the ruination o’ civilization! Last time I tried +to drive to town, backed square into a big sycamore +and nigh onto knocked all my teeth out!”</p> +<p>“So you sold your car?” Salt interposed.</p> +<p>“It’s a settin’ out in the shed. That no-good +young’un o’ Ezekiel’s, Coon Hawkins, tried to buy it +off’en me a year ago, but I turned him down flat.”</p> +<p>“Didn’t he offer enough?” Penny asked curiously.</p> +<p>“’Twasn’t that. Fust place, I don’t think much o’ +Coon Hawkins! Second place, that car belonged to +my departed husband, and I don’t aim nobody else +ever will drive it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_69">[69]</div> +<p>“Then you didn’t have the car out today or loan it +to anyone?”</p> +<p>“No, I didn’t! Say, what you gittin’ at anyway +with all these questions?”</p> +<p>“Your car was involved in an accident this afternoon +in Riverview,” Salt explained.</p> +<p>“What you sayin’?” the woman demanded. “You +must be out o’ yer mind! My car ain’t been out of the +shed fer a month.”</p> +<p>“We may have been mistaken,” Penny admitted. +“The license number of the car was K-4687.”</p> +<p>“Why, that’s the plate number of mine!” the +Widow Jones exclaimed. “Leastwise, I recollect it is!”</p> +<p>“You’re certain the car still is in the shed?” Salt +asked.</p> +<p>“You got me all confused now, and I hain’t cartain +of anything. Come in while I get a lantern, and we’ll +look!”</p> +<p>Penny and Salt stepped into a clean kitchen, slightly +fragrant with the odor of spicy catsup made that afternoon. +On a table stood row upon row of sealed bottles +ready to be carried to the cellar.</p> +<p>The Widow Jones lighted a lantern and threw a +woolen shawl over her bony shoulders.</p> +<p>“Follow me,” she bade.</p> +<p>At a swift pace, she led the way down a path to a +rickety shed which stood far back from the road.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_70">[70]</div> +<p>The woman unfastened the big door which swung +back on creaking hinges. Raising her lantern, she +flashed the light on the floor of the shed.</p> +<p>“Hit’s gone!” she exclaimed. “Someone’s stole the +car!”</p> +<p>Only a large blotch of oil on the cracked concrete +floor revealed where the automobile had stood.</p> +<p>“Have you no idea who took the car?” Penny inquired.</p> +<p>Grimly the Widow Jones closed the shed door and +slammed the hasp into place.</p> +<p>“Maybe I have an’ maybe I han’t! Leastwise, I +larned forty years ago to keep my lips shut less I could +back up my words with proof.”</p> +<p>In silence the widow started back toward the house. +Midway to the house, she suddenly paused, listening +attentively.</p> +<p>From a nearby tree an owl hooted, but Penny and +Salt sensed that was not the sound which had caught +the woman’s ear.</p> +<p>She blew out the lantern and wordlessly motioned +for the pair to move back into the deep shadow of the +tree.</p> +<p>Holding her shirt to keep it from blowing in the +night breeze, the woman gazed intently toward a +swamp road some distance from the boundary of her +land. For the first time, Salt and Penny became aware +of a muffled sound of a running truck motor.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_71">[71]</div> +<p>“Sounds like a car or truck back there in the +swamp,” Salt commented. “Is there a road near here +leading in?”</p> +<p>“There’s a road yonder,” the widow answered +briefly.</p> +<p>“It goes into the swamp?”</p> +<p>“Only for a mile or so.”</p> +<p>“What would a truck be doing in there at this time +of night?” Penny probed.</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t know,” answered the widow dryly. +“There’s some things goes on in this swamp that smart +folkses don’t ask questions about.”</p> +<p>Without relighting the lantern, she walked briskly +on. Reaching the rear porch, she paused and turned +once more to Salt and Penny.</p> +<p>“I be much obliged to ye comin’ out here to tell me +about my car being stole. Will ye come in and set a +spell?”</p> +<p>“Thanks, we’ll have to be getting back to Riverview,” +Salt declined the invitation. “It’s late.”</p> +<p>“You’ll catch your death if you stay out in this damp +swamp air,” the woman said, her gaze resting disapprovingly +on Penny’s flimsy dress and low-cut slippers. +“I’d advise you to git right back to town. ’Evenin’ to +you both.”</p> +<p>She went inside and closed the door.</p> +<p>“Queer character,” Salt commented as he and Penny +made their way to the roadside, “Forthright to say +the least.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_72">[72]</div> +<p>“I rather liked her, Salt. She seemed genuine. And +she has courage to live here alone at the edge of the +swamp.”</p> +<p>“Sure,” the photographer agreed. “Plenty of iron +in her soul. Wonder what she saw there at the edge of +the swamp?”</p> +<p>“It seemed to me she was afraid we might try to investigate. +Did you notice how she advised us to go +directly to Riverview?”</p> +<p>“She did make the remark a little pointed. The +Widow Jones is no dumbbell! You could tell she has +a good idea who stole her auto, and she wasn’t putting +out anything about that truck.”</p> +<p>Salt had started the car and was ready to turn +around. Penny placed a detaining hand on the steering +wheel.</p> +<p>“Let’s go the other direction, Salt!”</p> +<p>“On into the swamp?”</p> +<p>“It’s only a short distance to that other road. If the +truck is still there, we might see something interesting.”</p> +<p>Salt’s lips parted in a wide grin.</p> +<p>“Sure thing,” he agreed. “What have we got to +lose?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_73">[73]</div> +<h2 id="c10"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">10</span> +<br /><i>INSIDE THE WOODSHED</i></h2> +<p>The throaty croak of frogs filled the night as +Salt, car headlights darkened, brought up at a bend of +the road near the swamp’s edge.</p> +<p>Entrance to the pinelands could be gained in any +one of three ways. A road, often mired with mud, had +been built by a lumber mill, and led for nearly a mile +into the higher section of the area. There it ended +abruptly.</p> +<p>Half a mile away, near Trapper Joe’s shack, lay the +water course Penny and Louise had followed. From +it branched a maze of confusing channels, one of +which marked the way to the heart of the swamp. But +only a few persons ever had ventured beyond Lookout +Island, close to the exit.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_74">[74]</div> +<p>The third entrance, also not far from Trapper Joe’s, +consisted of a narrow boardwalk path nailed to fallen +trees and stumps just above the water level. The walk +had fallen into decay and could be used for only five +hundred feet.</p> +<p>“Seems like a funny time for a truck to be coming +out of the swamp road,” Salt remarked, peering into +the gloom of the pine trees. “Hear anything?”</p> +<p>Penny listened intently and shook her head. But a +moment later, she explained: “Now I do! The truck’s +coming this way.”</p> +<p>“Let’s get closer to the road exit,” Salt proposed. +“We’d better leave the car here, if we don’t want to +be seen.”</p> +<p>Penny’s high heels kept twisting on the rutty road, +and finally in exasperation, she took them off, stripped +away her stockings, and walked in her bare feet.</p> +<p>The truck now was very close and the pair could +hear its laboring engine. Salt drew Penny back +against the bottle-shaped trunk of a big tree at the road +exitway. There they waited.</p> +<p>Presently the truck chugged into view, its headlights +doused. On the main road, not ten yards from +where Salt and Penny crouched, it came to a jerky +halt.</p> +<p>The driver was a husky fellow who wore a heavy +jacket and cap which shadowed his face. With him in +the cab were two younger men of athletic build. Both +wore homespun clothes and stout boots.</p> +<p>As the truck halted, the two younger men sprang to +the ground.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_75">[75]</div> +<p>Instantly Penny and Salt were certain they had seen +one of the strangers before.</p> +<p>“He’s the man who drove the accident car this afternoon!” +Penny whispered. “The auto stolen from +Widow Jones!”</p> +<p>Salt nodded, placing his hand over the girl’s lips. +He drew her back behind the tree.</p> +<p>The precaution was a wise one, for a moment later, +a flashlight beam played over the spot where they had +been standing.</p> +<p>“Thought I heard something!” one of the truckers +muttered.</p> +<p>“Jest them frogs a-croakin’,” his companion answered. +“You’re gettin’ jumpy.”</p> +<p>“Let’s get a move on!” growled the driver of the +truck. “I gotta get this load to Hartwell City before +dawn. You keepin’ any of the stuff?”</p> +<p>“A couple o’ gallons will do us. Too durn heavy to +carry.”</p> +<p>From the rear end of the truck, the two young men +who had alighted, pulled out a large wooden container +with handles.</p> +<p>“When do you want me to stop by again?” the truck +driver called above the rumble of the motor.</p> +<p>“Can’t tell yet,” one of the men answered, swinging +the heavy container across his shoulder. “Pappy’ll +send word.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_76">[76]</div> +<p>The truck pulled away, and the two young men +started down the road in the opposite direction. Not +until they were a considerable distance away, did +Penny speak.</p> +<p>“What do you make of it all, Salt?”</p> +<p>“It’s got me puzzled,” he admitted. “If I’d have +seen the truck come out of the swamp at any other +time I wouldn’t have thought much about it. But considering +the way Mrs. Jones acted, some funny business +seems to be going on here.”</p> +<p>“I’m certain one of those young men was the driver +of the accident car this afternoon!”</p> +<p>“It did look like him.”</p> +<p>“They must be the Hawkins boys, Coon and Hod,” +Penny went on, thinking aloud. “What were they +doing in the swamp so late at night? And what are +they trucking?”</p> +<p>“Echo answers ‘what’,” Salt replied. “Well, shall +we start for Riverview?”</p> +<p>“Without learning for certain who those two fellows +are?”</p> +<p>“I would like to know. The only thing is, your father’s +going to be plenty annoyed when he finds how +late I’ve kept you out.”</p> +<p>“Leave Dad to me.”</p> +<p>“Okay, but if we run into trouble tonight, we can +figure we went out of our way to ask for it.”</p> +<p>By this time, the two swampers had vanished into +the darkness far up the road.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_77">[77]</div> +<p>“They’re heading toward Trapper Joe’s place,” +Penny observed. “The Hawkins’ farm is just beyond, +on the waterway.”</p> +<p>“We may as well give them a good start and then +follow in the car,” Salt decided.</p> +<p>They walked back to the parked automobile where +Penny put on her shoes and stockings again. After +giving the two strangers a good five minutes start, Salt +drove slowly after them, keeping headlights turned +off.</p> +<p>Trapper Joe’s dismal shack loomed up dark and +deserted.</p> +<p>“We’ll have to park here,” Penny instructed, “The +road beyond is terrible and it plays out.”</p> +<p>Alighting, the couple looked about for a glimpse of +the two swampers. The nearby marsh seemed cold, +unfriendly and menacing. Heavy dew lay on the +earth and a thick mist was rising from among the trees.</p> +<p>From behind a shadowy bush, two gleaming eyes +gazed steadily and unblinkingly at the pair. Penny +drew back, nervously gripping Salt’s hand.</p> +<p>“It’s only a cat,” he chuckled.</p> +<p>“A wild one, maybe,” Penny shivered. “All sorts of +animals live in the swamp, Trapper Joe told me.”</p> +<p>“Want to stay in the car and spare those pretty +shoes of yours?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_78">[78]</div> +<p>“No, let’s go on.” The gleaming eyes now had vanished +and Penny felt courageous again. Nevertheless, +she kept close beside Salt as they tramped along the +dark road.</p> +<p>A pale moon was rising over the treetops, providing +faint illumination. Penny and Salt no longer could see +the pair they had followed, and were afraid they had +lost them completely.</p> +<p>Then they spied the swampers crawling over a fence +some distance away.</p> +<p>“There they are!” Penny whispered. Just as I +thought! They’re taking a short cut to the Hawkins’ +place.”</p> +<p>Unaware that they were being followed, the two +swampers crossed a plowed field, frequently shifting +their heavy burden.</p> +<p>Coming at length to the Hawkins’ farm, they vanished +into the woodshed.</p> +<p>“Guess you were right, Penny,” Salt acknowledged, +pausing by the fence. “Evidently they’re the Hawkins’ +boys.”</p> +<p>The door of the house had opened and a light now +glowed in the window. A bulky figure stood silhouetted +on the threshold.</p> +<p>“Who’s there?” the man called sharply. “That you, +Coon?”</p> +<p>From inside the shed came a muffled reply: “Yep, +it’s me and Hod.”</p> +<p>“How’d you make out, son?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_79">[79]</div> +<p>“She’s all took care of an’ on ’er way to Hartwell +City. Ike says he’ll fetch you the cash in a day or +two.”</p> +<p>“Git to bed soon’s you kin,” the older man said, apparently +pleased by the information. “Your Ma’s +tired and wants to git to sleep ’for mawning.”</p> +<p>He moved back into the house, closing the door.</p> +<p>“Guess we’ve learned all we can,” Salt remarked. +“We may as well get a little shut-eye ourselves.”</p> +<p>Penny, however, was unwilling to leave so soon.</p> +<p>“I wish we could find out what is in that big container, +Salt! After those Hawkins’ boys leave, maybe +we could sneak a peek.”</p> +<p>“And get caught!”</p> +<p>“We can be careful. Salt, we’ve stumbled into a lot +of information tonight that may prove very valuable. +We’ll never have another chance like it. Come on, +Salt, it’s worth a try.”</p> +<p>Despite his better judgment, Salt allowed himself to +be persuaded. For ten minutes the pair waited near +the fence. Finally they saw Hod and Coon Hawkins +emerge from the shed and enter the house.</p> +<p>Another ten minutes they waited. By that time the +light had been extinguished inside the house.</p> +<p>“Everyone’s abed now,” Penny said in satisfaction. +“Now for the woodshed!”</p> +<p>Crossing the field, the pair approached the tumbledown +building from the side away from the house. +The woodshed door was closed.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_80">[80]</div> +<p>Penny groped for the knob and instead, her hand +encountered a chain and padlock.</p> +<p>“Locked!” she muttered impatiently. “Just our +luck!”</p> +<p>The rattle of the chain had disturbed a hound +penned inside the shed. Before Salt and Penny could +retreat, the animal’s paws scratched against the door +and he uttered a deep and prolonged bay.</p> +<p>“Jeepers!” exclaimed Salt. “We’ve got to get away +from here—and fast!”</p> +<p>Already it was too late. A window on the second +floor of the house flew up and Mrs. Hawkins in cotton +nightdress and lace cap, peered down into the yard.</p> +<p>“Who’s there?” she called sharply. “Answer up if +you ain’t hankerin’ fer a bullet through yer innards!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_81">[81]</div> +<h2 id="c11"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">11</span> +<br /><i>AN ABANDONED CAR</i></h2> +<p>For Salt and Penny, the moment was a perilous +one. In plain view of the upstairs window, they could +not hope to escape detection.</p> +<p>But shrewdly, they reasoned that Mrs. Hawkins +could not be certain they had been trying to break into +the woodshed.</p> +<p>“Oh, is that you, Mrs. Hawkins?” Penny called as +cheerily as if greeting an old friend. “I hope we didn’t +awaken you.”</p> +<p>The farm woman leaned far out the window. +“Who be ye folkses?” she demanded suspiciously. +“What you doin’ here?”</p> +<p>“Don’t you remember me?” Penny asked. “I +stopped here this afternoon with my girl friend. We +had a drink at your pump.”</p> +<p>“Humph! That ain’t no gal with you now! Who +is he?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_82">[82]</div> +<p>“Oh, just a friend who works at—” Penny was on +the verge of saying the <i>Riverview Star</i>, but caught +herself in time and finished—“a friend who works +where I do.”</p> +<p>“And what you spyin’ around here for?”</p> +<p>“We’re looking for another friend of ours.”</p> +<p>“’Pears to me you got a heap o’ friends,” the woman +said harshly. “This afternoon you was cryin’ you lost +a dog.”</p> +<p>“It was Louise who lost the dog,” said Penny, well +realizing that her story would never convince the +woman.</p> +<p>“Whatever you lost, man or beast, git off this property +and don’t come back!” Mrs. Hawkins ordered. +“We hain’t seen no dog, and we hain’t seen none o’ yer +friends. Now git!”</p> +<p>Another face had appeared at the window—that of +the bearded stranger Penny had seen earlier in the day +on Lookout Point. No longer could she doubt that he +was Ezekiel Hawkins, the man who a few minutes earlier +had ordered his two sons to bed.</p> +<p>“We’re leaving now,” said Salt, before Penny had +an opportunity to speak again of Louise’s missing dog. +“Sorry to have bothered you.”</p> +<p>Taking Penny firmly by an elbow, he pulled her +along. Not until they had reached the fence safely +did they look back.</p> +<p>In the upper window of the Hawkins’ house a light +continued to burn dimly.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_83">[83]</div> +<p>“We’re still being watched,” Salt commented. He +helped Penny over the fence, disentangling her dress +which snagged on a wire. “Whew! That was a close +call! That old biddy would have enjoyed putting a +bullet through us!”</p> +<p>“She dared to say Louise’s dog hadn’t been seen! +All the while her husband stood right there! He’s the +one who refused to let us go after Bones this afternoon!”</p> +<p>“Sure?”</p> +<p>“Almost positive.”</p> +<p>“Well, all I can say is the Hawkins’ are mean customers,” +Salt sighed. “Stealing a dog probably is right +in their line.”</p> +<p>“They’re up to other tricks too!”</p> +<p>“Oh, undoubtedly. Wish we could have learned +what was in those cans they were trucking to the city.”</p> +<p>In the press car, speeding toward Riverview, the +pair discussed all phases of their night’s adventure. +Failure to learn anything about Jerry’s whereabouts +worried them.</p> +<p>Presently, worn out, Penny slumped against Salt’s +shoulder and fell asleep. She was awakened when the +car stopped with a jerk.</p> +<p>“Where are we?” she mumbled drowsily. “Home?”</p> +<p>“Not yet, baby,” he answered, shutting off the engine.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_84">[84]</div> +<p>Penny straightened in the seat, brushing away a lock +of hair which had tumbled over her left eye. Peering +through the window she saw that they still were out in +the country.</p> +<p>“What are we stopping here for, Salt?” she asked in +astonishment. “Don’t tell me we’ve run out of gas!”</p> +<p>“Nothing like that,” he said easily. “Just go back to +sleep. I’ll be right back.”</p> +<p>“You’ll be right back! Where are you going, Salt +Sommers?”</p> +<p>“Only down the road a ways. We passed a car, and +I want to have a better look at it.”</p> +<p>By now Penny was fully awake.</p> +<p>“I’m going with you,” she announced.</p> +<p>Salt held the door open for her. “This probably is +a waste of time,” he admitted.</p> +<p>“Was it a car you saw in the ditch?” Penny questioned, +walking fast to keep up with him. “An accident?”</p> +<p>“Don’t think so. The car seemed to be parked back +in the bushes on a road bisecting this one.”</p> +<p>“What’s so unusual in that?”</p> +<p>“Nothing perhaps. Only the car looked familiar.”</p> +<p>“Not Jerry’s coupe?”</p> +<p>“No. There it is now—see!” Salt pointed through +the trees to an old upright vehicle of antiquated style. +His flashlight picked up the numbers on the rear license +plate.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_85">[85]</div> +<p>“K-4687!” Penny read aloud. “Mrs. Jones’ stolen +auto!”</p> +<p>“It sure is,” the photographer agreed in satisfaction. +“Abandoned!”</p> +<p>“By whom? The Hawkins’ boys?”</p> +<p>“Maybe. Let’s have a closer look.”</p> +<p>While Penny stood by, Salt made a thorough inspection +of the old car. The battery was dead. Ignition +keys, still in the lock, had been left turned on.</p> +<p>As the photographer flashed his light about, Penny +noticed a package of cigarettes lying on the seat. She +picked them up and sniffed.</p> +<p>“Necos,” she declared. “Salt, one of the persons +who rode in this car must have slugged Jerry at the +theater!”</p> +<p>“Maybe, but we can’t be sure. Necos aren’t a common +brand of cigarettes. On the other hand, I’ve +known several fellows who smoke them.”</p> +<p>A thorough inspection of the car revealed no other +clues.</p> +<p>“We may as well get back to town,” Salt said finally. +“Mrs. Jones will be glad to learn her car has +been recovered. We can let her know tomorrow after +police have had a chance to inspect it.”</p> +<p>Neither he nor Penny had much to say as they motored +toward Riverview. Both were deeply discouraged +by their failure to find any trace of Jerry.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_86">[86]</div> +<p>“It’s barely possible hospital officials were able to +catch up with him,” Penny said after a while, her eyes +on the dark ribbon of highway ahead. “We might +stop somewhere and telephone.”</p> +<p>“Good idea,” agreed Salt. “We’re practically in the +city now.”</p> +<p>Already they could see the twinkling lights, laid out +in rectangular street patterns. Directly ahead, at the +corporation boundary, Penny saw the flashing electric +sign of a hamburger hut operated by Mark Fiello, a +genial old Italian.</p> +<p>“We might stop there,” she suggested. “Mark will +let us use his phone.”</p> +<p>“Also, he has good hamburgers and coffee,” Salt +added. “I could go for some food!”</p> +<p>Mark, a stout, grizzled man in slightly soiled apron, +was frying bacon and hamburgers at the grill as he +shouted orders to a helper in the kitchen.</p> +<p>“You, Frankey!” he bellowed. “Git your nose +outta dat ice cream and squeeze another quart of +orange juice! What you think I pay you for—to eat +me out of business?”</p> +<p>As Penny and Salt slid onto stools in front of the +counter, he turned toward them to ask briskly: +“What’ll it be, folks?”</p> +<p>“Now Mark, don’t give us the professional brush +off,” Salt joked. “Make mine a hamburger with everything +on.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_87">[87]</div> +<p>“And mine with everything off—especially onions,” +added Penny.</p> +<p>“Two hamburgers coming right up,” chuckled +Mark, flattening twin hunks of ground meat on the +grill. “I giva you good beeg ones. One-a with, and +one-a without. Haven’t seen you folks in a long +while. How you been?”</p> +<p>“Pretty well, Mark, until tonight,” replied Penny. +“May we use your phone?”</p> +<p>“It’s your nickel, ain’t it?” chuckled Mark. “Go +right ahead.”</p> +<p>“Looks as if we’ll have to wait until your helper gets +through using it,” observed Salt.</p> +<p>“That worthless no-good!” Mark snorted. “I pay +him thirty dolla a week to eat his head off and all the +time calla dat girl of his! You, Frankey! Git off dat +phone and git to work on them oranges!”</p> +<p>Frank, a youth of sallow complexion and unsteady +gaze, dropped the telephone receiver as if it were a red +hot coal.</p> +<p>He mumbled a “call you later,” into the transmitter, +hung up, and ducked into the kitchen.</p> +<p>“Such bad luck I have this summer,” sighed Mark, +expertly turning the hamburgers and salting them. +“Six helpers I hire and fire. All no good. They talka +big, eat big—but work? Naw!”</p> +<p>“It’s a tough life,” Salt agreed, fishing for a coin in +his pocket. “Change for a dime, Mark?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_88">[88]</div> +<p>“Sure. Who you calla tonight? Big scoop for de +paper, eh?”</p> +<p>“I wish it were,” said Salt. “We’ve had a tough +night.”</p> +<p>“Jerry’s missing,” Penny added earnestly. “He was +taken to the hospital this afternoon, but he walked out. +We’re trying to find him because he’s in no condition +to be wandering about.”</p> +<p>Mark’s jaw had dropped and for a moment he forgot +the hamburgers sizzling on the grill.</p> +<p>“You looka for Jerry? Jerry Livingston?”</p> +<p>“Sure, you know him,” Salt replied, starting for the +telephone. “He used to be one of your favorite customers.”</p> +<p>“Well, what do y’know!” mumbled Mark, obviously +surprised. “What do y’know! Listen, I tell +you something!”</p> +<p>“About Jerry?” Penny asked eagerly.</p> +<p>“You looka for your friend too late!”</p> +<p>“Too late? What do you mean, Mark? Jerry +hasn’t been hurt?”</p> +<p>“No! No! Your friend is all right like always. +Twenty minutes ago, he eata three hamburgs on dis +same stool where you sit now!”</p> +<p>“Jerry was here!” Penny cried joyfully. “Mark, +are you sure?”</p> +<p>“Sure, I am sure! Jerry eata three beeg hamburgs, +drinka two beeg cups of java, then go away.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_89">[89]</div> +<p>“Did he seem dazed or confused?”</p> +<p>“Your friend the same as always. Make-a the joke.”</p> +<p>On the grill, the hamburgers were beginning to burn +at the edges. Mark flipped them between buns, adding +generous quantities of mustard, pickle, catsup, and +sliced onions to Salt’s sandwich.</p> +<p>Penny now was so excited she scarcely could take +time to eat.</p> +<p>“Which way did Jerry go when he left here?” she +questioned eagerly.</p> +<p>“He crossa de street. After dat, I did not see.”</p> +<p>“Jerry lives in the St. Agnes Apartments not far +from here,” Salt recalled. “Maybe he’s there now!”</p> +<p>Quickly finishing their sandwiches, the pair gave +Mark a dollar, refusing to accept change. As they +started away, he followed them to the door.</p> +<p>“You know-a somebody who wanta good job, good +pay?” he whispered. “Frankey is eating me outta all +my profits. You know-a somebody?”</p> +<p>“Afraid we don’t,” Salt replied. “We’ll keep it in +mind though, and if we hear of anyone wanting work, +we’ll send him around.”</p> +<p>From the hamburger hut, Penny and Salt drove directly +to the St. Agnes Apartment Hotel. The clerk +on duty could not tell them if Jerry were in his room +or not.</p> +<p>“Go on up if you want to,” he suggested. “Room +207.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_90">[90]</div> +<p>Climbing the stairs, they pounded on the door. +There was no answer. Salt tried again. Not a sound +came from inside the room.</p> +<p>“It’s no use,” the photographer said in disappointment. +“Mark may have been mistaken. Anyway, +Jerry’s not here.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_91">[91]</div> +<h2 id="c12"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">12</span> +<br /><i>A JOB FOR PENNY</i></h2> +<p>Penny gazed at Salt in grim despair. “I was so +sure Jerry would be here,” she murmured. “What can +we do now?”</p> +<p>“We’ve run down every clue,” he replied gloomily. +“If he isn’t at the hospital, I’m afraid it’s a case for the +police.”</p> +<p>“But Mark was so sure he had seen Jerry tonight. +Try once more, Salt.”</p> +<p>“Okay, but it’s useless. He’s not here.”</p> +<p>Again Salt hammered on the door with his fist. He +was turning away when a sleepy voice called: “Who’s +there?”</p> +<p>“Jerry is in there!” Penny cried. “Thank goodness, +he’s safe!”</p> +<p>“Open up, you lug!” ordered Salt.</p> +<p>A bed creaked, footsteps padded across the carpet +and the door swung back. Jerry, in silk dressing +gown, blinked sleepily out at them.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_92">[92]</div> +<p>“What do you want?” he mumbled. “Can’t you let +a fellow catch forty winks without sending out the +riot squad?”</p> +<p>“How are you feeling, Jerry, my boy?” Salt inquired +solicitously.</p> +<p>“Never felt better in my life, except I’m sleepy.”</p> +<p>“Then what made you walk out of the hospital?”</p> +<p>“I don’t like hospitals.”</p> +<p>“We ought to punch you in the nose for making us +so much trouble,” Salt said affectionately. “Here we +spent half the night searching the swamp for you!”</p> +<p>Jerry’s face crinkled into a broad grin. “The +swamp! That’s good!”</p> +<p>“Didn’t you ask a taximan at the hospital how much +it would cost to go there?” Penny reminded him.</p> +<p>“Sure, but I decided not to go.”</p> +<p>“You got a nerve!” Salt muttered. “Climb into +your clothes and we’ll take you back to your cell.”</p> +<p>“Oh, no, you don’t!” Jerry backed away from the +door. “I’m no more sick than you are, and I’m not +going back to the hospital!”</p> +<p>“You’re an advanced case for a mental institution!” +the photographer snapped. “Maybe you don’t know +Danny Deevers is out to get you and he means business!”</p> +<p>“I’m not worried about Danny.”</p> +<p>“Maybe you don’t think he cracked you on the head +tonight at the theater?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_93">[93]</div> +<p>“I’ve been thinking it over,” Jerry replied slowly. +“Probably it was Danny, but I doubt he’ll dare show +his face again. Police are too hot on his trail.”</p> +<p>“Says you!” snorted Salt. “By the way, why were +you so interested in going to the swamp tonight? Any +clues?”</p> +<p>“Only the information you and Penny gave me.”</p> +<p>“We learned a little more this evening,” Penny informed +him eagerly. “And we have a photograph we +want you to identify.”</p> +<p>The story of their findings at Caleb Corners and beyond, +was briefly told. Salt then showed Jerry the +picture of the ancient car which had been involved in +the traffic accident.</p> +<p>“This older man is Danny Deevers,” Jerry positively +identified him after studying the photograph a minute. +“I don’t recognize the driver of the car.”</p> +<p>“We’re almost sure he’s one of the Hawkins’ boys,” +Penny declared. “You know, the swamper we told +you about.”</p> +<p>Jerry nodded. “In that case, putting the finger on +Deevers should be easy for the police. The Hawkins +family could be arrested on suspicion. Like as not, +Deevers is hiding in the swamp just as Penny suspected!”</p> +<p>“If he is, it won’t be easy to capture him,” commented +Salt. “They say a man could hide there a year +without being found. And if the Hawkins’ boy is arrested, +he’ll naturally lie low.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_94">[94]</div> +<p>Jerry thoughtfully studied the photograph again. +“That’s so,” he admitted. “Anyway, our evidence is +pretty weak. We couldn’t pin anything on either of +the Hawkins’ boys on the strength of this photograph.”</p> +<p>“It would only involve Mrs. Jones,” contributed +Penny. “Why turn it over to the police?”</p> +<p>“Well, it would relieve us of a lot of responsibility. +Tell you what! I know the Chief pretty well. Suppose +I give the picture to him and ask him to go easy on +Mrs. Jones? I think he would play along with us.”</p> +<p>“Sounds like a good idea to me,” approved Salt. +“The police can watch the Hawkins place and maybe +learn Danny’s hideout without tipping their hand.”</p> +<p>The matter of the photograph settled, he and Penny +turned to leave.</p> +<p>“We’ll send the hospital ambulance after you, +Jerry,” Salt said by way of farewell. “Better get into +some duds.”</p> +<p>“I’m not going back there!”</p> +<p>“It’s no use trying to make him,” said Penny who +knew from experience that the reporter could be stubborn. +“But do be careful, won’t you, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“Sure,” he promised. “And thanks to both of you +for all your trouble!”</p> +<p>The hour now was well past midnight. Saying +goodbye to Jerry, Penny had Salt take her directly +home.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_95">[95]</div> +<p>Quietly she slipped into the house and upstairs to +her own room without disturbing Mrs. Weems.</p> +<p>However, next morning, explanations were in order, +and as was to be expected, the housekeeper did not +look with approval upon the trip to the swamp.</p> +<p>“Your motives may have been excellent,” she told +Penny, “but your judgment was very poor. Even +with Salt as an escort you shouldn’t have gone.”</p> +<p>To make amends, Penny stayed close at home that +morning, helping with an ironing. At noon when her +father came for luncheon, she eagerly plied him with +questions about the Danny Deevers case.</p> +<p>“There’s nothing new to report,” Mr. Parker said. +“He’s still at large. The <i>Star</i> has posted a $10,000 reward +for his capture.”</p> +<p>“Ten thousand!” echoed Penny, her eyes sparkling. +“I could use that money!”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker carefully laid down his knife and fork, +fixing his daughter with a stern gaze.</p> +<p>“You’re to forget Danny Deevers,” he directed. +“Just to make certain you do, I’ve arranged with Mr. +DeWitt to give you a few days’ work at the office. +Kindly report at one-thirty this afternoon for your +first assignment.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Dad! Of all times—I had plans!”</p> +<p>“So I figured,” her father replied dryly. “Mr. DeWitt, +I trust, will keep you busy until after Danny +Deevers has been rounded up by the police.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_96">[96]</div> +<p>Penny knew that protests were quite useless, for +when her father really set down his foot, he seldom +changed his mind. At another time, she would have +welcomed an opportunity to work at the <i>Star</i> office, +but this day she regarded it as nothing less than punishment.</p> +<p>As her father had predicted, Penny was kept more +than busy at the office. There were telephones to answer, +obituaries to write, wire stories to redo, and a +multitude of little writing jobs which kept her chained +to a desk.</p> +<p>Penny pounded out page after page of routine copy, +her face becoming longer and longer. Whenever the +shortwave radio blared, she listened attentively. +Never was there any news to suggest that police were +even taking an interest in Danny Deevers’ escape.</p> +<p>“Oh, they’re working hard on the case,” Jerry assured +her when she talked it over with him. “You’ll +hear about it in good time.”</p> +<p>“Everyone treats me as if I were a child!” Penny +complained. “Just wait! If ever I get any more information, +I’m keeping it under my hat!”</p> +<p>For two long days she worked and suffered in the +newspaper office. Then late one afternoon, Mr. DeWitt +beckoned her to his desk.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_97">[97]</div> +<p>“You act as if you need a little fresh air,” he said. +“Take a run over to the Immigration Office. See a +man named Trotsell. He’ll tell you about a boy who +entered this country illegally. They’re looking for +him now.”</p> +<p>“I’ll hippety-hop all the way!” Penny laughed, glad +to escape from the office.</p> +<p>At the Immigration Building, Mr. Trotsell, an official +of brisk manner and crisp speech, gave her the +facts of the case in rapid-fire order.</p> +<p>“The boy is only sixteen,” he said. “His name is +Anthony Tienta and he was befriended by G.I.’s in +Europe. Early in the war, his parents were killed. +Anthony was put in an orphan’s asylum by Fascists. +He and another lad escaped to the mountains. For six +months they lived in a cave on berries and what they +could pilfer.”</p> +<p>“Interesting,” commented Penny, “but what is your +connection with the case?”</p> +<p>“I’m coming to that. When G.I.’s entered Italy, +Anthony left his mountain hideout to become a guide. +He learned English and later joined an American division +as a mascot. When the war ended, Anthony +sought permission to come to this country and was +turned down repeatedly.”</p> +<p>“So he stowed aboard a troopship?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_98">[98]</div> +<p>“Yes, we don’t know yet how he eluded Immigration +officials in New York. Somehow he slipped into +the country. Later he was traced to a farm in Michigan. +We were closing in on him, when someone +tipped him off and he fled. We know he’s somewhere +in this state.”</p> +<p>“Near here?”</p> +<p>“It’s very possible. We thought if a story appeared +in the paper, someone who has seen the boy may report +to us.”</p> +<p>“Do you have a picture of him?”</p> +<p>“Unfortunately, no. He is sixteen, with dark eyes +and dark, curly hair. The lad is athletic and very +quick witted. His English is fairly good, heavily +sprinkled with G.I. slang.”</p> +<p>“I’ll write the story for you,” Penny promised as she +arose to leave. “The truth is, though, my sympathy is +with Anthony.”</p> +<p>“So is mine,” replied the official. “However, that +does not change the law. He entered this country illegally +and must be returned to Italy.”</p> +<p>Penny left the office and was midway to the newspaper +office when she bumped squarely into her friend, +Louise Sidell, who had been downtown shopping.</p> +<p>“Oh, Lou!” she exclaimed. “I called you twice but +you weren’t at home. Did Bones ever find his way +back?”</p> +<p>Louise shook her head. “He never will either. +Those men probably kept him on the island. I’m going +out there tomorrow.”</p> +<p>“To the island?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_99">[99]</div> +<p>“If I can get Trapper Joe to take me. My father +says I may offer him twenty-five dollars to help me get +Bones back.”</p> +<p>“It was entirely my fault, Lou. I’ll pay the money.”</p> +<p>“You needn’t.”</p> +<p>“I want to,” said Penny firmly. “I’ve earned a little +money the past two days at the newspaper office.”</p> +<p>The two girls walked together to the next corner.</p> +<p>“What time are you starting for Trapper Joe’s tomorrow?” +Penny asked.</p> +<p>“I’d like to leave right after breakfast. Any chance +you could take me in your car?”</p> +<p>“I was thinking the same thing,” grinned Penny. +“It may take a little doing—but yes, I’m sure you can +count on me! I’m long overdue for a date myself with +Old Man Swamp!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_100">[100]</div> +<h2 id="c13"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">13</span> +<br /><i>INTO THE SWAMP</i></h2> +<p>By eleven o’clock the next morning, the two girls +were on their way to Caleb Corners in Penny’s car. +Both wore high boots, heavy shirts, and riding +breeches, having dressed carefully for the swamp.</p> +<p>“I had one awful time convincing Dad and Mrs. +Weems I should make this trip,” Penny remarked as +they parked the car under a giant oak not far from +Trapper Joe’s shack on the river creek. “If we hadn’t +had Bones for an excuse, they never would have allowed +me to go.”</p> +<p>Louise stared curiously at her chum.</p> +<p>“Why else would we make the trip?” she inquired.</p> +<p>“Oh, we’re going there to find Bones,” Penny assured +her hastily. “But if we should meet Ezekiel +Hawkins or whoever was on the island—”</p> +<p>“My parents made it very clear I’m not to go to the +island unless Trapper Joe is with us.”</p> +<p>“So did my father, unfortunately,” sighed Penny.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_101">[101]</div> +<p>As the girls approached Trapper Joe’s shack, they +saw smoke issuing in a straight column from the rear +of the premises.</p> +<p>Investigating, they found the old guide roasting a +fat turkey on a spit which slowly revolved above a +fire of cherry red coals.</p> +<p>“Howdy,” the old man greeted them. “You’re jest +in time fer some victuals.”</p> +<p>“Lunch so early?” Louise asked in surprise.</p> +<p>“It hain’t breakfast and it hain’t lunch,” the trapper +chuckled. “I eat when I’m hongry, an’ right now I +feel a hankerin’ fer food. Kin I give you a nice turkey +leg?”</p> +<p>The girls looked at the delicately browned fowl +and wavered.</p> +<p>“I’ll fetch you’uns each a plate,” the trapper offered.</p> +<p>From the shack he brought two cracked ones and +forks with bent tines. To each of the girls he gave a +generous helping, saving for himself a large slice of +breast.</p> +<p>“What brings ye here today?” he presently asked. +“Be ye aimin’ to rent my boat again?”</p> +<p>“Providing your services go with it,” Penny replied. +“We want to search for Louise’s dog.”</p> +<p>“’Tain’t likely you’ll ever see him again.”</p> +<p>“All the same, we’ve planned on searching the island +thoroughly. Will you take us?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_102">[102]</div> +<p>Trapper Joe tossed away a turkey bone as he observed: +“There’s cottonmouths on that island and all +manner o’ varmints.”</p> +<p>“That’s why we want you to go with us,” Penny +urged. “We’ll be safe with you.”</p> +<p>“I hain’t so sartain I’ll be safe myself,” Joe argued. +“My gun’s been stole. Some thieven scalawag made +off with it late last night while I was skinnin’ an animal. +Left it a-settin’ against a post down by the dock. The +rascal took my gun and some salted meat I had in a +crock!”</p> +<p>“Someone who came from the swamp?” Penny +asked quickly.</p> +<p>“’Pears he must o’ come from there.”</p> +<p>“Could the thief have been one of the Hawkins +family?”</p> +<p>“’Tain’t likely,” the guide replied. “They all got +good guns o’ their own. Anyhow, the Hawkins’ +hain’t never stooped so low they’d steal from a neighbor.”</p> +<p>“Will you take us in your boat?” Louise urged impatiently. +“We’ll pay you well for your time. If we +find Bones, you’ll receive an extra twenty-five dollars.”</p> +<p>“It hain’t the money. Lookin’ fer that dog would +be like lookin’ fer a needle in a haystack.”</p> +<p>“You might accidently run into the person who +stole your gun,” Penny suggested.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_103">[103]</div> +<p>“Now, there’d be some sense to that,” the trapper +said with sudden interest. “I’d like to lay hands on +him!”</p> +<p>“Then you’ll go?” the girls demanded together.</p> +<p>“’Pears like I will,” he said, his leathery face cracking +into a smile. “’Tain’t smart going into the swamp +without a gun, but we kin trust to Providence an’ our +wits, I calculate.”</p> +<p>Pleased that the trapper had consented, the girls +leaped to their feet and started toward the skiff which +was tied up at the dock.</p> +<p>“Not so fast!” the trapper brought them up short. +“We got to take some water and some victuals with +us.”</p> +<p>“But we’re not going far,” Louise said in surprise. +“We just ate.”</p> +<p>“Ye can git mighty hongry and thirsty, rowin’ in a +broiling hot sun. When I go into the swamp, I always +takes rations along jest in case.”</p> +<p>“Surely you don’t expect to lose your way,” Penny +said teasingly. “An old timer like you!”</p> +<p>“I’m an old timer ’cause I always prepares fer the +wust,” the trapper retorted witheringly. “Many a +young punk’s give his life being show-off and foolhardy +in that swamp. I was lost there oncst years ago. +I hain’t never forgot my lesson.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_104">[104]</div> +<p>Properly put in their places, Penny and Louise said +no more as Trapper Joe prepared for the trip into the +swamp. He wrapped the remains of the turkey in a +paper, depositing it in a covered metal container in the +bottom of the skiff.</p> +<p>Also, he dropped in a jug of water and an extra +paddle.</p> +<p>“Tell us about the swamp,” Louise urged as they +finally shoved off. “Is it filled with wild and dangerous +animals?”</p> +<p>“Bears mostly been killed off,” the old trapper replied, +sending the skiff along with powerful stabs of +the oars. “The rooters are about the wust ye run +into now.”</p> +<p>“Rooters?” Louise repeated, puzzled.</p> +<p>“Wild hogs. They got a hide so tough even the +rattlers can’t kill ’em. It’s most likely yer dogs been +et by one.”</p> +<p>“Oh, no!” Louise protested in horror.</p> +<p>“Rooters’ll go straight fer a dog or a deer or a lamb. +They’ll attack a man too if they’re hongry enough. +Their tusks are sharp as daggers.”</p> +<p>Penny quickly changed the subject by asking +Trapper Joe if he thought Pretty Boy Danny Deevers +might be hiding in the swamp.</p> +<p>“’Tain’t likely,” he replied briefly.</p> +<p>“Why do you think not?”</p> +<p>“City bred, waren’t he?”</p> +<p>“That’s what I was told.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_105">[105]</div> +<p>“No city bred feller could live in the swamp many +days. He wouldn’t have sense enough to git his food; +at night the sounds would drive him crazy, and he’d +end up bein’ bit by a snake.”</p> +<p>“Yet someone stole your gun,” Penny reminded +him.</p> +<p>“It waren’t Danny,” said the old trapper with +finality.</p> +<p>The skiff glided on. As the sun rose high overhead +pouring down upon their backs, Penny and Louise +began to feel drowsy. Repeatedly, they reached for +Joe’s jug of water.</p> +<p>As the channel became congested with floating +plants and rotted logs, the trapper shipped the oars and +used a paddle.</p> +<p>Presently they came within view of Lookout Island. +In the bow, Penny leaned forward to peer at the +jungle-like growth which grew densely to the water’s +edge.</p> +<p>“Someone’s on the island!” she exclaimed in a low +voice.</p> +<p>“Sure, it’s Coon Hawkins doin’ a little fishin’,” +agreed the trapper. “His boat’s pulled up on the +point.”</p> +<p>Louise stirred uneasily. “Is anyone with him?” she +whispered.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_106">[106]</div> +<p>“Don’t see no one ’cepting Coon. He won’t hurt +ye. Harmless, ole Coon is, an’ mighty shiftless too.”</p> +<p>“But is Coon really fishing?” Penny demanded suspiciously.</p> +<p>“He’s got a pole and a string o’ fish.”</p> +<p>“Also, he’s watching us very closely,” whispered +Penny. “I don’t trust him one bit! He’s hiding something +on that island! I’ll be surprised if he doesn’t try +to keep us from landing.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_107">[107]</div> +<h2 id="c14"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">14</span> +<br /><i>A CODE MESSAGE</i></h2> +<p>The old trapper appeared not to have heard +Penny’s whispered observation. He paddled the skiff +on until it drifted within ten yards of the point where +Coon Hawkins sat fishing.</p> +<p>“Howdy!” called the trapper.</p> +<p>“Howdy,” responded Coon, his gaze on the bobbing +cork.</p> +<p>“Seen anything of a dog on the island?”</p> +<p>“Hain’t no animal hereabouts,” Coon replied.</p> +<p>“’Pears like the gals has lost a dog,” said the old +trapper, dipping his paddle again. “We’re landin’ to +have a look around.”</p> +<p>Coon’s gaze shifted from the cork to the party in +the boat. He scowled and then coldly turned his back.</p> +<p>“Suit yerself,” he said indifferently. “You won’t +find no dawg here.”</p> +<p>Trapper Joe beached the skiff very nearly where +Penny had landed a few days earlier.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_108">[108]</div> +<p>“Have a keer,” he advised as the girls trod through +the muck. “Watch out fer snakes.”</p> +<p>“Here are Bones’ tracks!” Louise cried a moment +later, spying the prints which led away from the shore.</p> +<p>A short distance in, the tracks abruptly ended, but +nearby were prints of a man’s shoe and larger ones +made from a heavy boot.</p> +<p>Trapper Joe noted them in silence, signaling for +Penny and Louise to make no comment.</p> +<p>“Wait here while I look around,” he instructed.</p> +<p>Penny and Louise sat down on a mossy log to wait. +Coon paid them no heed, completely ignoring their +presence. The sun climbed higher overhead.</p> +<p>Presently the old trapper returned, his clothing +soaked with perspiration.</p> +<p>“Did you see anything of Bones?” Louise asked +eagerly.</p> +<p>“Nary a sign. The dog hain’t on the island.”</p> +<p>“Told ye, didn’t I?” Coon demanded triumphantly.</p> +<p>“That ye did, son,” agreed Trapper Joe. “We’ll be +gittin’ along.” On his way to the skiff, he asked carelessly: +“Come here offen, do ye?”</p> +<p>“When I feels like it,” Coon retorted.</p> +<p>“Fishin’ good?”</p> +<p>“Fair to middlin’.”</p> +<p>The old trapper helped the girls into the skiff and +shoved off.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_109">[109]</div> +<p>“Please, must we turn back now?” Louise asked +earnestly. “I hate to return without finding a trace +of poor old Bones.”</p> +<p>“’Tain’t likely you’ll ever see the dog again.”</p> +<p>“We realize that,” said Penny, “but it would be a +satisfaction to keep looking.”</p> +<p>“If the dog was still alive, it hain’t likely he’d of +swum away from the island.”</p> +<p>“He could have been carried,” Penny said, keeping +her voice low.</p> +<p>The swamper stared steadily at her a moment, saying +nothing.</p> +<p>“Besides, we’d like to go deeper into the swamp just +to see it,” Penny urged, sensing that he was hesitating. +“It must be beautiful farther in.”</p> +<p>“It is purty,” the old guide agreed. “But you have +to be mighty keerful.”</p> +<p>“Do take us,” Louise pleaded.</p> +<p>The old trapper raised his eyes to watch a giant +crane, and then slowly turned the skiff. As he sought +a sluggish channel leading deeper into the swamp, +Penny noticed that Coon Hawkins had shifted his +position on the point, the better to watch them.</p> +<p>The skiff moved on into gloomy water deeply +shadowed by overhanging tree limbs. Only then did +Penny ask the trapper what he thought really had +happened to Louise’s dog.</p> +<p>“’Tain’t easy to say,” he replied, resting on the paddle +a moment and taking a chew of tobacco.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_110">[110]</div> +<p>Penny sensed that the old man was unwilling to +express his true opinion. He stared moodily at the +sluggish water, lost in deep thought.</p> +<p>“The Hawkins’ are up to something!” Penny declared. +She was tempted to reveal what she and Salt +had seen a few nights before on the swamp road, but +held her tongue.</p> +<p>“After all, what do I know about Joe?” she reflected. +“He may be a close friend of the Hawkins +family for all his talk about them being a shiftless lot.”</p> +<p>Penny remained silent. Sensing her disappointment +because he had not talked more freely, Trapper Joe +presently remarked:</p> +<p>“You know, things goes on in the swamp that it’s +best not to see. Sometimes it hain’t healthy to know +too much.”</p> +<p>“What things do you mean?” Penny asked quickly.</p> +<p>Old Joe however, was not to be trapped by such a +direct question.</p> +<p>“Jest things,” he returned evasively. “Purty here, +hain’t it?”</p> +<p>The guide was now paddling along a sandy shore. +Overhead on a bare tree branch, two racoons drowsed +after their midday meal.</p> +<p>“In this swamp there’s places where no man has ever +set foot,” the guide continued. “Beyond Black Island, +in the heart o’ the swamp, it’s as wild as when everything +belonged to the Indians.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_111">[111]</div> +<p>“How does one reach Black Island?” Louise inquired.</p> +<p>“Only a few swampers that knows all the runs +would dast go that far,” said Old Joe. “If ye take a +wrong turn, ye kin float around fer days without +findin’ yer way out.”</p> +<p>“Is there only one exit—the way we came in?” +Penny asked.</p> +<p>“No, oncst ye git to Black Island, there’s a faster +way out. Ye pick yer way through a maze o’ channels +’till ye come to the main one which takes ye to the +Door River.”</p> +<p>“You’ve made the trip?”</p> +<p>“Did when I was young. Hain’t been to Black Island +in years lately.”</p> +<p>“How long does the trip take?”</p> +<p>“Not many hours if ye know the trail. But if ye +take a wrong twist, y’er apt to wind up anywheres. +We’re headin’ toward Black Island now.”</p> +<p>“Then why not go on?” cried Penny eagerly. “It’s +still early.”</p> +<p>The old guide shook his head as he paddled into +deeper water. “It’s jest a long, hard row and there +hain’t nothin’ there. I’m takin’ ye to a place where +some purty pink orchids grow. Then we’ll turn +back.”</p> +<p>Penny suddenly sat up very straight, listening intently.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_112">[112]</div> +<p>From some distance away came a faint, metallic +pounding sound.</p> +<p>“What’s that noise?” she asked, puzzled.</p> +<p>The old trapper also was listening alertly.</p> +<p>Again the strange noise was repeated. Bing-ping-ping! +Ping-ping!</p> +<p>“It sounds like someone pounding on a sheet of +metal!” exclaimed Penny. “I’d say it’s coming from +the edge of the swamp—perhaps Lookout Island!”</p> +<p>The trapper nodded, still listening.</p> +<p>Again they heard the pounding which seemed in a +queer pattern of dots and dashes.</p> +<p>“It’s a code!” Penny declared excitedly. “Perhaps +a message is being sent to someone hiding here in the +swamp!”</p> +<p>“In all the times I’ve been in these waters, I never +before heard nothin’ like that,” the guide admitted. +“I wonder—”</p> +<p>“Yes?” Penny prodded eagerly.</p> +<p>But the old guide did not complete the thought. +The boat now was drifting in a narrow run where +boughs hung low over the water, causing the three +occupants to lean far forward to avoid being brushed.</p> +<p>A tiny scream came from Louise’s lips. The bow +of the skiff where she sat had poked its nose against a +protruding tree root.</p> +<p>Within inches of her face, staring unblinkingly into +her eyes, was a large, ugly reptile!</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_113">[113]</div> +<h2 id="c15"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">15</span> +<br /><i>BEYOND THE BOARDWALK</i></h2> +<p>“Steady! Steady!” warned the old swamper as +Louise shrank back in horror from the big snake. +“Don’t move or he’ll strike!”</p> +<p>Digging his paddle into the slimy bed of the narrow +run, Trapper Joe inched the skiff backwards. Should +the boat jar against the tree root, he knew the snake +almost certainly would strike its poisonous fangs into +Louise’s face.</p> +<p>“Hurry!” she whispered.</p> +<p>Slowly the skiff moved backwards through the still +water, until at last it lay at a safe distance. The snake +had not moved from its resting place.</p> +<p>Now that the danger was over, Louise collapsed +with a shudder.</p> +<p>“You saved me!” she declared gratefully.</p> +<p>“It weren’t nothin’,” he replied as he sought another +run. “There’s thousands o’ varmints like him in this +swamp.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_114">[114]</div> +<p>“And to think Penny and I dared come here by ourselves +the other day! We didn’t realize how dangerous +it was!”</p> +<p>The incident had so unnerved both of the girls, that +some minutes elapsed before they recalled the strange +pounding sound which had previously held their attention.</p> +<p>“I don’t hear it now,” Penny said, listening intently. +“Just before we ran into that snake, you were about +to say something, Joe.”</p> +<p>The guide stopped paddling a moment. “Was I +now?” he asked. “I don’t recollect.”</p> +<p>“We were talking about the strange noise. You +said you never had heard anything like it before in +the swamp. Then you added—‘I wonder—’”</p> +<p>“Jest a-thinkin’,” Joe said, picking up the paddle +once more. “One does a lot o’ that in the swamp.”</p> +<p>“And not much talking,” rejoined Penny, slightly +annoyed. “What do you think made the noise?”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t rightly say.”</p> +<p>Realizing it was useless to question the old man +further, Penny dropped the subject. However, she +was convinced that Joe had at least a theory as to the +cause of the strange pounding sound.</p> +<p>“He knows a lot he isn’t telling,” she thought. +“But I’ll never get a word out of him by asking.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_115">[115]</div> +<p>If Joe were unwilling to discuss the signal-like tappings, +he showed no reluctance in telling the girls +about the swamp itself.</p> +<p>Wild turkey, one of the wariest fowls in the area, +could be found only on the islands far interior, they +learned. Although there were more than a dozen +species of snakes, only three needed to be feared, the +rattlers, the coral snake, and the cottonmouth.</p> +<p>“Ye have to be keerful when yer passin’ under tunnels +o’ overhanging limbs,” Old Joe explained. “Sometimes +they’ll be hangin’ solid with little snakes.”</p> +<p>“Don’t tell us any more,” Louise pleaded. “I’m +rapidly losing enthusiasm for this place!”</p> +<p>“Snakes mostly minds their own business ’less a feller +goes botherin’ ’em,” Trapper Joe remarked. “Too +bad more folks ain’t that way.”</p> +<p>The boat floated on, and the heat rising from +the water became increasingly unpleasant. Penny +mopped her face with a handkerchief and considered +asking the old man to turn back.</p> +<p>Before she could speak, Joe who had been peering +intently at the shore, veered the skiff in that direction.</p> +<p>“Are the orchids here?” Louise asked in surprise.</p> +<p>Old Joe shook his head. “Jest want to look at +something,” he remarked.</p> +<p>He brought the skiff to shore, and looking carefully +about for snakes, stepped out.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_116">[116]</div> +<p>“May we go with you?” asked Penny, whose limbs +had become cramped from sitting so long in one position.</p> +<p>“Kin if yer a mind to, but I only aim to look at that +dead campfire.”</p> +<p>“A campfire?” Penny questioned. “Where?”</p> +<p>The old trapper pointed to a barren, dry spot a few +feet back from the water’s edge, where a circle of +ashes and a few charred pieces of wood lay.</p> +<p>“Why, I hadn’t noticed it,” Penny said. Wondering +why the trapper should be interested in a campfire, +she started to ask, but thought better of it. By remaining +silent, she might learn—certainly not if she +inquired directly.</p> +<p>Trapper Joe gazed briefly at the camp-site, kicking +the dead embers with the toe of his heavy boot.</p> +<p>“Thet fire hain’t very old—must have been built +last night,” he observed.</p> +<p>“By a swamper, I suppose,” said Penny casually. +“One of the Hawkins’ family perhaps.”</p> +<p>“It hain’t likely they’d be comin’ here after nightfall. +An’ that fire never was built by a swamper.”</p> +<p>“Then a stranger must be hiding in the area!” Penny +cried. “Danny Deevers!”</p> +<p>“Maybe so, but Danny was city-bred and never +could survive long in the wilds. One night here would +likely be his last.”</p> +<p>“Supposing someone who knew the swamp were +helping him?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_117">[117]</div> +<p>“Thet would make it easier, but it weren’t Danny +Deevers who built this fire.”</p> +<p>“How can you be so positive?”</p> +<p>“Deevers was a big man, weren’t he?”</p> +<p>“Why, fairly large, I guess.”</p> +<p>“Then would he be leavin’ little tracks?” Joe +pointed to several shoeprints visible in the soft muck. +“This man, whoever he be, didn’t have anyone campin’ +with him. Leastwise, there hain’t no tracks except +from the one kind o’ shoe.”</p> +<p>“I guess you’re right,” agreed Penny, disappointed +to have her theory exploded. “I wonder who did +camp here?”</p> +<p>“I’m a-wonderin’ myself,” replied the old trapper. +“If it’s the feller thet stole my gun, I’d like pow’ful +well to catch up with him.”</p> +<p>Joe inspected the ground for some distance inland, +satisfying himself that no one was about. As they +returned to the boat, he said thoughtfully:</p> +<p>“Not in years heve I been as far as Black Island, but +I’ve got an itch to go there now.”</p> +<p>“Good!” chuckled Penny. “I want to see the place +myself.”</p> +<p>“It’s a long, hard row. I couldn’t rightly take +you’uns.”</p> +<p>“Why not?”</p> +<p>“Fer one thing, I hain’t sure what I’ll find at the +island.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_118">[118]</div> +<p>“All the better,” laughed Penny.</p> +<p>But the old trapper was not to be persuaded. “The +trip ain’t one fer young’uns. Likewise, with three in +a boat, it’s hard goin’. Part o’ the way, the run’s so +shallow, ye have to pole.”</p> +<p>“In a polite way, he’s telling us we’re excess baggage,” +Louise said, grinning at Penny. “To me it +sounds like a long, hot trip.”</p> +<p>“I kin go another day,” said the trapper. “There +hain’t no hurry.”</p> +<p>“But you’re well on your way there now,” Penny +remarked. “How long would it take to go and return +here—that is, if you went alone?”</p> +<p>“Two hours if I made it fast.”</p> +<p>“Then why not go?” Penny urged generously. +“Isn’t there somewhere Louise and I could wait?”</p> +<p>“Without a boat?” Louise interposed in alarm.</p> +<p>“I hain’t suggestin’ ye do it,” said the old trapper. +“But there is a safe place ye could wait.”</p> +<p>“Where?” asked Penny.</p> +<p>“On the plank walk.”</p> +<p>“Does it extend so far into the swamp?”</p> +<p>“This is a section of an old walk that was put in +years ago,” Joe explained. “It used to hook up with +the planking at the entranceway, but it went to pieces. +Folks never went to the trouble to rebuild this section.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_119">[119]</div> +<p>“All right, take us there,” Penny urged, ignoring +Louise’s worried frown. “If we’re above the water, +we should be safe enough.”</p> +<p>The old trapper rowed the girls on a few yards to a +series of shallow bays where water lilies and fragrant +pink orchids grew in profusion. As they drew in +their breath at the beautiful sight, he chuckled with +pleasure.</p> +<p>“Purty, hain’t it?” he asked. “Gatherin’ posies +should keep ye busy for awhile. The boardwalk’s +right here, and goes on fer quite a spell before it plays +out. If ye stay on the walk, you’ll be safe until I git +back.”</p> +<p>Louise gazed with misgiving at the old planks which +were decayed and broken. As she and Penny alighted, +the boards swayed at nearly every step.</p> +<p>“I’ll pick ye up right here, soon’s I can,” the old +guide promised. “If ye keep to the shade, ye won’t +git so much sunburn.”</p> +<p>“What if you shouldn’t get back before nightfall,” +Louise said nervously. “Wouldn’t we be stranded +here?”</p> +<p>“I’ll git back.”</p> +<p>“Where does the walk lead?” Penny asked.</p> +<p>“Nowheres in particular any more. Ye’d best not +foller it far. Jest wait fer me purty close here, and I’ll +be back soon’s I kin.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_120">[120]</div> +<p>Reaching into the bottom of the skiff, the trapper +tossed a parcel of lunch to Penny.</p> +<p>“Here’s some meat if ye git hongry while I’m gone. +Mind ye stay on the planks!”</p> +<p>With this final warning, Joe paddled away and soon +was lost to view behind the tall bushes.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_121">[121]</div> +<h2 id="c16"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">16</span> +<br /><i>TREED BY A BOAR</i></h2> +<p>Left to themselves, Penny and Louise walked a +few steps on the sagging planks which had been nailed +to tree stumps. The boards beneath them creaked +protestingly and dipped nearly into the water.</p> +<p>“We must have been crazy!” Louise exclaimed. +“We’ll die of boredom waiting here. Two hours +too!”</p> +<p>“It is a long time.”</p> +<p>“And if Joe shouldn’t come back, we’re stranded—absolutely +stranded.”</p> +<p>“We did take a chance, Louise, but I’m sure Joe can +be trusted.”</p> +<p>“He seems all right, but what do we really know +about him?” Louise argued. “If anything queer is +going on here in the swamp, he may be mixed up in it!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_122">[122]</div> +<p>“I thought about that,” Penny admitted. “Anyway, +if we’re to learn anything, we had to take a certain +amount of chance. I’m sure everything will be all +right.”</p> +<p>Slowly they walked on along the rickety planks, +now and then bending down to pluck a water lily. +Louise quickly jerked back her hand as a water snake +slithered past.</p> +<p>“Ugh!” she gasped. “Another one of those horrid +things!”</p> +<p>Interested to learn where the planks led, the girls +followed the bridge-like trail among the trees. Louise, +however, soon grew tired. As they presently came +to a stump which offered a perfect resting place, she +sat down.</p> +<p>“This is as far as I’m going,” she announced.</p> +<p>“But we have lots of time to explore, Louise. Don’t +you want to learn where this boardwalk goes?”</p> +<p>“Not at the risk of falling into the water! At any +rate, I’m tired. If you want to explore, go on alone. +I’ll wait for you here.”</p> +<p>Penny hesitated, reluctant to leave her chum alone.</p> +<p>“Sure you won’t mind, Louise?”</p> +<p>“I’d much rather wait here. Please go on. I know +you’ll never rest until you reach the end of the walk.”</p> +<p>Thus urged. Penny, with the package of lunch still +tucked under her arm, picked her way carefully along.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_123">[123]</div> +<p>The board path curved on between the trees for +some distance only to end abruptly where boards had +rotted and floated away. After a break of several yards, +the walk picked up again for a short ways, but Penny +had no intention of wading through water to follow +it further.</p> +<p>Pausing to rest before starting back, she noticed +beyond the water oaks a narrow stretch of higher land +covered with dense, wild growth. Above the trees a +huge buzzard soared lazily.</p> +<p>“Ugly bird!” she thought, watching its flight.</p> +<p>Penny was about to turn and retrace her steps, when +she noticed something else—footsteps in the muck +not far from the end of the boardwalk.</p> +<p>“Someone has been here recently,” she reflected. +“Those prints must have been made since the last +rain.”</p> +<p>Even from some distance away. Penny could see that +the shoemarks were small ones.</p> +<p>“Probably the person who made them is the same +fellow who built the campfire,” she thought. “Wonder +where the footprints lead?”</p> +<p>Penny tried to draw her eyes away, but the footprints +fascinated and challenged her. She longed to +investigate them further. However, she had not forgotten +Trapper Joe’s warning that it was unsafe to +leave the boardwalk.</p> +<p>“If I watch out for snakes and only go a short ways, +what harm can it do?” she reasoned.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_124">[124]</div> +<p>A moment more and Penny was off the walk, treading +her way cautiously along the muddy bank. She +paused to listen.</p> +<p>All was very quiet—so still that it gave the girl an +uneasy feeling, as if she were being watched by a +multitude of hostile eyes.</p> +<p>The footprints led to a large tree in a fairly open +area. On one of the low, overhanging bushes, a bit +of dark wool had been snagged.</p> +<p>“Someone climbed up there either to rest or sleep,” +Penny thought.</p> +<p>In the bushes close by, the girl heard a faint, rustling +sound.</p> +<p>“Who’s there?” she called sharply.</p> +<p>No one answered. All was still for a moment. +Then again she heard the whisper of disturbed leaves.</p> +<p>Penny’s flesh began to creep. Suddenly losing all +interest in the footprints, she decided to beat a hasty +retreat to the boardwalk.</p> +<p>The decision came too late. Before she could move, +a dozen big rooters led by an old gray boar, swarmed +out of the bushes, surrounding her.</p> +<p>Too frightened and startled to cry out, Penny huddled +back against the tree trunk. The rooters had +spread out in a circle and slowly were coming closer.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_125">[125]</div> +<p>Retreat to the safety of the boardwalk was completely +cut off. The leader of the pack now was so +near that she plainly could see his razor-sharp ivory +tusks. In another moment, the animal would attack.</p> +<p>Throwing off the paralysis of fear which gripped +her, Penny swung herself into the lowermost branch +of the big trees. The package of lunch she had carried, +dropped from her hand, falling at the base of the +trunk.</p> +<p>Instantly, the rooters were upon it, tearing savagely +at the meat and at each other. Sick with horror, Penny +clung desperately to the tree limb.</p> +<p>“If I slip now, I’m a gonner!” she thought. “Those +rooters are half starved. If I fall, they’ll attack me!”</p> +<p>Penny considered shouting for Louise, but dismissed +the thought as quickly as it came. Her chum probably +was too far away to hear her cries. If she did come, +unarmed as she was, she might leave the boardwalk +only to endanger herself.</p> +<p>“Louise can’t help me,” Penny told herself. “I +brought this on myself by not heeding Old Joe’s warning. +Now it’s up to me to get out of the mess the best +way I can.”</p> +<p>The girl lay still on the limb, trying not to draw +the attention of the rooters. Once they finished the +meat, she was hopeful they would go away. Then she +could make a dash for the walk.</p> +<p>Grunting and squealing, the rooters devoured the +meat and looked about for more. To Penny’s relief, +they gradually wandered off—all except the old boar.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_126">[126]</div> +<p>The leader of the pack stayed close to the big tree, +eyeing the girl in the tree wickedly. Even in the dim +light she could plainly see his evil little eyes and working +jaws.</p> +<p>“Go away you big brute!” she muttered.</p> +<p>Penny’s perch on the limb was a precarious one and +her arms began to ache from the strain of holding on. +Unsuccessfully, she tried to shift into a more comfortable +position.</p> +<p>“I may be treed here for hours!” she thought. “Can +I hold on that long?”</p> +<p>The old boar showed no disposition to move off, +but kept circling the tree. It seemed to the now desperate +Penny, that the animal sensed she was weakening +and only awaited the moment when she would +tumble down to the ground.</p> +<p>Breaking off a small tree branch she hurled it defiantly +at the boar. The act caused her to lose her +balance. Frantically, she clawed for a foothold but +could not obtain it. Down she slipped to the base of +the tree.</p> +<p>The old boar, quick to see his opportunity, charged. +With a scream of terror, Penny leaped aside and the +animal rushed past, squealing in rage at having missed +his prey.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_127">[127]</div> +<p>Even now, the boar stood between the girl and the +plank walk. The tree from which she had fallen, offered +her only refuge, and as she measured her chances, +she realized that the probability of regaining the limb +was a slim one.</p> +<p><a href="#front">The boar had turned and was coming for her again.</a></p> +<p>But at that instant, as Penny froze in terror, a shot +was fired from somewhere in the bushes behind her. +The bullet went straight and true, stopping the boar +in his tracks. He grunted, rolled over, twitched twice, +and lay still.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_128">[128]</div> +<h2 id="c17"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">17</span> +<br /><i>RESCUE</i></h2> +<p>With a sob of relief, Penny whirled around to +thank her rescuer. Through the thick leaves of the +bushes she could see the shadowy figure of a man. +But even as she watched, he retreated.</p> +<p>“Wait!” the girl cried.</p> +<p>There was no answer, and before she could call out +a word of thanks for deliverance, the man had vanished.</p> +<p>His disappearance reminded her that though she +had been snatched from the jaws of death, the danger +by no means was over. At any moment the herd of +rooters might return to attack.</p> +<p>Turning, Penny ran swiftly to the planked walk, in +her haste not watching where she stepped. Her boots +sank deeply in muck. Once on the planks well above +the water level, she paused to catch her breath, and +to gaze searchingly toward the bushes. All now was +still.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_129">[129]</div> +<p>“Who could my rescuer have been?” she mused. +“Why didn’t he wait for me to thank him?”</p> +<p>Penny called several times but received no reply. +Finally, giving up, she started slowly back along the +walk toward the bay where she had left Louise.</p> +<p>More than the girl realized, the adventure had unnerved +her. She felt weak all over, and several times +as she gazed steadily at the water, became dizzy and +nearly lost her balance.</p> +<p>“Guess I’m not tough enough for swamp life,” she +reflected. “If ever I get out of here in one piece, I’m +tempted to forget Danny Deevers and let the police +do all the searching.”</p> +<p>Footsteps became audible on the boardwalk some +distance away.</p> +<p>Every sense now alert to danger, Penny halted to +listen.</p> +<p>Someone was coming toward her, moving swiftly +on the creaking planks.</p> +<p>“Penny!” called an agitated voice.</p> +<p>Penny relaxed as she knew that it was her chum. +“Louise!” she answered, running to meet her.</p> +<p>Rounding a clump of bushes, and walking gingerly +on the narrow boards, Louise stopped short as she beheld +her friend.</p> +<p>“Why, you’re as white as a ghost!” she exclaimed. +“And I distinctly heard you shout! What happened? +Did you see a snake?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_130">[130]</div> +<p>“A snake would be mild compared to what I’ve been +through. Were you ever eaten alive?”</p> +<p>“Not that I recall.”</p> +<p>“Well, I escaped it by the skin of my teeth,” Penny +said, rather relishing the adventure now that the story +made such good telling. “I was saved by a mysterious +stranger!”</p> +<p>Louise gazed at her chum anxiously and reached out +to touch her forehead. “You’re hot and feverish,” she +insisted. “This trip has been too much for you.”</p> +<p>“I’m as cool as a piece of artificial ice!” Penny retorted. +“Furthermore, I’m not touched by the heat!”</p> +<p>“Well, something is wrong with you.”</p> +<p>“I’ve just had the fright of my life, that’s all. If +you’ll give me a chance, I’ll tell you what happened.”</p> +<p>“The stage is all yours, sweet. But don’t give me +any tall tale about being rescued by a Prince Charming +disguised as a frog!”</p> +<p>Penny’s lips compressed into a tight line. “I can +see you’ll never believe the truth, Lou. So I’ll prove +it to you! Come with me, and I’ll show you the animal +that nearly made mince meat of me.”</p> +<p>Treading single file, the girls returned the way +Penny had come, to the end of the planks.</p> +<p>“Look over at the base of that big tree,” Penny instructed, +pointing. “What do you see?”</p> +<p>“Nothing.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_131">[131]</div> +<p>“The boar that was shot—why, it should be there!” +Penny scarcely could believe the sight of her own +eyes. “But it’s gone!”</p> +<p>“It’s gone because it never was there. Penny, you’re +suffering from too much heat.”</p> +<p>“I’m not! Neither am I imagining things! That +old boar was there ten minutes ago. Either he came +back to life and went off, or someone dragged him +away.”</p> +<p>“And your mysterious rescuer?” Louise teased. +“What became of him?”</p> +<p>“I wish I knew! Lou, I’m not imagining any of this! +Surely you must have heard the shot?”</p> +<p>“Well, I did hear something that sounded like one.”</p> +<p>“Also, the lunch is gone. All that remains of it, is +the paper lying over there by the tree.”</p> +<p>“I do see a newspaper,” Louise conceded.</p> +<p>“And that broken tree branch lying on the ground? +I was up the tree and threw it at the boar. That’s +how I lost my balance and fell.”</p> +<p>Louise now was convinced the story had solid foundation. +“Start from the beginning,” she urged.</p> +<p>Penny related what had occurred, rather building +up the scene in which she had been delivered from +death by the bullet shot from behind a bush.</p> +<p>“Whoever the man is, he must be somewhere close +by,” Louise said when she had finished. “Perhaps we +can find him.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_132">[132]</div> +<p>“Not a chance! He’s deliberately hiding. Besides, +I know better than to leave the walk again. It’s dangerous!”</p> +<p>“In that case we may as well go back and wait for +Joe,” Louise said.</p> +<p>Treading their way carefully, the girls returned to +the far end of the boardwalk. To their surprise, they +saw a boat approaching.</p> +<p>“Why, it looks like Joe in the skiff!” Penny commented. +“But he isn’t due back for a long while yet.”</p> +<p>Watching the oncoming boat for a moment, Louise +said: “It’s Joe all right, and he’s coming fast. Something +must be wrong.”</p> +<p>Soon the guide brought the skiff alongside the sagging +boardwalk.</p> +<p>“I heard a shot and started back,” he explained. “I +sure am glad to see both o’ ye safe.”</p> +<p>Before Penny could do so, Louise told Joe what had +befallen her chum.</p> +<p>“Ye could have been kilt by that old boar,” he said +soberly. “It was the package o’ meat that drew them +rooters to the tree. They hain’t likely to attack a +human lest they’re half starved.”</p> +<p>“I wish I knew who saved me,” Penny said. “Could +it have been one of the Hawkins’ boys?”</p> +<p>“From the sound, I’d say that shot weren’t fired +from their rifles. More’n likely it came from my own +gun!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_133">[133]</div> +<p>“The stolen one?”</p> +<p>“That’s what I’m a-thinkin’. If I could see the bullet +that was fired, I could tell fer sure.”</p> +<p>“The boar disappeared and the bullet with him,” +Penny said. “That’s another queer thing.”</p> +<p>“Whoever kilt the critter may have drug him off, or +maybe the animal was only stunned.” The guide +squinted at the lowering sun. “I’d like powe’ful well +to see the place, but it’s gitten late. We gotta git +back.”</p> +<p>“What did you learn at Black Island?” Louise asked +as she and Penny climbed into the skiff.</p> +<p>“Never got half way there,” the guide said in disgust. +“Since I went in last time, the main channel’s +clogged thick with hyacinths. To find yer way in +now’s a half day’s job.”</p> +<p>“Can’t we try again tomorrow?” Penny asked +eagerly.</p> +<p>The old guide gazed at her quizzically as he dipped +his paddle. “Hain’t ye had enough o’ the swamp after +today, young’un?”</p> +<p>“When that old boar came for me, I told myself +if ever I got safely away, I’d never come again. But +that was only a passing impulse. Black Island interests +me.”</p> +<p>“It’s the most dangerous part of the swamp.”</p> +<p>“Because of wild animals, you mean?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_134">[134]</div> +<p>“There’s lots wuss things than animals,” said the +old guide soberly.</p> +<p>“For instance?”</p> +<p>Trapper Joe ignored Penny’s question. Becoming +as one deaf, he propelled the skiff with powerful +strokes.</p> +<p>Penny waited patiently, but the guide showed no +inclination to say more about Black Island.</p> +<p>“Shall we make it tomorrow?” she inquired presently.</p> +<p>“Make what?” Joe’s wrinkled face was blank.</p> +<p>“Why, I mean, shall we visit Black Island!”</p> +<p>“I hate to disappoint ye, but we hain’t a-goin’.”</p> +<p>“You may be busy tomorrow. Later in the week +perhaps?”</p> +<p>“Not tomorrer nor never. I hain’t takin’ the responsibility +o’ bringin’ ye young’uns into the swamp +agin.”</p> +<p>“But why?” wailed Penny. “I wish now I hadn’t +told you about that old boar!”</p> +<p>“It hain’t the boar that’s got me worried.”</p> +<p>“Then you must be afraid of something on Black +Island—something you learned today and are keeping +to yourself!”</p> +<p>“Maybe that’s it,” returned Joe briefly. “Anyhow, +we hain’t goin’. And it won’t do no good to try +coaxin’ me with yer female wiles. My mind’s +made up!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_135">[135]</div> +<p>Having delivered himself of this ultimatum, the +guide plied his paddle steadily.</p> +<p>The set of his jaw warned Penny it would be useless +to tease. With a discouraged sigh, she settled down +into the bottom of the skiff to think.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_136">[136]</div> +<h2 id="c18"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">18</span> +<br /><i>WANTED—A GUIDE</i></h2> +<p>Since the eventful trip to the swamp, several days +now had elapsed, and from Penny’s viewpoint, nothing +of consequence had happened.</p> +<p>Each day the <i>Riverview Star</i> carried a story giving +details of the police search for Danny Deevers, and +on each succeeding morning the account became +shorter, with less new information.</p> +<p>Twice, it was rumored police were closing in on the +escaped convict, and twice the rumor proved false.</p> +<p>At the request of Salt Sommers and Jerry Livingston, +posses made several searches of the outer swamp +area. However, no trace of the missing man was +found, and investigators quickly switched their activities +elsewhere.</p> +<p>Spurred by the <i>Star’s</i> reward offer, clues, anonymous +and otherwise, came to both the newspaper and +police officials. All proved worthless.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_137">[137]</div> +<p>“It begins to look as if Danny has pulled out of this +territory,” Mr. Parker remarked to Penny late one +afternoon as she sat in his office at the plant. “At +least he’s made no further attempt to carry out his +threat against Jerry.”</p> +<p>“Maybe he’s only lying low and waiting until the +police search cools off a little.”</p> +<p>“Quite possible,” the publisher agreed, frowning as +he fingered a paperweight. “In that case, Jerry is in +real danger. I’ll never feel entirely easy in my mind +until Deevers is behind bars again.”</p> +<p>“Speaking of me, Chief?” inquired a voice from the +doorway.</p> +<p>Jerry stood there, a long streamer of pasted copy +paper in his hand. He had written a story of a political +squabble at city hall, and needed Mr. Parker’s approval +before handing it over to the typesetters.</p> +<p>The publisher quickly read the article, pencilled an +“okay” at the top, and returned it to the reporter.</p> +<p>“Good stuff, Jerry,” he approved. “By the way, +any news of Danny Deevers?”</p> +<p>“Nothing new.”</p> +<p>“Jerry, I can’t help feeling he’s hiding either in the +swamp or somewhere close by,” Penny interposed +eagerly. “At least something queer is going on out +there.”</p> +<p>“That’s what Salt thinks. We were out there last +night.”</p> +<p>“In the swamp?” Penny asked, caught by surprise.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_138">[138]</div> +<p>“Not in it, but near the Hawkins’ place.”</p> +<p>“What did you learn, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“Frankly, nothing. You remember that swamp +road where you and Salt saw the truck?”</p> +<p>“Yes, of course.”</p> +<p>“We watched there for quite awhile around midnight.”</p> +<p>“Did you see the truck stop there again?”</p> +<p>“No, but we thought we saw a couple of men at the +edge of the swamp—apparently waiting for someone. +We tried to sneak up close, but I’m afraid we gave +ourselves away. Anyway, they vanished back among +the trees.”</p> +<p>“Did you notice or hear anything else unusual, +Jerry?”</p> +<p>“Well, no. Not unless you’d call pounding on a +dishpan out of the ordinary.”</p> +<p>“A dishpan!” Penny exclaimed. “Who did it?”</p> +<p>“We couldn’t tell. Salt and I heard the sound soon +after we had passed the Hawkins’ place on our way +toward the swamp.”</p> +<p>“What sort of sound was it?”</p> +<p>“Just a metallic tap-tap-tap. It may not have been +on a dishpan.”</p> +<p>“Were the taps in code, Jerry?”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t have been a very complicated one for +the pounding only lasted a minute or two. It was irregular +though.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_139">[139]</div> +<p>“Then I’m sure it was a code!” Penny cried. +“Louise and I heard the same sound when we were +with Trapper Joe in the boat!”</p> +<p>“Did the noise come from outside the swamp?”</p> +<p>“Inside, I’d say.”</p> +<p>“Then we may not have heard the same thing. The +pounding noise Salt and I noticed, came from the +direction of the Hawkins’ farm. It may have had no +significance.”</p> +<p>Before Jerry could say more, Editor DeWitt called +him to the copy desk. Mr. Parker turned again to his +daughter.</p> +<p>“Penny, if I were you, I’d try to forget Danny +Deevers,” he advised. “Whatever you do, don’t go +into the swamp again unless you’re with Joe or another +guide. Better still, don’t go at all.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Dad!”</p> +<p>“No good can come of it. Do I have your promise, +Penny?”</p> +<p>“But I feel I should try to recover Louise’s dog!”</p> +<p>“We’ll buy her a new pet.”</p> +<p>“It won’t be Bones.”</p> +<p>“The chance that the dog ever will be found is slim,” +Mr. Parker said. “In any case, he’s not worth the risk +of trying to find him. Your promise, Penny?”</p> +<p>“That I won’t go in without a guide?” she asked, +seizing upon the lesser of two evils. “All right, I +promise.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_140">[140]</div> +<p>The next day it rained, keeping Penny closely confined +at home. However, the following morning gave +promise of being sunny and pleasant.</p> +<p>Arising early, she packed a lunch for herself, dressed +in hiking clothes with heavy boots, and was ready to +leave the house by the time Mrs. Weems came downstairs +for breakfast.</p> +<p>“Up so early, Penny?” she inquired.</p> +<p>“Just going on a little trip. Don’t expect me back +very early.”</p> +<p>The housekeeper regarded her severely. “Penny +Parker, you’re not going to the swamp again!”</p> +<p>“Figured I might.”</p> +<p>“Does your father know you’re going?”</p> +<p>“We talked it over a day or so ago. He doesn’t +mind so long as I go with Trapper Joe or another +guide.”</p> +<p>“In that case I suppose I can’t object,” Mrs. Weems +sighed. “Mind, you don’t set foot in the swamp without +someone along!”</p> +<p>“I’ve already given my promise to Dad.”</p> +<p>“And do be careful,” the housekeeper added. “I’ll +not feel easy until you’re back.”</p> +<p>Though neither she nor Penny knew it then, the +girl’s absence from home was to be a long one, and +both were to have many uncomfortable moments before +her return.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_141">[141]</div> +<p>Reaching the swamp sometime later, Penny parked +the car and walked to Trapper Joe’s shack on the +creek.</p> +<p>The old guide was sitting on the sagging porch, his +feet propped on the railing. Catching sight of Penny +he frowned slightly, but as she came up, greeted her +in a friendly way.</p> +<p>“’Mawnin’,” he said briefly. “What’s on yer mind +this time?”</p> +<p>“Can’t you guess?” Penny asked, sitting down on a +step at his feet.</p> +<p>“If yer wantin’ me to take you into the swamp agin, +yer only wastin’ yer words. I hain’t got the time.”</p> +<p>“I’ll pay you well.”</p> +<p>“It hain’t the money.”</p> +<p>“Then why do you refuse to take me in?”</p> +<p>“Tole ye, didn’t I? I got work to do.”</p> +<p>Penny knew that Joe was only making excuses, for +obviously, one day was very like another in his care-free +life.</p> +<p>“What work do you have this morning that can’t +wait, Joe?”</p> +<p>“Well, fer one thing I gotta smoke out a swarm o’ +bees and git me a nice mess o’ honey fer winter. Want +to go with me?”</p> +<p>“Into the swamp?”</p> +<p>“No, this tree hain’t in the swamp.”</p> +<p>“Then I don’t want to go. Joe, I think you’re stubborn! +You know how much this trip means to me.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_142">[142]</div> +<p>“Reckon I do.”</p> +<p>“Then why not take me? Tell me your reason for +refusing.”</p> +<p>Old Joe gazed steadily at Penny and for a moment +seemed on the verge of making interesting revelations. +But to her disappointment, he shook his head.</p> +<p>“Jest don’t wanter go, thet’s all.”</p> +<p>“You learned something the other day when we +were in the swamp!” Penny accused. “You’re keeping +it from me—probably to protect someone! Isn’t +that it?”</p> +<p>“Hain’t saying.”</p> +<p>“You know Danny Deevers is hidden somewhere in +the swamp! You’re helping to protect him!”</p> +<p>Old Joe’s feet came down from the railing with a +thump. “Now that hain’t so!” he denied. “I got no +time fer the likes o’ Danny Deevers. If I knowed +where he is, I’d give him up to the law.”</p> +<p>“Well, someone is hiding there! I heard Ezekiel +Hawkins talking on Lookout Point, didn’t I? We +found the dead campfire. Your gun was stolen, and +later a mysterious person rescued me when I was +treed by the boar.”</p> +<p>“Could have been one o’ the Hawkins.”</p> +<p>“You don’t honestly believe that, Joe.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_143">[143]</div> +<p>“No, reckon I don’t,” the guide sighed. “You sure +kin shoot questions at a feller faster’n these new Army +rockets I hear tell about. I’d like to tell ye what ye +want to know, but there’s things best not talked about. +Knowin’ too much kin be dangerous.”</p> +<p>Penny scarcely could hide her annoyance, for several +times now the guide had made similar hints.</p> +<p>“I don’t trust the Hawkins’ family at all,” she announced. +“If they’re not involved with Danny +Deevers, they’re up to something here in the swamp. +Otherwise, why would they be so mean?”</p> +<p>“The Hawkins’ family always has been mean an’ +ornery.”</p> +<p>“Another thing—” Penny started to mention how +she and Salt had seen large containers of some unknown +product being removed from the swamp, but +broke off as she decided to keep the information to +herself.</p> +<p>“Yeah?” inquired the guide.</p> +<p>“Nothing,” replied Penny. “If you won’t take me +into the swamp, is there anyone else who will?”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t say fer sure,” Joe replied, “but I reckon +I’m the only guide herebouts fer maybe fifty miles.”</p> +<p>“Won’t you reconsider?”</p> +<p>“You put up a powe’ful strong argument, young’un, +but I gotta say no fer yer own good.”</p> +<p>“You’ve certainly ruined all my plans,” Penny said +crossly. “Well, since you won’t help me, I’ll say +goodbye.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_144">[144]</div> +<p>Back in the car once more, she could not bring herself +to return home so early in the morning. Debating +a moment, she drove to the homestead of the Widow +Jones.</p> +<p>Dressed in a bright calico dress, the woman sat under +a shade tree skillfully cutting up the meat of a turtle +and dropping it into a pan of cold water.</p> +<p>As Penny walked across the weed-choked yard, she +looked up in a startled way, but smiled as she recognized +the girl.</p> +<p>“I’m fixin’ to have me a nice soup,” she explained. +“Ye cook the turtle with diced carrots, potatoes, okra, +and tomatoes and serve it piping hot. Ever et any?”</p> +<p>“No, I never have,” Penny replied, watching the +preparations with interest. “It sounds good.”</p> +<p>“Ye kin stay and have dinner with me,” the woman +invited. “I’ll fix some flour biscuits and we’ll have a +right nice meal.”</p> +<p>“I’m afraid I’ll have to get back home,” Penny said +regretfully. “My trip here today was a failure.”</p> +<p>Because the Widow Jones gave her an inquiring look +of sympathy, she explained that Trapper Joe had refused +to take her into the swamp. She went on to tell +why the trip meant so much to her, and of her belief +that a clever investigator who knew the area might find +clues which would lead to the capture of Danny +Deevers.</p> +<p>“So Joe wouldn’t take ye?” the Widow Jones inquired +softly. “Why?”</p> +<p>“He says it’s dangerous.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_145">[145]</div> +<p>“And since when has Joe got so a-feared of his +shadow?”</p> +<p>“It did sound like an excuse to me. I think he knows +what is going on in the swamp, and wants no part +of it.”</p> +<p>“Ye say it means a lot to ye to make the trip?”</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, I’d do it in a minute, if I could find anyone +who knows the channels. But Joe says he’s the +only guide for fifty miles around.”</p> +<p>Mrs. Jones slapped the last piece of turtle meat into +the water with a splash. She arose, gathering her long +skirts about her.</p> +<p>“Joe’s maybe fergettin’ that as a gal, my paw taught +me every crook and turn of the swamp. Hain’t been +in there fer quite a spell now, but I got a hankerin’ to +go agin.”</p> +<p>Penny stared at her incredulously.</p> +<p>“You mean you’ll take me?” she demanded. “Today? +Now?”</p> +<p>“I’ve got a quilt I should be piecin’ on this afternoon, +but hit can wait. If you hain’t afeared to place +yerself in my hands, I’ll take you.”</p> +<p>“I’ll jump at the chance! But do you have a boat?”</p> +<p>“We’ll make Joe lend us his!” the widow said +grimly. “And if he tries squirmin’, well, I know how +to handle him!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_146">[146]</div> +<h2 id="c19"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">19</span> +<br /><i>PENNY’S PLAN</i></h2> +<p>Making elaborate preparations for the trip +into the swamp, Mrs. Jones packed a lunch, and +donned a huge straw hat and stout boots.</p> +<p>However, she did not change the long, flowing +skirt, which flopped about her ankles as she and Penny +walked through the meadow to Trapper Joe’s dock.</p> +<p>From the porch, the old guide saw the pair and +watched them warily.</p> +<p>“We’re takin’ yer boat, Joe,” the widow called to +him from the creek’s edge. “We’re makin’ a little +trip into the swamp.”</p> +<p>Joe pulled himself from the chair and came quickly +to the dock.</p> +<p>“Hold on now!” he protested. “Two wimmin +can’t go alone into the swamp! Leastwise, not beyond +Lookout Point.”</p> +<p>“Says who?” retorted the widow, already untying +the boat.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_147">[147]</div> +<p>“That young ’un’s talked you into goin’ to Black +Island! Ye can’t do it. You’ll git lost in one o’ the +false channels. The hyacinths are bad this year.”</p> +<p>The widow hesitated, then tossed her head as she +dropped the package of lunch into the skiff.</p> +<p>“Ye forgit I was swamp raised! Git me the paddles +and a pole, Joe. Don’t stand there gawkin’.”</p> +<p>“No wimmin ever went as far as Black Island. It +hain’t safe!”</p> +<p>“My Paw took me there when I was a little girl. I +hain’t forgittin’ the way.”</p> +<p>“Ye’r stubborn as a mule!” Joe accused, glaring at +her. “If you’re dead set on goin’, I see I’ll have to +give in and go with ye. But it’s agin my best judgment.”</p> +<p>“No one asked ye to go with us, Joe,” the widow +said tartly. “We aim to make this trip by ourselves. +Jest git the paddles and pole.”</p> +<p>Joe threw up his hands in a gesture of defeat and +started slowly for the shack. “Wimmin!” he muttered. +“There jest hain’t no sense in ’em!”</p> +<p>He took his time inside the shack, but finally returned +with the requested paddles and pole.</p> +<p>“There ye are!” he snapped. “But I’m warnin’ ye, +if ye git into trouble or lost, don’t expect me to come +after ye.”</p> +<p>“Now I’ll take the kicker motor,” the widow ordered, +paying no heed to his words.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_148">[148]</div> +<p>“Not my motor!” Joe exclaimed defiantly. “I paid +sixty dollars fer it secondhand and I hain’t lettin’ no +female ruin it.”</p> +<p>“Ye can’t expect me to blister my hands rowin’ all +day,” the widow replied. “We aim to make a quick +trip.”</p> +<p>“Ye can’t use the motor in all them hyacinths!”</p> +<p>“Maybe not, but it’ll take us through the open spots +a heap faster. The motor, Joe.”</p> +<p>Grumbling loudly, the guide went to the house once +more. He came back with the motor which he attached +and started for the widow.</p> +<p>“Thank ye kindly, Joe,” she grinned at him as the +boat pulled away from the dock. “I’ll make ye one of +my apple pies when I git back.”</p> +<p>“<i>If ye get back</i>,” the guide corrected morosely.</p> +<p>Propelled by the motor, the skiff sped steadily +through the channel and came presently to the Hawkins’ +farm. The popping of the engine, which could be +heard some distance, drew Mrs. Hawkins to the dock.</p> +<p>She signaled the boat as it drew near.</p> +<p>“Howdy,” the Widow Jones greeted her politely +though with no warmth. She throttled down the +engine and drifted in toward shore.</p> +<p>“Goin’ in fer a little fishin’, I take it,” Mrs. Hawkins +observed by way of inquiry. “But where’s yer fishin’ +poles?”</p> +<p>“Left ’em ter home,” the widow replied.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_149">[149]</div> +<p>“Then you hain’t fishin’.”</p> +<p>“’Pears like yer right smart at usein’ yer eyes,” the +widow agreed dryly.</p> +<p>A slight frown which did not escape Penny, puckered +the farm woman’s forehead. She seemed on the +verge of speaking, then appeared to change her mind. +As the boat drifted on, she watched stolidly.</p> +<p>“Never did like that woman,” Mrs. Jones commented +when the skiff had rounded a bend. “She’s +got sharp eyes, and she don’t approve ’cause we’re +goin’ inter the swamp together.”</p> +<p>“Why should she care?” Penny asked.</p> +<p>“I wonder myself.”</p> +<p>“I’ve noticed that she always seems to be watching +the entrance channel into the swamp,” Penny said +thoughtfully. “Perhaps she is the one who taps out +those signals!”</p> +<p>“Signals? What do you mean, young’un?”</p> +<p>Penny told of the strange pounding noises she had +heard during her previous trip through the swamp.</p> +<p>“I could almost wager Mrs. Hawkins will wait until +we’re a safe distance away, and then signal!” the girl +went on. “Don’t I wish I could catch her though!”</p> +<p>“Maybe ye kin. We could shut off the motor and +drift back and watch.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_150">[150]</div> +<p>Penny’s eyes began to sparkle with excitement. “I’d +love to do it. But won’t she be listening for the sound +of our motor as we go deeper into the swamp? If +she doesn’t hear it, she’s apt to suspect something.”</p> +<p>“Ye’ve got a real head on yer shoulders,” said the +widow approvingly. “By the way, I don’t like to keep +callin’ ye young’un now we’re good friends. What’s +yer name?”</p> +<p>“I thought you knew. I’m sorry. It’s Penny +Parker.”</p> +<p>“Penny! I never did hear o’ a girl named after +money.”</p> +<p>“I wasn’t exactly,” Penny smiled. “My real name +is Penelope, but no one ever liked it. So I’m called +Penny.”</p> +<p>“Penelope, hain’t sich a bad name. That’s what I’ll +call ye.”</p> +<p>“About Mrs. Hawkins—” the girl reminded her.</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, now if ye was a mind to find out about +her, it wouldn’t be so hard.”</p> +<p>“How?”</p> +<p>“We hain’t gone fur into the swamp yet. I could +let ye out here on the bank and ye could slip back +afoot to the bend in the channel.”</p> +<p>“Where I’d be able to watch the house!”</p> +<p>“Ye got the idea, Penelope. All the while, I would +keep goin’ on in the boat until the sound o’ the motor +jest naturally died out. Then I could row back here +and pick ye up agin.”</p> +<p>“Mrs. Jones, you’re the one who has a head on your +shoulders!” Penny cried. “Let’s do it!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_151">[151]</div> +<p>The widow brought the skiff alongside the bank, +steadying it as the girl stepped ashore.</p> +<p>“Ye got a watch?” she asked.</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll meet ye right here in ’bout three-quarters +of an hour. I kin keep track o’ the time by lookin’ at +the sun.”</p> +<p>“That may not give me enough time,” Penny said +anxiously.</p> +<p>“If yer late, I’ll wait fer ye,” the widow promised. +“But try to be here. If ye hain’t we may havter give +up the trip, ’cause it hain’t sensible startin’ in late in the +day.”</p> +<p>“I’ll be here,” Penny assured her. “If nothing happens +in three-quarters of an hour, I’ll just give it up.”</p> +<p>The boat, it’s motor popping steadily, slipped away. +Penny scrambled up the muddy bank, and finding a +well-trod path, walked rapidly toward the Hawkins’ +place.</p> +<p>Soon she came to the bend in the creek, and there +paused. From afar, she could hear the retreating sound +of the skiff’s motor.</p> +<p>Through a break in the bushes, the girl peered +toward the distant farmhouse. To her disappointment, +the yard was now deserted, and Mrs. Hawkins +was nowhere in sight.</p> +<p>“Maybe I was wrong,” Penny thought. “I’d hate to +waste all this valuable time.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_152">[152]</div> +<p>For a half hour she waited. Twice Mrs. Hawkins +came out of the house, once to gather in clothes from +the line and the second time to obtain a pail of water.</p> +<p>“I guess my hunch was crazy,” Penny told herself. +“I’ll have to be starting back to meet Mrs. Jones.”</p> +<p>The sound of the motorboat now had died out +completely, so the girl knew the widow already was +on her way to their appointed meeting place.</p> +<p>Turning away from the bushes, Penny paused for +one last glance at the farmhouse. The yard remained +deserted. But as she sighed in disappointment, the +kitchen door again flew open.</p> +<p>Mrs. Hawkins came outside and walked rapidly +to the shed. She listened attentively for a moment. +Then from a peg on the outside wall, she took down +a big tin dishpan and a huge wooden mixing spoon.</p> +<p>Penny watched with mounting excitement. This +was the moment for which she had waited!</p> +<p>Carefully, the farm woman looked about to be +certain no one was nearby. Then with firm precision, +she beat out a tattoo on the dishpan.</p> +<p>“It’s a signal to someone in the swamp!” guessed +Penny. “In code she is tapping out that Mrs. Jones +and I are on our way into the interior!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_153">[153]</div> +<h2 id="c20"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">20</span> +<br /><i>TRAILING HOD HAWKINS</i></h2> +<p>After Mrs. Hawkins had pounded out the +signal, she hung the dishpan on its peg once more, and +went to the door of the shed. Without opening it, she +spoke to someone inside the building. Penny was +too far away to hear what she said.</p> +<p>In a minute, the woman turned away and vanished +into the house.</p> +<p>Penny waited a little while to be certain Mrs. Hawkins +did not intend to come outside again. Then, with +an uneasy glance at her wrist watch, she stole away to +rejoin Mrs. Jones.</p> +<p>The skiff was drawn up to shore by the time she +reached the appointed meeting place.</p> +<p>“I was jest about to give you up,” the widow remarked +as the girl scrambled into the boat. “Did ye +learn what ye wanted to know?”</p> +<p>Penny told her what she had seen.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_154">[154]</div> +<p>“’Pears you may be right about it bein’ a signal,” +the widow agreed thoughtfully. “We may be able +to learn more too, ’cause whoever had his’n ears tuned +to Ma Hawkins’ signal may figure we’re deep in the +swamp by this time.”</p> +<p>“Let’s keep on the alert as we near Lookout Point,” +Penny urged.</p> +<p>Mrs. Jones nodded and silently dipped the paddle.</p> +<p>Soon they came within view of the point. Passing +beneath an overhanging tree branch, the widow +grasped it with one hand, causing the skiff to swing +sideways into a shelter of leaves.</p> +<p>“See anyone, Penelope?” she whispered.</p> +<p>“Not a soul.”</p> +<p>“Then maybe we was wrong about Ma Hawkins +signalling anyone.”</p> +<p>“But I do see a boat beached on the point!” Penny +added. “And see! Someone is coming out of the +bush now!”</p> +<p>“Hod Hawkins!”</p> +<p>Keeping quiet, the pair in the skiff waited to see +what would happen.</p> +<p>Hod came down to the water’s edge, peering with a +puzzled expression along the waterway. He did not +see the skiff, shielded by leaves and dense shade.</p> +<p>“Hit’s all-fired queer,” they heard him mutter. “I +shore didn’t see no boat pass here this mawnin’. But +Maw musta seen one go by or she wouldn’t heve +pounded the pan.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_155">[155]</div> +<p>Hod sat down on a log, watching the channel. +Penny and Mrs. Jones remained where they were. +Once the current, sluggish as it was, swung the skiff +against a projecting tree root. The resulting jar and +scraping sound seemed very loud to their ears. But +the Hawkins youth did not hear.</p> +<p>Penny and the widow were becoming weary of sitting +in such cramped positions under the tree branch. +To their relief, Hod arose after a few minutes. Reaching +into the hollow log, he removed a tin pan somewhat +smaller than the dishpan Mrs. Hawkins had used +a few minutes earlier.</p> +<p>“He’s going to signal!” Penny whispered excitedly. +“Either to his mother, or someone deeper in the +swamp!”</p> +<p>Already Hod was beating out a pattern on the pan, +very similar to the one the girl had heard before.</p> +<p>After a few minutes, the swamper thrust the pan +back into its hiding place. He hesitated, and then to +the surprise of Penny and Mrs. Jones, stepped into his +boat.</p> +<p>“If he comes this way, he’s certain to see us!” Penny +thought uneasily.</p> +<p>With never a glance toward the leafy hideout, Hod +shoved off, rowing deeper into the swamp.</p> +<p>“Dare we follow him?” whispered Penny.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_156">[156]</div> +<p>“That’s what I aim to do,” the Widow Jones rejoined +grimly. “I hain’t afeared o’ the likes o’ Hod +Hawkins! Moreover, fer a long time, I been calculatin’ +to find out what takes him and Coon so offen +into the swamp.”</p> +<p>“You mean recently don’t you, Mrs. Jones. Just +since Danny Deevers escaped from prison?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know nothin’ about Danny Deevers,” the +widow replied as she picked up the paddle again. “I +do know that the Hawkins’ been up to mischief fer +more’n a year.”</p> +<p>“Then you must have an idea what that city truck +was doing on the swamp road the other night.”</p> +<p>“An idear—yes,” agreed Mrs. Jones. “But I hain’t +sure, and until I am, I hain’t makin’ no accusations.”</p> +<p>Now that Hod’s boat was well away, the widow +noiselessly sent the skiff forward.</p> +<p>“We kin follow close enough to jest about keep him +in sight if we don’t make no noise,” she warned. “But +we gotta be keerful.”</p> +<p>Penny nodded and became silent.</p> +<p>Soon the channel was no more than a path through +high water-grass and floating hyacinths. Hod propelled +his boat with powerful muscles, alternating +with forked pole and paddle. At times, when Penny +took over to give the Widow Jones a “breather,” she +was hard pressed not to lose the trail.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_157">[157]</div> +<p>“We’re headin’ straight fer Black Island, hit ’pears +to me,” Mrs. Jones whispered once. “The channel +don’t look the same though as when I was through +here last. But I reckon if we git lost we kin find our +way out somehow.”</p> +<p>Soon the skiff was inching through a labyrinth of +floating hyacinths; there were few stretches of open +water. Shallow channels to confuse the unwary, +radiated out in a dozen directions, many of them with +no outlets.</p> +<p>Always, however, before the hyacinths closed in, +the Widow Jones was able to pick up the path through +which Hod had passed.</p> +<p>“From the way he’s racin’ along, he’s been this way +plenty o’ times,” she remarked. “We’re headin’ fer +Black Island right enough.”</p> +<p>The sun now was high overhead, beating down on +Penny’s back and shoulders with uncomfortable +warmth. Mrs. Jones brought out the lunch and a jug +of water. One ate while the other rowed.</p> +<p>“We’re most to Black Island,” the widow informed +presently. “If ye look sharp through the grass, ye +can see thet point o’ high land. Thet’s the beginnin’ +o’ the island—biggest one in the swamp.”</p> +<p>“But where is Hod?”</p> +<p>“He musta pulled up somewheres in the bushes. +We’ll have to be keerful and go slow now or we’ll be +caught.”</p> +<p>“Listen!” whispered Penny.</p> +<p>Although she could as yet see no one on the island, +voices floated out across the water.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_158">[158]</div> +<p>“We heerd yer signal, Hod,” a man said, “but we +hain’t seen no one.”</p> +<p>“A boat musta come through, or Maw wouldn’t +heve beat the pan.”</p> +<p>“Whoever ’twas, they probably went off somewheres +else,” the other man replied. “Glad yer here +anyhow, Hod. We got a lot o’ work to do and ye +can help us.”</p> +<p>Hod’s reply was inaudible, for obviously the men +were moving away into the interior of the island.</p> +<p>“Thet was old Ezekiel talkin’ to his son,” the +Widow Jones declared, although Penny already had +guessed as much. “They’ve gone off somewheres, so +if we’re a mind to land, now’s our only chance.”</p> +<p>Penny gazed at her companion in surprise and admiration.</p> +<p>“You’re not afraid?” she inquired softly.</p> +<p>“Maybe I am,” the Widow Jones admitted. “But +that hain’t no excuse fer me turnin’ tail! This here’s +a free country ain’t it?”</p> +<p>She poled the skiff around the point to a thick clump +of bushes. There she pulled up, and with Penny’s help +made the skiff secure to a tree root hidden from sight +by overhanging branches.</p> +<p>Scrambling up the muddy bank, the pair paused to +take bearings. Voices now had died away and to all +appearances the island might have been deserted.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_159">[159]</div> +<p>Treading with utmost caution, Penny and the +Widow Jones tramped along the shore until they came +to a path. Abruptly, the girl halted, sniffing the air.</p> +<p>“I smell wood burning,” she whispered. “From a +campfire probably.”</p> +<p>“An’ I smell somethin’ more,” added the Widow +Jones grimly. “Cain’t ye notice thet sickish, sweet +odor in the air?”</p> +<p>“Yes, what is it?”</p> +<p>“We’ll find out,” replied Mrs. Jones. “But if we +git cotched, I’m warnin’ ye we won’t never git away +from here. Ye sure ye want to go on?”</p> +<p>“Very sure.”</p> +<p>“Then come on. And be keerful not to crackle any +leaves underfoot.”</p> +<p>The path led to a low, tunnellike opening in the +thicket. Penny, who again had taken the lead, +crouched low, intending to crawl through.</p> +<p>Before she could do so, she heard a stifled cry behind +her. Turning, she saw that Mrs. Jones had +sagged to one knee, and her face was twisted with pain.</p> +<p>Penny ran to her. “You’re hurt!” she whispered. +“Bitten by a snake?”</p> +<p>Mrs. Jones shook her head, biting her lip to keep +back the tears. She pointed to her ankle, caught beneath +a tree root.</p> +<p>“I stumbled and wrenched it ’most off,” she murmured. +“Hit’s a bad sprain and I’m afeared I can’t +go on.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_160">[160]</div> +<h2 id="c21"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">21</span> +<br /><i>THE TUNNEL OF LEAVES</i></h2> +<p>Penny raised the woman to her feet, but as Mrs. +Jones tried to take a step, she saw that the sprain indeed +was a bad one.</p> +<p>Already the ankle was swelling and skin had been +broken. At each attempted step, the widow winced +with pain, suffering intensely.</p> +<p>“If I kin only git back to the boat, I’ll be all right,” +she said, observing Penny’s worried expression. “Drat +it all! Jest when I wanted to find out what the Hawkins’ +are doin’ on this island!”</p> +<p>Supporting much of the widow’s weight on her +shoulders, Penny helped her back to the skiff.</p> +<p>“I guess we may as well start back,” she said, unable +to hide her bitter disappointment.</p> +<p>The widow reached for an oar, then looked keenly +at Penny and put it back again.</p> +<p>“’Course it would be a risky thing fer ye to go on +by yerself while I wait here in the boat—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_161">[161]</div> +<p>Penny’s slumped shoulders straightened. Her blue +eyes began to dance.</p> +<p>“You mean you don’t mind waiting here while I see +where that tunnel of leaves leads?” she demanded.</p> +<p>“’Pears like we’ve come too fur not to find out +what’s goin’ on. Think ye can git in there and back +without being cotched?”</p> +<p>“I’m sure of it!”</p> +<p>The widow sighed. “I hain’t sure of it, but you got +more gumpshun than any other young’un I ever met. +Go on if ye’r a-goin’, and if anyone sees ye, light out +fer the boat. I’ll be ready to shove off.”</p> +<p>“Mrs. Jones, you’re a darling!” Penny whispered, +giving the gnarled hand a quick pressure. “I’ll make it +all right!”</p> +<p>Moving directly to the thicket, she dropped on all +fours and started through the leafy tunnel where Hod +had disappeared. The sweetish odor now was much +plainer than before.</p> +<p>She had crawled only a few feet, when a hand +reached out of nowhere and grasped her shoulder.</p> +<p>Penny whirled around, expecting to see a member +of the Hawkins’ family. For a moment she saw no +one, and then from the thicket beside the tunnel, a figure +became visible. The hold on her shoulder relaxed.</p> +<p>“Who are you?” she demanded in a whisper.</p> +<p>“Friend.”</p> +<p>“Then show yourself!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_162">[162]</div> +<p>The leaves rustled, and a dark-haired lad with tangled +curls crawled into the tunnel beside her. His +shoes were ripped, his clothing dirty and in tatters. A +rifle was grasped in his hand.</p> +<p>“Bada men,” he warned, jerking his head in the direction +Penny had been crawling. “Mucha better go +back boat.”</p> +<p>“Who are you and why do you warn me?” Penny +asked, deeply puzzled.</p> +<p>The boy did not reply.</p> +<p>Light dawned suddenly upon Penny. “You’re the +one who saved me from the boar!”</p> +<p>The boy’s quick grin was acknowledgment he had +fired the shot.</p> +<p>“But why did you run away?” Penny asked. “Why +didn’t you wait and let me thank you for saving my +life?”</p> +<p>“You giva me to police maybe,” replied the boy in +broken English. “I staya here—starva first!”</p> +<p>“Who are you?”</p> +<p>“Name no matter.”</p> +<p>Penny’s mind had been working swiftly. She was +convinced the boy who had saved her also was the one +who had stolen Trapper Joe’s gun. Evidently, he had +needed it to survive in the swamp. He was thin and +his eyes had a hungry look, she noted.</p> +<p>“How did you get to this island?” she inquired. +“Do you have a boat?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_163">[163]</div> +<p>“Make-a raft.” The boy’s eyes darted down the +leafy tunnel. “No good here,” he said, seizing Penny’s +arm and pulling her back into the thicket. “Someone-a come!”</p> +<p>Scarcely had the pair flattened themselves on the +ground than Ezekiel Hawkins crawled out through the +tunnel, pushing his gun ahead of him. Standing upright +not three feet from Penny and her companion, he +gazed sharply about.</p> +<p>“Thought I heerd voices,” he muttered.</p> +<p>Penny held her breath, knowing that if the swamper +should walk down the shore even a dozen yards, he +would see the Widow Jones waiting in the skiff.</p> +<p>To her great relief, Ezekiel moved in the opposite +direction. After satisfying himself that no boat approached +the island, he returned through the tunnel +and disappeared.</p> +<p>“What’s going on back in there?” Penny whispered +as soon as it was safe to ask.</p> +<p>“Bada men,” her companion said briefly.</p> +<p>“You’re driving me to distraction!” Penny muttered, +losing patience. “Do those swampers know +you’re here on the island?”</p> +<p>The boy shook his tangled curls, grinning broadly. +“Chasa me once. No catch.”</p> +<p>“You’re Italian, aren’t you?” Penny asked suddenly.</p> +<p>A guarded look came over the lad’s sun-tanned face. +His brown eyes lost some of their friendliness.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_164">[164]</div> +<p>“Now I have it!” Penny exclaimed before he could +speak. “You’re Antonio Tienta, wanted by Immigration +authorities for slipping into this country illegally!”</p> +<p>The boy did not deny the accusation, and the half-frightened, +defiant look he gave her, confirmed that +she had struck upon the truth.</p> +<p>“I no go back!” he muttered. “I starva first!”</p> +<p>“Don’t become so excited, or those men will hear +you and we’ll both be caught,” Penny warned. “Tell +me about yourself, Tony. I already know a little.”</p> +<p>“How mucha you know?” he asked cautiously.</p> +<p>“That you acted as a guide to G.I.’s in Italy and +stowed aboard a troopship coming to this country. +Even now, I guess authorities aren’t certain how you +slipped past New York officials.”</p> +<p>“No trouble,” boasted the lad. “On ship my +friendsa the G.I.’s they feeda me. We dock New +York; I hide under bunk; all G.I.’s leava boat. Boat go +to other dock. Sailor friend giva me clothes. Sailors +leave-a boat. I slippa out. No one geta wise.”</p> +<p>“Then where did you go?”</p> +<p>“Stay in-a New York only two—three days. Go +hitchhike into country. Work-a on farm. No like +it. Hear Immigration men-a come, so I go. Come-a +one day to swamp. Good place; I stay.”</p> +<p>“You’ve not had an easy time keeping alive in this +dismal place,” Penny said sympathetically. “Isn’t that +Trapper Joe’s gun?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_165">[165]</div> +<p>“Steal-a one night,” the boy agreed. “Give back +some-a time.”</p> +<p>Penny studied the youth with growing concern. +“Tony,” she said, “you can’t hope to stay here long. +The only sensible thing is to give yourself up.”</p> +<p>“No! I die first! American best country in all-a +the world! No one ever take-a me back!”</p> +<p>“But you can’t expect to elude Immigration officials +very long. If you give yourself up, they might be lenient +with you.”</p> +<p>“They send-a me back,” Tony said stubbornly. “I +stay right-a here!”</p> +<p>“To starve? You’re hungry now, aren’t you?”</p> +<p>“Sure. But in Italy I hungry many times-a too.”</p> +<p>“Tony, we’ll talk about this later,” Penny sighed. +“Right now, I want to learn what’s going on here at +the island. Know anything about it?”</p> +<p>“Sure,” the boy grinned. “Know plenty.”</p> +<p>“Then suppose you tell me, Tony.”</p> +<p>“I show-a you,” the boy offered.</p> +<p>Avoiding the leafy tunnel, he led Penny in a half +circle through another section of dense thicket.</p> +<p>Soon he motioned for her to drop on her knees.</p> +<p>The sickish odor rising through the trees now was +very disagreeable again.</p> +<p>A few yards farther on, Tony halted. Still lying +flat on his stomach, he carefully pulled aside the bushes +so that his companion might see.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_166">[166]</div> +<h2 id="c22"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">22</span> +<br /><i>HELP FROM TONY</i></h2> +<p>Through the leaves, Penny saw a fairly large +clearing. Three men, Ezekiel Hawkins and his two +sons, were squatted about a big hardwood fire over +which was a large copper cooker.</p> +<p>A pipe extended above the cover, connected with a +series of coils immersed in a barrel of cold water.</p> +<p>“A still!” the girl whispered. “They’re making alcohol +here and selling it in the city! That’s what those +containers held that were trucked away!”</p> +<p>“Make-a the stuff every day,” volunteered Tony. +“I watch—sometimes I steal-a the lunch. They very +mad but no catch.”</p> +<p>“They’re probably afraid you’ll tell revenue officers,” +Penny whispered.</p> +<p>From one of the barrels, Coon had taken a dipper +filled with the pale fluid. As he drank deeply from it, +his father said sharply:</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_167">[167]</div> +<p>“Thet’s enough, Coon! We gotta git this stuff made +an moved out o’ here tonight, and ye won’t be fitten.”</p> +<p>“What’s yer rush, Pappy? We got termorrer, +hain’t we?” Coon sat down, and bracing his back +against a tree trunk, yawned drowsily.</p> +<p>“Ye want to be caught by them lousy revenooers?”</p> +<p>“There hain’t no danger. Hain’t we got a fool-proof +system? If anyone starts this way, Maw’ll spot +’em and give us the signal.”</p> +<p>“Folkses is gittin’ wise, and we hain’t none too popular +hereabouts. We’re moving this stuff out tonight.”</p> +<p>“Jest as you say, Pappy.” Coon stirred reluctantly.</p> +<p>“An we hain’t operatin’ the still no more till things +quiets down. I don’t like it that gal snoopin’ around +here, claimin’ to be lookin’ fer her dawg.”</p> +<p>“Ye should have kilt the dawg, stead o’ keepin’ him,” +Hod spoke up as he dumped a sack of mash into a tub. +“Tole ye it would make us trouble.”</p> +<p>“Yer always tellin’ me!” Ezekiel retorted. “Thet +dog’s handy to heve here, an I never was one to kill a +helpless animal without cause. Now git to yer work, +and let me do the thinkin’ fer this outfit!”</p> +<p>Penny’s curiosity now had been fully satisfied as to +the illegal business in which the Hawkins’ family had +engaged, but she also felt a little disappointed.</p> +<p>She had hoped the men would speak of Danny Deevers, +perhaps revealing his hideout. The convict was +nowhere to be seen, and there was no evidence he ever +had been on Black Island.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_168">[168]</div> +<p>Not wishing to leave Mrs. Jones too long alone in +the boat, Penny presently motioned to Tony that she +had seen and heard enough.</p> +<p>Inch by inch, they crept backwards away from the +tiny clearing.</p> +<p>Then suddenly Penny stopped, for Ezekiel was +speaking again:</p> +<p>“We gotta do something about Danny and git him +off our hands.”</p> +<p>Penny instantly became all ears, listening intently to +Coon’s reply:</p> +<p>“Now ye’r talkin’, Pappy. Takin’ him in was a big +mistake. Hit’s apt ter land us in jail if them city officers +come snoopin’ around here agin.”</p> +<p>“There wouldn’t have been no risk, if Hod and +Danny hadn’t taken the widder’s car and drive into +town. Didn’t ye have no sense, Hod?”</p> +<p>“Danny wanted to go,” Hod whined. “How was +we ter know another car was goin’ to smash into us? +Thet fool newspaper camera man an’ the girl had to +be there!”</p> +<p>“That wasn’t the wust,” Ezekiel went on as he fed +the fire with chips. “Then ye follered ’em to the theater!”</p> +<p>“Danny said we had ter git the picture or they’d +print it in the newspaper.”</p> +<p>“But did ye git the picture?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_169">[169]</div> +<p>“No,” Hod growled.</p> +<p>“Instead o’ that, ye let Danny git into a fight.”</p> +<p>“’Twasn’t no fight and nobody knew it was him. +He seen an enemy o’ his’n go into the building. I tried +ter talk him out o’ it, but he wouldn’t listen. He +crawled in through a window, and slugged the feller.”</p> +<p>“He did have sense enough to git rid o’ the car, but +ye shouldn’t have left it so close to our place,” Ezekiel +pointed out. “That newspaper gal’s been out here +twict now, and she’s catchin’ on!”</p> +<p>“She’s only a gal,” Hod said carelessly. “Ye do too +much worryin’, Pappy.”</p> +<p>“I do the thinkin’ fer this family. An’ I say things +is gittin’ too hot fer comfort. We gotta git rid o’ +Danny tonight.”</p> +<p>“How ye aimin’ ter do it, Pappy?” inquired Coon. +“Be ye fergittin’ he’s got $50,000 hid away somewheres +an’ he hain’t give us our slice yet?”</p> +<p>“Fer all his promises, maybe he don’t calculate ever +to give us our cut! Ever think o’ that?”</p> +<p>“Danny would double cross us if he got the chanst,” +Hod agreed. “Maybe ye’r right, Pappy!”</p> +<p>“Doggone tootin’, I am! We git rid o’ him tonight, +soon’s we git back from this island. But first we make +him tell where he hid the money!”</p> +<p>“How we gonna do it, Pappy?” asked Coon.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_170">[170]</div> +<p>“Hain’t figured fer sure, but he’s the same as our +prisoner, ain’t he? If we was to turn him over to the +police, claimin’ we found him hidin’ out in the swamp, +he couldn’t prove no different.”</p> +<p>“And we’d git $10,000 reward!” Hod added. “We +could use thet money!”</p> +<p>“I hain’t one to double cross a pal if it can be +helped,” Ezekiel amended hastily. “Now if Danny’s +a mind to tell where he hid the money, and split, we’ll +help him git out o’ here tonight.”</p> +<p>“And if he won’t cough up?”</p> +<p>“We’ll turn him over to police and claim the reward.”</p> +<p>To Penny, it now was clear Hod Hawkins had been +with Danny Deevers at the time Jerry was slugged. +Also, the conversation made it evident the escaped convict +had sought a hideout somewhere near if not in the +swamp.</p> +<p>Tensely, the girl waited for further details of the escape +plan, but none were forthcoming. The three men +applied themselves to their work and said no more.</p> +<p>“My best bet is to get away from here fast and notify +police!” Penny thought.</p> +<p>Noiselessly, she and Tony retreated through the +thicket to a shoreline some distance away.</p> +<p>“Listen, Tony!” Penny said hurriedly. “I’ve got to +go away for awhile! Will you stay here and keep +watch of these men for me?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_171">[171]</div> +<p>“I stay,” the boy promised soberly.</p> +<p>“I’ll come back as soon as I can. And Tony! Please +don’t run away. I want to do something for you—perhaps +I can.”</p> +<p>“No go back to Italy,” the boy said firmly. “Stay-a +here—you come back. Then go far away. No trust +pol-eese.”</p> +<p>Penny dared not take time to try to convince the +youth of the folly of fleeing from Immigration authorities. +Saying goodbye, she ran to the boat where the +Widow Jones anxiously awaited her.</p> +<p>“Shove off!” she ordered tersely. “I’ve seen plenty! +I’ll tell you about it, once we’re away from here!”</p> +<p>Mrs. Jones gave a mighty push with her pole, and +the skiff floated out of its hiding place into the hyacinth-clogged +channel.</p> +<p>“How is your foot?” Penny inquired. “Better let +me paddle.”</p> +<p>“It hain’t hurtin’ so much now,” the widow replied +without giving up the paddle. “I’ll steer until we’re +out o’ these floatin’ hyacinth beds.”</p> +<p>“One place looks exactly like another to me,” Penny +said anxiously. “So many false channels!”</p> +<p>“Ye git a feel fer it after awhile. There’s a current +to follow, but it’s mighty faint.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_172">[172]</div> +<p>“We must get back as fast as we can,” Penny urged, +glancing nervously over her shoulder toward Black Island. +In terse sentences she told of her meeting with +Tony and all they had seen in the clearing.</p> +<p>“So the Hawkins’ are runnin’ a still!” commented +the widow. “Humph! Jest as I figured, only I didn’t +dast say so without proof.”</p> +<p>“The important thing is they’re hiding Danny Deevers! +Where they’re keeping him will be for the police +to discover as soon as they arrest Ezekiel and his +sons.”</p> +<p>“I’ll git ye back fast,” the widow promised grimly. +“Soon’s we git out o’ these beds and away from the island, +I kin switch on the motor.”</p> +<p>Safely out of sight of the island, the couple found +themselves in a labyrinth of floating hyacinths with no +clearly defined channel. The Widow Jones tried a +half dozen of them, each time being forced to return to +a point she could identify as their starting place.</p> +<p>“Penelope, I can’t seem to find the main channel,” +she confessed at last. “’Pears like we’re lost.”</p> +<p>“Oh, we can’t be!” Penny exclaimed. “We must +get back quickly!”</p> +<p>“I’m a-tryin’ hard as I kin,” the widow said doggedly.</p> +<p>“Let me paddle for awhile,” Penny offered. “Your +ankle is hurting and you’re tired. Just tell me which +way to go.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_173">[173]</div> +<p>Mrs. Jones indicated a channel which opened in a +wide sweep. But before Penny had paddled far, it +played out. The sun, sinking lower in the sky, warned +the pair how fast time was passing.</p> +<p>For another hour they sought desperately to find the +exit channel. Although they took turns at paddling, +and used the motor whenever the passageway was not +too clogged, they soon became exhausted.</p> +<p>“It hain’t no use,” the widow said at last. “We’re +tuckered out, and we’re goin’ around in circles. We’ll +pull up on shore and take a little rest.”</p> +<p>Penny nodded miserably.</p> +<p>Herons flew lazily over as the couple pulled the boat +out on the soft muck. Seeking a high point of land, +the widow flung herself flat on her back to rest.</p> +<p>For a time, Penny sat beside her, thinking over everything +that had occurred. It was bitterly disappointing +to realize that due purely to a stroke of bad +luck, Danny Deevers undoubtedly would elude police.</p> +<p>“Mrs. Jones and I may not find our way out of here +in twenty-four hours!” she thought. “By that time, +the Hawkins’ family will have helped him escape!”</p> +<p>Tormented by weariness, Penny stretched out beside +the widow. Insects annoyed her for awhile. +Then she dozed off.</p> +<p>Much later when the girl awoke, she saw that her +companion still slept. The shadow of dusk already +was heavy upon the swamp.</p> +<p>Sitting up, Penny gazed resentfully across the water +at an almost solid sea of floating plants.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_174">[174]</div> +<p>“Such miserable luck!” she muttered. “Of all times +to be lost!”</p> +<p>Penny’s gaze remained absently upon the hyacinth +bed. The plants slowly were drifting westward. At +first their movement signified nothing to the girl. +Then suddenly, she sprang to her feet.</p> +<p>Excitedly she shook Mrs. Jones by the arm. “The +channel!” she cried. “I can see it now! If we move +fast, we still may get out of the swamp before night!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_175">[175]</div> +<h2 id="c23"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">23</span> +<br /><i>LOST IN THE HYACINTHS</i></h2> +<p>Mrs. Jones shaded her eyes from the slanting rays +of the low-hung sun to gaze for a long moment at the +almost motionless hyacinth bed blanketing the water.</p> +<p>“Right ye are, Penelope!” she exclaimed jubilantly. +“The channel’s plain to see now! Help me git to the +boat, and we’ll be out o’ this tangle.”</p> +<p>Once in the skiff, the widow again seized the paddle.</p> +<p>“We gotta inch our way along fer a little,” she explained. +“If we don’t foller the drift o’ the bed, we’ll +be lost agin and that hain’t smart.”</p> +<p>Steadily the widow shoved the little boat through +the water plants, seldom hesitating in choice of the +channel.</p> +<p>“I got the feel o’ it agin!” she declared happily. +“We’ll be out o’ this in no time!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_176">[176]</div> +<p>However, dark shadows were deepening to blackness +when the boat finally came into water open +enough to permit use of the motor. Propelled by the +engine, the skiff presently approached Lookout Point.</p> +<p>“Let’s paddle from here,” proposed Penny. “Ezekiel +and his sons may be out of the swamp by this time. +We don’t want them to see us or guess where we’ve +been.”</p> +<p>Mrs. Jones shut off the motor and with a tired sigh, +offered the paddle to Penny. The channel now was +plainly marked and easy to follow, even in semi-darkness. +Whenever the girl hesitated, the widow told her +which way to steer.</p> +<p>“We’re out of it now,” Mrs. Jones said as lights of +the Hawkins’ farmhouse twinkled through the trees. +“Reckon Trapper Joe’s fit to be tied, we been gone so +long!”</p> +<p>Penny allowed the skiff to drift with the current. +As it floated past the Hawkins’ dock, loud voices came +from the direction of the woodshed.</p> +<p>“Sounds like an argument goin’ on,” observed the +widow.</p> +<p>Penny brought the skiff in and made fast to the +dock.</p> +<p>“What ye aimin’ to do?” the widow inquired in surprise.</p> +<p>“Wait here!” Penny whispered. “I have a hunch +what’s going on and I must find out!” Before Mrs. +Jones could protest, she slipped away into the darkness.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_177">[177]</div> +<p>Stealthily the girl approached the woodshed. A +voice which she recognized as Ezekiel’s, now plainly +could be heard.</p> +<p>“Danny, we’ve fed ye and kept ye here fer days in +this woodshed, and it hain’t safe!” the speaker said. +“Ye gotta git out tonight—now—through the swamp. +The river’ll take ye out the other end, and ye maybe +kin git out o’ the state.”</p> +<p>“And maybe I’ll be caught!” the other voice replied. +Penny knew it was Danny Deevers who spoke. “I’m +staying right here!”</p> +<p>“Coon and Hod’ll guide ye through the swamp, so +ye’ll be safe enough till ye git to the other side,” Ezekiel +argued. “We hain’t keepin’ ye here another day. +You got clothes and food and a good chanst to git +away.”</p> +<p>Penny crept close to the wall of the woodshed. +Peering through a small, dirty window on the far side +she saw four men seated on kegs in a room dimly +lighted by a lantern.</p> +<p>The man facing her plainly was Danny Deevers. +Opposite him were Ezekiel and his two sons, both +armed with rifles.</p> +<p>“Hain’t no use talkin’ any more,” Ezekiel said flatly. +“Ye’r leavin’ here tonight, Danny. Maw’s fixin’ ye a +lunch to take.”</p> +<p>“Paw, hain’t you forgittin’ something?” Coon +prodded his father.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_178">[178]</div> +<p>“Hain’t fergittin’ nothin’, Coon. Danny, ’fore you +go, there’s a matter o’ money to be settled between us. +Ye got $50,000 hid somewheres close, and we want our +cut fer hidin’ ye out from the police.”</p> +<p>Danny laughed unpleasantly.</p> +<p>“You leeches won’t get a penny! Not a penny! +No one but me knows where that money is, and I’m +not telling!”</p> +<p>“Then I calculate Hod and Coon cain’t guide ye +through the swamp tonight,” Ezekiel said coolly. +“We got word today the police got a hint ye’r here. +We’ll help ’em, by turning you in. Hod, git to the +phone and call Sheriff Burtwell. Tell ’im we cotched +this feller hidin’ in the swamp.”</p> +<p>“You betcha!” Hod said with alacrity.</p> +<p>“Wait!” Danny stopped him before he could reach +the door. “How much of a cut do you dirty blackmailers +want?”</p> +<p>“We don’t like them words, Danny,” Ezekiel said. +“All we ask is a fair amount fer the risk we been takin’ +keepin’ ye here.”</p> +<p>“How much?”</p> +<p>“A third cut.”</p> +<p>“I’ll give you $10,000.”</p> +<p>“’Tain’t enough.”</p> +<p>“You’ll not get another cent. Take it or leave it. +Turn me in if you want to! You’ll involve yourself +because I’ll swear you hid me here.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_179">[179]</div> +<p>“We hain’t aimin’ to be hard on ye, Danny,” Ezekiel +said hastily. “If we was to agree to the $10,000, kin +ye deliver tonight?”</p> +<p>“In fifteen minutes!”</p> +<p>“Ye hain’t got the money on ye or hid in the woodshed!”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“But it’s somewheres close. I knowed that.”</p> +<p>“If I give you $10,000, you’ll guide me through the +swamp and help me get away?”</p> +<p>“We will,” Ezekiel promised.</p> +<p>“Then get a spade,” Danny directed. “The money’s +buried under a fence post by the creek. I hid it +there a year ago before they sent me up. Marked the +post with a V-shaped slash of my jackknife.”</p> +<p>“Git a spade, Hod,” Ezekiel ordered.</p> +<p>Penny waited for no more. Stealing away, she ran +to the boat where Mrs. Jones awaited her.</p> +<p>“No questions now!” she said tersely. “Just go as +fast as you can and telephone the police! Also call my +father, Anthony Parker at the <i>Riverview Star</i>! Ask +him to come here right away and bring help!”</p> +<p>“You’ve found Danny Deevers!” the widow +guessed, preparing to cast off.</p> +<p>“Yes, and maybe the stolen money! But there’s not +a second to lose! Let me have your knife, and go as +fast as you can!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_180">[180]</div> +<p>Without questioning the odd request, Mrs. Jones +gave her the knife and seized a paddle. Penny shoved +the skiff far out into the stream.</p> +<p>Then she turned and with a quick glance toward the +woodshed, darted to the nearby fence. Rapidly she +examined the wooden posts, searching for a V-shaped +mark. She could find no slashes of any kind. At any +moment she knew the men might emerge from the +woodshed and see her.</p> +<p>“Somehow I’ve got to keep them here until Mrs. +Jones brings the police!” she thought. “But how?”</p> +<p>Suddenly an idea came to her. It might not work, +but there was an outside chance it would. With desperate +haste, she slashed several posts with V-shaped +marks.</p> +<p>“That may confuse them for a few minutes,” she +reasoned. “But not for long.”</p> +<p>The door of the woodshed now had opened. Penny +dropped flat in the tall weeds near the fence.</p> +<p>Without seeing her, the four men came with a spade +and began to inspect posts scarcely a dozen yards from +where the girl lay.</p> +<p>“Here’s a marked one!” called Hod as he found one +of the posts Penny had slashed.</p> +<p>In the darkness the men did not notice that the cut +was a fresh one. They began to dig. Silently the +work went on until a large hole had been excavated.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_181">[181]</div> +<p>“Where’s the money?” Ezekiel demanded. “Danny, +if ye’r pullin’ a fast one—”</p> +<p>“I tell you I buried it under a post!” the other insisted. +“Thought it was farther down the fence, but +this one was marked.”</p> +<p>Ezekiel flashed his lantern full on the post which +now had been tilted far over on its side.</p> +<p>“The post’s marked,” he confirmed. “Fresh new +slashes.”</p> +<p>“Let’s see!” Danny exclaimed. He examined the +marking briefly and straightened up. “I never made +those cuts! Someone’s tricked me!”</p> +<p>Excited by the discovery, the men now moved from +post to post. Other slashes were found.</p> +<p>“Here’s the one with my mark!” Danny cried, pointing +to a post close to where Penny lay hidden. “Who +slashed these others? Someone must have learned +where I buried the money!”</p> +<p>“It does look kinda bad,” said Ezekiel. “But there +hain’t been no diggin’ by this post. Git busy, boys!”</p> +<p>Taking turns, Coon and Hod fell to with the spade. +Soon they had uncovered three large tin cans filled +with bank notes.</p> +<p>“It’s all here!” Danny said jubilantly. “Every dollar!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_182">[182]</div> +<p>Ezekiel blew out the lantern light, looking carefully +about the yard. “There hain’t no time to divide the +money now,” he said. “We gotta git you through the +swamp, Danny, before them snoopin’ police come +around. Bring the cans and come on! We’re moving +out o’ here right now!”</p> +<p>Hod shuffled off to get the boat ready as the others +each picked up a can and followed quickly.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_183">[183]</div> +<h2 id="c24"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">24</span> +<br /><i>UNDER THE FENCE POST</i></h2> +<p>Penny was tormented with worry as she saw the +men walk hurriedly to the creek where they launched +a flat-bottomed boat belonging to Ezekiel. Soon the +craft was lost in the blackness of the swamp channel.</p> +<p>“There goes my chance to catch Danny and recover +the stolen money!” she thought. “Oh, what can I do +to prevent them from getting away?”</p> +<p>Another boat had been tied up at the dock, but +Penny knew she never would dare enter the swamp +alone at night. In any case, what chance would she +have against four armed men?</p> +<p>“If only Mrs. Jones hadn’t hurt her ankle!” she +thought. “It will take her a long while to reach a telephone, +and help may not get here for an hour!”</p> +<p>As Penny stood gazing gloomily toward the swamp, +a shaft of light cut fleetingly across the water. The +flash came from the headbeam of a car swinging up the +lane to the Hawkins’ house.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_184">[184]</div> +<p>Not knowing who the arrivals might be, the girl +stepped behind a tree to wait. Soon the car came +closer, halting with a jerk.</p> +<p>From the sedan stepped Mr. Parker, Salt, and Jerry +Livingston. Scarcely believing her eyes, Penny ran to +meet them.</p> +<p>“Oh, Dad!” she cried. “You did get Mrs. Jones’ +message!”</p> +<p>“Message?” he inquired. “Why, no! We were +worried because you had been gone so long, so we +came out here to find you. What’s this all about?”</p> +<p>Penny rapidly told of Danny’s flight into the swamp +with the stolen money.</p> +<p>“If Mrs. Jones reaches a phone, police should get +here any minute!” she added.</p> +<p>“In the meantime, we can’t let those men escape!” +Mr. Parker exclaimed. “Salt, you stay here and wait +for the police. If they don’t come in ten minutes, go +after them!”</p> +<p>“Sure, Chief!”</p> +<p>“Jerry, you come with me,” the publisher directed, +untying the boat at the dock. “We’ll try to keep those +men in sight and mark the way for police to follow.”</p> +<p>As Penny followed Jerry into the boat, her father +protested quickly:</p> +<p>“Penny, you know you can’t go! Danny Deevers +is a desperate character.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_185">[185]</div> +<p>“If you expect to capture him, you’ll have to take +me, Dad. They’ll probably follow the main channel +to Black Island and beyond. You’ll be lost before +you’ve covered half the distance.”</p> +<p>“All right, come along,” Mr. Parker agreed unwillingly.</p> +<p>The boat shoved off into the cool night.</p> +<p>Fairly certain the Hawkins’ boat would pass Lookout +Point, Penny directed her father and Jerry to row +toward it. Soon she caught a glimpse of a moving +light through the trees.</p> +<p>“That’s their boat!” she exclaimed. “Ezekiel must +have lighted his lantern again!”</p> +<p>Scarcely had she spoken than those in the Parker +craft were startled to hear a metallic pounding sound +from the direction of the Hawkins’ farmhouse.</p> +<p>“The dishpan signal!” Penny cried in dismay. “We +forgot about Mrs. Hawkins! Evidently she saw us +leave the dock and is warning her menfolks! Now +they’ll know someone is following them!”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker’s face became very grave as the girl revealed +the significance of the signal. Penny also told +him what she and Mrs. Jones had learned on Black +Island.</p> +<p>“Unarmed, we’ve no chance to capture those men,” +he commented. “Our best bet is to keep them in sight, +marking the trail well for police to follow.”</p> +<p>“And hope they do,” Jerry added grimly.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_186">[186]</div> +<p>Breaking overhanging tree limbs, and slashing trunks +to blaze the trail, the party passed Lookout Point.</p> +<p>When they were perhaps twenty yards beyond the +isle, a bullet suddenly whizzed through the trees, only +a few feet above their heads. The shot had been fired +from the island.</p> +<p>“Duck low!” Mr. Parker ordered. “They’ve taken +refuge there!”</p> +<p>As the trio remained motionless, another bullet +whined over their heads.</p> +<p>“Dad, it’s only a trick to divert us!” Penny whispered. +“One of the Hawkins’ boys probably has +stayed on the island, but the others have gone on! See +through the trees!”</p> +<p>Jerry and Mr. Parker peered where she pointed and +caught the brief flash of lantern light.</p> +<p>“You’re right!” the publisher agreed. “Row on, +Jerry! We’re practically out of range of Lookout +Point now.”</p> +<p>The boat pushed on. A light mist was rising from +the water and the night was very dark. Shielded by +the blackness, the trio slipped away without becoming +the target for another bullet.</p> +<p>“We’ve got to keep that other boat in sight!” Mr. +Parker said grimly. “If we lose it, we may never find +our way out of this place!”</p> +<p>“And if we catch up, we may never be allowed to +get out!” Jerry observed.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_187">[187]</div> +<p>Penny, who scarcely had taken her eyes from the +moving point of light ahead, now exclaimed:</p> +<p>“They’ve blown out the lantern!”</p> +<p>“Then they may have seen us,” Mr. Parker muttered. +“If only we were armed!”</p> +<p>Cautiously, the party proceeded. A few minutes +later as the boat passed a high point of land several +hundred yards deeper in the swamp, another bullet +whizzed dangerously close overhead.</p> +<p>“Where’d that come from?” Mr. Parker demanded, +shielding Penny with his body.</p> +<p>Jerry pointed to the high point of land on the right +hand side of the channel. “Those birds must have +pulled up there and hope to pick us off!” he whispered.</p> +<p>Still another bullet whined close over their heads, +splashing as it struck the water.</p> +<p>Hurriedly Jerry steered the boat into a clump of +bushes. All remained motionless and silent.</p> +<p>Bullets kept splattering the water, though farther +away.</p> +<p>“We’re in a pocket!” Mr. Parker fumed. “They +can pick us off almost at will if we stay here!”</p> +<p>“What’s our move, Chief?” Jerry asked anxiously.</p> +<p>“Let’s back-track to the farm and await police. It’s +the only thing we can do.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_188">[188]</div> +<p>As a lull came in the firing, Jerry shoved off and +rowed rapidly back toward Lookout Point. All +crouched low in the boat, but no shots were fired at +them.</p> +<p>“They’re satisfied we’ve turned back,” Mr. Parker +said. “That was what they wanted.”</p> +<p>However, as Lookout Point loomed up, the party +was disconcerted to see a tall, lean figure silhouetted +there.</p> +<p>“Stay where ye be, or I’ll fire!” the man shouted. +“If ye try to pass, I’ll sink ye’r boat!”</p> +<p>“It’s Ezekiel!” Penny whispered.</p> +<p>Mr. Parker signaled Jerry to row back out of range. +“We’ve trapped ourselves between two fires!” he muttered +in disgust. “Ezekiel stayed here on purpose to +guard the channel while the others make their getaway.”</p> +<p>“Danny could be captured easily if only we could +get word to Salt and the police,” Jerry added.</p> +<p>Penny and her father nodded gloomily. Salt, they +knew, would follow their trail into the swamp as soon +as police reached the Hawkins’ farm. But Ezekiel +from his point of vantage, would fire upon them before +they realized they were running into danger.</p> +<p>“We could chance it and try to push through,” +Jerry proposed.</p> +<p>“Ezekiel’s not bluffing,” Mr. Parker replied. “Those +first shots were a warning. If we attempt to pass now, +he may shoot to kill.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_189">[189]</div> +<p>“There’s one way we might bring help,” Jerry said, +staring thoughtfully at the grim figure guarding the +channel.</p> +<p>“How?” Penny demanded eagerly.</p> +<p>“You and your father would have to wait on the +bank and let me take the boat.”</p> +<p>“Too risky,” Mr. Parker said. “You never could +get through.”</p> +<p>“I’d try an old trick,” the reporter explained. +“When Ezekiel starts shooting, I’ll upset the boat and +float beneath it until I’m past the point. I’m a good +swimmer and can hold my breath a long while. Anyway, +after the boat is upset, there will be a pocket of +air beneath it.”</p> +<p>“It might not work.”</p> +<p>“Let me try it. Unless we get word through, +Danny Deevers is certain to escape.”</p> +<p>After lengthy whispered debate, Mr. Parker reluctantly +agreed to the plan. Retreating beyond Ezekiel’s +range of vision, the boat brought up on shore where +Penny and her father alighted.</p> +<p>“Wait right here!” Jerry directed. “I’ll be back for +you in a few minutes!”</p> +<p>Boldly the reporter pushed off alone in the boat, +drifting down channel. Before he had gone many +yards, Ezekiel challenged him.</p> +<p>“Ye come another foot, and I’m lettin’ ye have it!”</p> +<p>Jerry shouted an insult. But as Ezekiel’s gun spat, +he upset the boat, disappearing beneath it.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_190">[190]</div> +<p>“Oh, Dad!” Penny murmured anxiously, watching +the craft float slowly downstream past the point. +“Was Jerry really hit?”</p> +<p>“I don’t think so.”</p> +<p>“What if Ezekiel fires again?”</p> +<p>“He can’t harm Jerry now unless he’s forced to +come up for air.”</p> +<p>Anxiously the trio watched the overturned boat. +Unless Jerry had found the pocket of air, they knew +not even an expert swimmer could remain so long underwater.</p> +<p>Finally the boat was beyond their range of vision, +blotted out by darkness.</p> +<p>“Jerry has nerve!” Mr. Parker commented. “He’s +safely through now.”</p> +<p>Nervously the publisher and Penny kept attentive +watch of Lookout Point, fearful lest Ezekiel launch a +boat and try to capture them. To their intense relief, +the swamper made no such move. Occasionally, they +caught brief glimpses of him as he shifted his position.</p> +<p>Directing all their attention upon Ezekiel, Penny +and her father paid less heed to the channel. Near +them was a passage so narrow a boatman could have +reached out to touch bushes on either side.</p> +<p>A slight rustling sound close by suddenly startled +Penny.</p> +<p>“What was that, Dad?” she whispered.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_191">[191]</div> +<p>“Only the wind,” he reassured her. “Ezekiel’s still +over there on the point. We’re safe enough.”</p> +<p>Even as he made the observation, a boat moved out +from behind the screen of leaves. Penny and her father +found themselves gazing directly into the barrel +of a gun.</p> +<p>“Safe, are ye?” Coon Hawkins shouted in glee. +“We got ye now, ye sneakin’ snoopers! Ye won’t do +no more spyin’ in this swamp!”</p> +<p>With him in the boat were his brother and Danny +Deevers.</p> +<p>“Git in!” Coon ordered sharply.</p> +<p>“What will you do with us?” Mr. Parker asked, trying +to stall for time.</p> +<p>“We’re takin’ ye to Black Island,” Coon replied, +prodding the publisher with his gun. “Move!”</p> +<p>One glance at the grim, determined faces of the men +convinced Mr. Parker and Penny it would be folly to +resist. Silently they entered the boat.</p> +<p>Hod pushed off and the craft moved noiselessly +away into the night.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_192">[192]</div> +<h2 id="c25"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">25</span> +<br /><i>OUTWITTED</i></h2> +<p>For an endless time, it seemed, the party moved +deeper and deeper into the swamp. As the night became +cool, Penny shivered and leaned close to her father.</p> +<p>Worn out, she slumped against his shoulder and finally +dropped into a light sleep. When she opened +her eyes, a pale moon had risen over the treetops, lighting +the way.</p> +<p>At last, the boat brought up in a cove at Black Island.</p> +<p>“We’re leavin’ ye here,” Coon informed the prisoners. +“Maybe ye’ll be found tomorrer or next week +after we’re safe away. If not, well hit’s jest too bad!”</p> +<p>Penny and her father were hustled ashore. Despite +vigorous struggles, Mr. Parker then was bound by +Coon and Hod and lashed with his back to a tree. Before +Penny could be treated likewise, a dog began to +bark.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_193">[193]</div> +<p>“It’s Bones!” she cried. “You have him here on the +island!”</p> +<p>“Sure, we got him,” agreed Hod indifferently.</p> +<p>Penny loudly called the dog’s name and he bounded +through the brush toward her. His long hair was +matted with burs, but he seemed in good health and +well fed.</p> +<p>Before Penny could get her hands on him, Coon +seized and tossed the dog into the boat.</p> +<p>“Please let me keep Bones!” she pleaded.</p> +<p>“Yeah, leave the dog on the island,” growled Danny +Deevers. “He’ll be a bother to us.”</p> +<p>“Git the dog then, gal,” commanded Coon.</p> +<p>Penny scrambled aboard the Hawkins’ boat. Bones +had crawled far forward.</p> +<p>As she bent to gather him into her arms, her hand +encountered a gunny sack. Inside were wrapped three +hard, round objects.</p> +<p>“The cans of stolen money!” Penny thought, her +pulse jumping.</p> +<p>Without considering the punishment that might be +meted out to her, she seized the sack.</p> +<p>“Hey!” shouted Coon furiously. “Drop those +cans!”</p> +<p>He sprang aboard, intending to strike her a stunning +blow. Penny leaped for shore, but the boat shot from +beneath her feet.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_194">[194]</div> +<p>Misbalanced, it went over, tumbling Coon and herself +into the water.</p> +<p>But as Penny went down, she clung fast to the cans +of money. Fortunately, the muddy water was shallow. +Her feet touched bottom and she came up sputtering.</p> +<p>Hod and Danny started for the boat on a run, intending +to seize her. Suddenly, they halted, listening +intently.</p> +<p>“What was that?” Danny demanded. “Thought I +heard the splash of a paddle!”</p> +<p>“Two boats are coming!” Hod cried hoarsely. “Police!”</p> +<p>“Come on!” ordered Danny, seizing one end of the +overturned boat. “Help me right this! We’ll still get +away! The girl goes with us as a hostage!”</p> +<p>Hod grasped Penny’s arm, while his brother aided +Danny with the boat.</p> +<p>“No go!” ordered a cool voice from the thicket. “I +gotta you covered!”</p> +<p>As the three men whirled around, Tony, rifle in +hand, came out of the deep shadows.</p> +<p>“Stand-a by tree!” he commanded, motioning with +the gun. “Keep-a hands up!”</p> +<p>Sullenly the three men obeyed. Tony guarded +them closely until policemen swarmed over the island.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_195">[195]</div> +<p>In the first boat were Salt, Jerry and several officers. +Behind came a second boat, also loaded with policemen.</p> +<p>Danny, Hod and Coon quickly were handcuffed +and placed under heavy guard. Tony then helped +Penny release her father.</p> +<p>“What about Ezekiel?” the publisher asked. “We +ought to get him too!”</p> +<p>Jerry revealed that the swamper already had been +taken prisoner at Lookout Island. Two policemen had +remained behind to guard both him and his wife.</p> +<p>“Oh, Jerry! I’m so glad you got through safely!” +Penny declared. “Did you have any trouble?”</p> +<p>“Not a bit,” he replied. “When I reached the farmhouse, +police already were there. Mrs. Jones had telephoned +them.”</p> +<p>“We arrested Mrs. Hawkins,” Salt took up the +story. “Then we captured Ezekiel at Lookout Point, +and followed your boat here. Most of the time we +had you in sight, though from a long distance.”</p> +<p>Penny was greatly relieved to be able to turn over +the three cans of stolen money to police officers. By +lantern light a hasty count was made and it was disclosed +that a sizeable portion of the funds were +missing.</p> +<p>However, when Danny Deevers, Hod, and Coon +were searched, a large roll of bills was found in the +escaped convict’s pocket.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_196">[196]</div> +<p>“This should account for it all,” said the police +officer, taking charge of the money and adding it to +the other. “So you were trying to double-cross your +pals, Danny? Figured on keeping the lion’s share!”</p> +<p>Danny glared at the officer, refusing to answer.</p> +<p>“So you got nothing to say, eh?” the officer +prodded. “Maybe you’ll be in a more talkative mood +when we get you back to the pen. You’ll do double +time for skipping out!”</p> +<p>Danny’s sullen gaze fastened briefly on Jerry Livingston.</p> +<p>“I got only one regret!” he muttered. “I wish I’d +slugged that guy harder when I had the chance!”</p> +<p>“May I ask the prisoners a question or two?” Penny +asked the officer in charge.</p> +<p>“Sure, go ahead,” he nodded. “If you get anything +out of ’em, you’re good.”</p> +<p>Penny knew that Danny, a hardened criminal, +would never give her any information, so she centered +her attention upon Hod and Coon.</p> +<p>At first, they only eyed her sullenly, refusing to +speak. But after she had pointed out that a more cooperative +attitude might bring a lighter sentence, they +showed a little interest.</p> +<p>“How did you come to be mixed up with Danny?” +she asked. “Were you all together in the big bank +robbery?”</p> +<p>The question drew fire from Hod.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_197">[197]</div> +<p>“No, we weren’t!” he shouted. “We never even +knowed where Danny hid the money until tonight!”</p> +<p>“Then why were you so willing to hide and help +him?”</p> +<p>“’Cause him and Paw always was good friends! +Danny come here, saying the cops was after him and +would we give him some clothes and hide him fer a +day or two? So like fools we was, we took him in +and kept him in the woodshed. It would have been +safe enough if you hadn’t come snoopin’ around!”</p> +<p>“No doubt you all would have gone free if you +hadn’t made the mistake of keeping Louise’s dog,” +Penny retorted. “However, you seem to forget you +were operating a still illegally.”</p> +<p>“Anyone else in on that business?” the policeman +cut in. “How’d they market the stuff?”</p> +<p>“Through a trucker at Hartwell City,” Penny exclaimed. +“I think they called him Ike.”</p> +<p>“Too bad the bird will go free, while these eggs do +a stretch in the pen,” commented the policeman. +“You can depend on it though, they’ll never do the +smart thing and turn him in.”</p> +<p>“Oh, wouldn’t we?” growled Hod. “He was no +pal o’ ourn!”</p> +<p>“Would it git us a lighter stretch if we was to turn +him in?” asked Coon craftily.</p> +<p>“It might.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_198">[198]</div> +<p>“His name’s Ike Glanzy and he stays mostly at the +Devon Club in Hartwell City,” Hod volunteered.</p> +<p>“We’ll pick him up,” said the policeman. “Depend +on it, he’ll be behind bars before another twenty-four +hours. Now let’s get out of here!”</p> +<p>As the boats began to load for the return trip +through the swamp, Penny glanced anxiously about +the tiny clearing.</p> +<p>“Where’s Tony?” she asked.</p> +<p>No one had seen the Italian lad in the last few minutes. +Unnoticed, he had slipped away into the interior +of the island.</p> +<p>“We can’t leave without Tony!” Penny protested. +“He’s afraid he’ll be sent back to Italy, so he’s run off +somewhere!”</p> +<p>“He can’t have gone far,” said Salt. “We should be +able to find him.”</p> +<p>However, an intensive search of the bushes nearby +did not reveal the missing youth. At last, in desperation, +Penny called his name several times.</p> +<p>“Please, Tony, give yourself up!” she pleaded. +“You won’t be sent back to Italy! I’m sure of it! +Please come out of hiding!”</p> +<p>“If that appeal doesn’t fetch him, nothing will,” +said Salt. “We’ve held up the party too long now, +Penny. We’ve got to shove off.”</p> +<p>Penny nodded disconsolately. When the photographer +took her arm and started back toward the +waiting boats, she did not resist.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_199">[199]</div> +<p>But after they had gone a few yards, she abruptly +halted.</p> +<p>“Tony <i>is</i> close by!” she insisted. “I can <i>feel</i> that +he’s watching us now! Listen! Don’t you hear the +bushes rustling?”</p> +<p>“I do hear something. Maybe it’s only an animal.”</p> +<p>“Tony,” Penny made one last appeal, “if you’re +back there in the dark, please come out. Don’t you +understand? You were a hero tonight—you saved the +day by popping out of the bushes at just the right moment. +Please don’t fail me now.”</p> +<p>The leaves were stirring again. Then, to Penny’s +joy, the branches parted. Grinning sheepishly, Tony +shuffled out.</p> +<p>“You call-a me?” he grinned.</p> +<p>“Oh, Tony!” Penny seized his arm and held fast. +“We’ve practically torn out the lining of our lungs, +trying to find you! Come on! You’re going back +with us!”</p> +<p>“Not to Immigration mens!”</p> +<p>“Oh, don’t worry about that now, Tony! My father +has a little influence and he’ll help you all he can. +Besides, you’re almost certain to win a portion of the +reward offered for Danny Deevers’ capture.”</p> +<p>“Money no good if they send-a me back to Italy!” +Tony said stubbornly. “Want-a stay in America. I +work-a hard. Go to school!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_200">[200]</div> +<p>“I think perhaps it can be arranged,” Penny promised +recklessly. With Salt’s help, she kept steering the +boy toward the boat. “After all you’ve done tonight, +Immigration authorities couldn’t be hard-hearted +enough to refuse you citizenship.”</p> +<p>Tony allowed himself to be persuaded and entered +a boat with Penny and other members of the party. +After a long and tiring but uneventful trip through +the swamp, the Hawkins’ farm finally was reached.</p> +<p>At the farmhouse, Mrs. Hawkins and her husband +were being held prisoners by other policemen. Also +waiting were the Widow Jones and Trapper Joe Scoville, +whom she had summoned.</p> +<p>“Praises be! The police got to ye in time!” the +widow exclaimed, giving Penny’s hand an affectionate +squeeze. “If harm had befallen ye this night, I never +would have fergiven myself fer having taken ye into +the swamp.”</p> +<p>“Maybe what happened’ll teach ye a lesson, but I +got m’ doubts,” interposed the old trapper with a +chuckle. “Wimmin is mighty stubborn critters!”</p> +<p>As Mrs. Hawkins and her husband were led out of +the house, the woman caught sight of her two sons +handcuffed to officers. “Hod! Coon!” she screamed +hysterically.</p> +<p>She tried to break away from the policemen who +held her, and would have attacked Danny Deevers had +they not restrained her.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_201">[201]</div> +<p>“Ye’r the one who got us into this mess!” she accused +the convict. “I hope they lock ye up fer the +rest o’ y’er life!”</p> +<p>Much later, after all the prisoners had been confined +in Riverview jail, Mr. Parker and Penny obtained custody +of Tony. Arrangements were made so that the +lad might remain in the Parker home while Immigration +officials considered his case.</p> +<p>The Italian boy proved to be a perfect guest. Not +only did he help about the house and yard, but he +never overlooked an opportunity to improve his education. +Many a time Penny or her father came upon +him in the library, reading a book.</p> +<p>“If he doesn’t get to stay, it will be a crime!” the +girl declared. “Oh, why doesn’t the Immigration department +reach a decision?”</p> +<p>Despite Penny’s fretting, weeks dragged on and still +Tony’s case hung fire. Many telegrams went back +and forth between Riverview and Washington, D. C. +So involved did the affair become that even Mr. Parker +began to lose hope the boy could be kept in America.</p> +<p>But at last word came that the last bit of red tape +had been cut. A high immigration official had ruled +that although it was irregular, Tony might remain in +Riverview, providing someone would guarantee his +support.</p> +<p>Mr. Parker willingly signed the necessary papers. +A job next was in order, but this Penny easily arranged +through Mark Fiello, the hamburger shop man.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_202">[202]</div> +<p>As for Danny Deevers, the convict promptly was +returned to prison, and the stolen $50,000 turned over +to the Third Federal Bank.</p> +<p>In due time, Ezekiel, Coon, Hod and Mrs. Hawkins +were convicted on charges of harboring a fugitive +from justice. At their trial, evidence also was introduced, +showing they had operated a still illegally.</p> +<p>For many days the <i>Riverview Star</i> carried front +page stories of the happenings. Penny wrote several +of the articles, while others carried Jerry’s byline.</p> +<p>“The best part of all is that with Danny behind bars, +you’ll no longer be in danger,” the girl remarked one +day to the reporter. “He really was out to get you.”</p> +<p>“I suppose so,” Jerry agreed, “but I never was much +worried. Danny’s real motive in coming back to Riverview +was to recover the hidden $50,000. Running +into me—and particularly you—proved his undoing.”</p> +<p>In days that followed, Penny drove many times to +the swamp to see Mrs. Jones and Trapper Joe. Both +rejoiced that Danny Deevers and the Hawkins family +could cause no more trouble.</p> +<p>One afternoon as the girl paid the widow a long call, +they fell to talking over their swamp experiences.</p> +<p>“It was mighty excitin’ out there—you and me in +the boat,” Mrs. Jones recalled. “Now that it’s all over, +I hain’t ashamed to say I was plenty skeered we’d never +git out o’ the swamp alive.”</p> +<p>“So was I,” grinned Penny.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_203">[203]</div> +<p>“Revenooers was in yesterday to smash up Ezekiel’s +still.”</p> +<p>“They were!”</p> +<p>“Yep, and they got track o’ that trucker who was in +so thick with the Hawkins boys.” The widow sighed +and pulled aside a kitchen curtain to gaze thoughtfully +toward the swamp. “Well, I reckon the last bit o’ +evil’s been driv’ away from Black Island. From now +on, the land’ll jest lie there and belong to the wind and +the rain.”</p> +<p>“And to us,” Penny added softly.</p> +<p>The widow nodded as her gaze lingered long on the +fringe of towering pines. “One o’ these days, when +the spirit moves us, we’ll go back there,” she promised. +“The swamp always belongs to them that loves it!”</p> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Swamp Island, by Mildred A. 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