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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: Guilt of the Brass Thieves + +Author: Mildred A. Wirt + +Release Date: January 3, 2011 [EBook #34831] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK GUILT OF THE BRASS THIEVES *** + + + + +Produced by Stephen Hutcheson, Charlie Howard, and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + +<div id="cover" class="img"> +<img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="Guilt of the Brass Thieves" width="375" height="500" /> +</div> +<div class="box"> +<h1>Guilt of the +<br />Brass Thieves</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, 1945, BY CUPPLES AND LEON CO.</span></p> +<p class="center">Guilt of the Brass Thieves</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="TREADING WATER, THE GIRL SHOUTED FOR HELP." width="400" height="616" /> +<p class="center"><span class="small">TREADING WATER, THE GIRL SHOUTED FOR HELP. +<br />“<i>Guilt of the Brass Thieves</i>” <span class="gsw">(<a href="#Page_170">See Page 170</a>)</span></span></p> +</div> +<p class="center">Dedicated +<br />to +<br />ASA WIRT</p> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<dl class="toc"> +<dt class="smaller"><span class="lj">CHAPTER</span> PAGE</dt> +<dt><a href="#c1">1 ADRIFT</a> <i>1</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c2">2 THE BRASS LANTERN</a> <i>10</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c3">3 A “PROBLEM” BOY</a> <i>18</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c4">4 THROUGH THE WINDOW</a> <i>28</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c5">5 UNWANTED ADVICE</a> <i>36</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c6">6 SWEEPER JOE INFORMS</a> <i>43</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c7">7 NIGHT SHIFT WORKER</a> <i>52</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c8">8 OVERHEARD IN THE GATEHOUSE</a> <i>62</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c9">9 SALLY’S HELPER</a> <i>70</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c10">10 OVERTURNED</a> <i>79</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c11">11 A QUESTION OF RULES</a> <i>88</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c12">12 NIGHT PROWLER</a> <i>95</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c13">13 THE STOLEN TROPHY</a> <i>108</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c14">14 TRAPPED</a> <i>117</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c15">15 UNDER THE SAIL</a> <i>124</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c16">16 SILK STOCKINGS</a> <i>131</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c17">17 BASEMENT LOOT</a> <i>141</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c18">18 OVER THE BALCONY</a> <i>150</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c19">19 FLIGHT</a> <i>157</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c20">20 A DESPERATE PLIGHT</a> <i>165</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c21">21 RESCUE</a> <i>172</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c22">22 CAPTAIN BARKER’S COURAGE</a> <i>179</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c23">23 FIRE!</a> <i>187</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c24">24 DREDGING THE RIVER</a> <i>195</i></dt> +<dt><a href="#c25">25 THE RACE</a> <i>204</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>ADRIFT</i></h2> +<p>“This is the limit! The very limit!” Giving his +leather suitcase an impatient kick, Anthony Parker +began to pace up and down the creaking old dock.</p> +<p>His daughter Penny, who stood in the shadow of +a shed out of the hot afternoon sun, grinned at him +with good humor and understanding.</p> +<p>“Oh, take it easy, Dad,” she advised. “After all, +this is a vacation and we have two weeks before us. +Isn’t the river beautiful?”</p> +<p>“What’s beautiful about it?” her father growled.</p> +<p>However, he turned to gaze at a zigzag group of +sailboats tacking gracefully along the far rippled +shore. Not a quarter of a mile away, a ferryboat +churned the blue water to whip cream foam as it +steamed upstream.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_2">[2]</div> +<p>“Are you certain this is the dock where we were to +meet Mr. Gandiss?” Penny asked after a moment. “It +seems queer he would fail us, for it’s nearly five +o’clock now. We’ve waited almost an hour.”</p> +<p>Ceasing the restless pacing, Mr. Parker, publisher +of the <i>Riverview Star</i>, a daily newspaper, searched his +pockets and found a crumpled letter.</p> +<p>Reviewing it at a glance, he said: “Four o’clock +was the hour Mr. Gandiss promised to meet us at dock +fourteen.”</p> +<p>“This is number fourteen,” Penny confirmed, +pointing to the numbers plainly visible on the shed. +“Obviously something happened to Mr. Gandiss. Perhaps +he forgot.”</p> +<p>“A nice thing!” muttered the publisher. “Here he +invites us to spend two weeks at his island home and +then fails to meet us! Does he expect us to swim to +the island?”</p> +<p>Penny, a slim, blue-eyed girl with shoulder length +bob which the wind tossed about at will, wandered to +the edge of the dock.</p> +<p>“That must be Shadow Island over there,” she +observed, indicating a dot of green land which arched +from the water like the curving back of a turtle. “It +must be nearly a mile away.”</p> +<p>“The question is, how much longer are we to wait?” +Mr. Parker glanced again at his watch. “It’s starting +to cloud up, and may rain in another half hour. Why +not taxi into town? What’s the name of this one-horse +dump, anyhow?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_3">[3]</div> +<p>“Our tickets read ‘Tate’s Beach.’”</p> +<p>“Well, Tate’s Beach must do without us this summer,” +Mr. Parker snapped, picking up his suitcase. +“I’ve had my fill of this! We’ll spend the night in a +hotel, then start for Riverview on the early morning +train.”</p> +<p>“Do you know Mr. Gandiss well?” Penny inquired, +stalling for time.</p> +<p>“He advertises in the <i>Star</i>, and we played golf together +occasionally when he came to Riverview. I +must have been crazy to accept an invitation to come +here!”</p> +<p>“Oh, we’ll have a good time if only we can get to +the island, Dad.”</p> +<p>“I can’t figure out exactly why Gandiss invited us,” +Mr. Parker added thoughtfully. “He has something +in mind besides entertainment, but what it is, I haven’t +been able to guess.”</p> +<p>“How about hiring a boat?” Penny suggested.</p> +<p>Her father debated, then shook his head. “No, if +Gandiss doesn’t think enough of his guests to meet +them, then he can do without us. Come on, we’re +leaving!”</p> +<p>Never noted for an even temper or patience, the +publisher strode down the dock.</p> +<p>“Wait, Dad!” Penny called excitedly. “I think +someone may be coming for us now!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_4">[4]</div> +<p>A mahogany motorboat with glittering brasswork, +approached at high speed from the direction of +Shadow Island. As Penny and her father hopefully +watched, it swerved toward their dock, and the motor +was throttled.</p> +<p>“That’s not Mr. Gandiss,” the publisher said, observing +a sandy-haired, freckled youth at the steering +wheel.</p> +<p>Nevertheless, suitcase in hand, he waited for the +boat.</p> +<p>The craft came in smoothly, and the young man +at the wheel leaped out and made fast to a dock post.</p> +<p>“You’re Anthony Parker!” he exclaimed, greeting +Penny’s father, and bestowing an apologetic smile +upon them both. “I’m Jack—Jack Gandiss.”</p> +<p>“Harvey Gandiss’ son?” Mr. Parker inquired, his +annoyance melting.</p> +<p>“A chip off the old block,” the boy grinned. +“Hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”</p> +<p>“Well, we had just about given up,” Mr. Parker +admitted truthfully.</p> +<p>“I’m sure sorry, sir. I promised my father I would +meet you sharp at four. Fact is, I was out on the +river with some friends, and didn’t realize how late it +was. We were practicing for the trophy sailboat +race.”</p> +<p>Penny’s blue eyes sparkled with interest. An excellent +swimmer, she too enjoyed sailing and all water +sports. However, she had never competed in a race.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_5">[5]</div> +<p>“Suppose we get along to the island,” Mr. Parker +interposed, glancing at the sky. “I don’t like the look +of those clouds.”</p> +<p>“Oh, it won’t rain for hours,” Jack said carelessly. +“Those clouds are moving slowly and we’ll reach the +island within ten minutes.”</p> +<p>Helping Penny and Mr. Parker into the motorboat, +he stowed the luggage under the seat and then cast +off. In a sweeping circle, the craft sped past a canbuoy +which marked a shoal, and out into the swift +current.</p> +<p>Penny held tightly to her straw hat to keep it from +being blown downstream. A stiff breeze churned the +waves which spanked hard against the bow of the +boat.</p> +<p>“My father was sorry he couldn’t meet you himself!” +Jack hurled at them above the whistle of the +wind. “He was held up at the airplane factory—labor +trouble or something of the sort.”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker nodded, his good humor entirely restored. +Settling comfortably in the leather seat, he +focused his gaze on distant Shadow Island.</p> +<p>“Good fishing around here?” he inquired.</p> +<p>“The best ever. You’ll like it, sir.”</p> +<p>Jack was nearly seventeen, with light hair and steel +blue eyes. His white trousers were none too well +pressed and the sleeves of an old sweater bore smears +of grease. Steering the boat with finger-tip control, +he deliberately cut through the highest of the waves, +treating his passengers to a series of jolts.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_6">[6]</div> +<p>Some distance away, a ferryboat, the <i>River Queen</i>, +glided smoothly along, its railings thronged with people. +In the pilot house, a girl who might have been +sixteen, stood at the wheel.</p> +<p>“Look, Dad!” Penny exclaimed. “A girl is handling +that big boat!”</p> +<p>“Sally Barker,” Jack informed disparagingly. +“She’s the daughter of Captain Barker who owns the +<i>River Queen</i>. A brat if ever there was one!”</p> +<p>“She certainly has that ferryboat eating out of her +hand,” Mr. Parker commented admiringly.</p> +<p>“Oh, she handles a boat well enough. Why +shouldn’t she? The captain started teaching her about +the river when she was only three years old. He +taught her all she knows about sailboat racing, too.”</p> +<p>Jack’s tone of voice left no doubt that he considered +Sally Barker completely beneath his notice. As the +two boats drew fairly close together, the girl in the +pilot house waved, but he pretended not to see.</p> +<p>“You said something about a sailboat race when we +were at the dock,” Penny reminded him eagerly. “Is +it an annual affair?”</p> +<p>Jack nodded, swerving to avoid a floating log. +“Sally won the trophy last year. Before that I held +it. This year I am planning on winning it back.”</p> +<p>“Oh, I see,” Penny commented dryly.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_7">[7]</div> +<p>“That’s not why I dislike Sally,” Jack said to correct +any misapprehension she might have gained. “It’s +just—well, she’s so sure of herself—so blamed stubborn. +And it’s an insult to Tate’s Beach the way she +flaunts the trophy aboard that cheap old ferryboat!”</p> +<p>“How do you mean?” Mr. Parker inquired, his curiosity +aroused.</p> +<p>Jack did not reply, for just then the engine +coughed. The boat plowed on a few feet, and the +motor cut off again.</p> +<p>“Now what?” Jack exclaimed, alarmed.</p> +<p>Even as he spoke, the engine died completely.</p> +<p>“Sounds to me as if we’re out of gas,” observed Mr. +Parker. “How is your supply?”</p> +<p>A stricken look came upon Jack’s wind-tanned face. +“I forgot to fill the tank before I left the island,” he +confessed ruefully. “My father told me to be sure to +do it, but I started off in such a hurry.”</p> +<p>“Haven’t you an extra can of fuel aboard?” Mr. +Parker asked, trying to hide his annoyance.</p> +<p>Jack shook his head, gazing gloomily toward the +distant island. The current had caught the boat and +was carrying it downstream, away from the Gandiss +estate.</p> +<p>“Nothing to do then, but get out the oars. And it +will be a long, hard row.”</p> +<p>“Oars?” Jack echoed weakly. “We haven’t any +aboard and no anchor either.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_8">[8]</div> +<p>Mr. Parker was too disgusted to speak. A man +who demanded efficiency and responsibility in his own +newspaper plant, he had no patience with those negligent +of their duties. Because he and Penny were to +be guests of the Gandiss family, he made an effort not +to blame Jack for the mishap.</p> +<p>“I—I’m terribly sorry,” the boy stammered. “But +we shouldn’t be stranded here long. We’ll soon be +picked up.”</p> +<p>Hopefully, Jack gazed toward the nearest shore. +No small boats were visible. The ferry, plying her +regular passenger route, now was far upstream.</p> +<p>Although the sun still shone brightly, clouds frequently +blocked it from view. Waves slapped higher +against the drifting boat and the river took on a dark +cast.</p> +<p>Neither Penny nor her father spoke of the increasing +certainty of rain. However, they watched the +shifting clouds uneasily. Soon there was no more +sun, and the river waters became inky black.</p> +<p>Presently the wind died completely and a dead +calm held the boat. But not for many minutes. Soon +a ripple of breeze ruffled the water, and far upstream +a haze of rain blotted out the shoreline.</p> +<p>“Here it comes!” Mr. Parker said tersely, buttoning +up his coat.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_9">[9]</div> +<p>The next instant, wind and rain struck the little +boat in full force. Penny’s hat was swept from her +head and went sailing gaily down river. Waves +which broke higher and higher, spanked the boat, +threatening to overturn it when they struck broadside.</p> +<p>“If we just had an anchor—” Jack murmured but +did not finish.</p> +<p>Above the fury of the storm could be heard the +faint clatter of a motorboat engine. Straining their +eyes, they pierced the wall of rain to see a small speedboat +fighting its way upstream.</p> +<p>“A boat!” Penny cried. “Now we’ll be picked up!”</p> +<p>Jack sprang to his feet, waving and shouting. +Closer and closer approached the boat, but there was +no answering shout from those aboard.</p> +<p>Mr. Parker, Penny and Jack yelled in unison. They +thought for a moment that the occupants must have +heard their cries and would come to the rescue. But +the craft did not change course.</p> +<p>Keeping steadily on, it passed the drifting motorboat +well to starboard, and disappeared into the curtain +of rain.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_10">[10]</div> +<h2 id="c2"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">2</span> +<br /><i>THE BRASS LANTERN</i></h2> +<p>The rain dashed into Penny’s face and ran in +rivulets down her neck. With a change in the wind +direction, the air had become suddenly cold. Shivering, +she huddled close to her father for warmth.</p> +<p>Veiled by rain, the shore no longer was visible. Far +to the right, the chug of a laboring motorboat was +heard for an instant, then died away. It was apparent +to Penny that they were drifting downstream quite +rapidly.</p> +<p>“Listen!” she cried a moment later.</p> +<p>From upriver had come three sharp blasts of a +whistle.</p> +<p>“That’s the <i>River Queen</i>,” muttered Jack, tossing +a lock of wet hair out of his eyes. “We must be right +in her path.”</p> +<p>“Then maybe we’ll be picked up!” Penny exclaimed +hopefully.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_11">[11]</div> +<p>Jack gave a snort of disgust. “I’d rather drown than +accept help from Sally Barker! Wouldn’t she gloat!”</p> +<p>“Young man,” interposed Mr. Parker with emphasis, +“this is no time for false pride. We’re in a predicament +and will welcome help from any source.”</p> +<p>“Yes, sir, I guess you’re right,” murmured Jack, +completely squelched. “I sure am sorry about getting +you into this mess.”</p> +<p>Gazing through the curtain of driving rain, Penny +tried to glimpse the <i>River Queen</i>. Suddenly she distinguished +its high decks and was dismayed to see that +the ferry was bearing at full speed directly toward the +drifting motorboat.</p> +<p>Jack leaped to his feet, frantically waving his arms. +Realizing the danger of being run down, Mr. Parker +likewise sprang up, shouting.</p> +<p>Straight on came the <i>River Queen</i>, her pilot seemingly +unaware of the little boat low in the water and +directly in the path.</p> +<p>“They don’t see us!” Jack shouted hoarsely. “We’ll +be run down!”</p> +<p>The ferryboat now was very close. Its dark hull +loomed up. Expecting a splintering crash, Penny +struggled to her feet, preparing to jump overboard. +But instead, she heard a series of sharp whistle toots, +and the ferryboat swerved, missing them by a scant +three yards.</p> +<p>“Wow! Was that close!” Jack muttered, collapsing +weakly on the seat. Then he straightened up again +into alert attention, for the ferry had reduced speed.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_12">[12]</div> +<p>“Maybe we’re going to be picked up!” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>The ferryboat indeed had maneuvered so that the +current would swing the drifting craft directly toward +it.</p> +<p>Five minutes later, wet and bedraggled, the three +stranded sailors scrambled up a lowered ladder onto +the <i>River Queen’s</i> slippery deck. A few curious passengers +who braved the rain, stared curiously at them +as they sought shelter.</p> +<p>“Well, if it isn’t Jack Gandiss, and in trouble again!” +boomed Captain Barker, owner of the ferry. He was +a short, stubby, red-faced man, with twinkling blue +eyes. “What happened this time? Engine conk +out?”</p> +<p>“We ran out of gas,” the boy admitted briefly. +“Thanks for picking us up.”</p> +<p>“Better thank Sally here,” replied the captain, giving +orders for the motorboat to be taken in tow. “It was +her sharp eyes that picked you up out o’ the storm.”</p> +<p>Penny turned to see a dark-haired girl of her own +age standing in the doorway of the pilot house. In +oilskin hat and coat, one easily might have mistaken +her for a boy. Impatiently she brushed aside a strand +of wet hair which straggled from beneath the ugly +headgear, and came out on the rain-swept deck.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_13">[13]</div> +<p>“Well, well, if it isn’t Jack!” she chortled, enjoying +the boy’s discomfiture. “Imagine an old tar like you +running out of gas!”</p> +<p>“Never mind the cracks!” he retorted grimly. “Just +go back to your knitting!”</p> +<p>Turning her back upon Jack, Sally studied Penny +with curious interest.</p> +<p>“Do I know you?” she inquired.</p> +<p>“My father and I are to be guests at the Gandiss +home,” Penny explained, volunteering their names. +“We were on our way to Shadow Island when we ran +out of gas.”</p> +<p>“Let’s not go into all the gory details here,” Jack +broke in. “We’re getting wet.”</p> +<p>“You mean you <i>are</i> all wet,” corrected Sally, grinning.</p> +<p>“Sally, take our guests to the cabin,” Captain Barker +instructed with high good humor. “I’ll handle the +wheel. We’re late on our run now.”</p> +<p>“How about dropping us off at the island?” Jack +inquired. “If we had some gasoline—”</p> +<p>“We’ll take care of you on the return trip,” the captain +promised. “No time now. We have a hundred +passengers to unload at Osage.”</p> +<p>Penny followed Sally along the wet deck to a companionway +and down the stairs to the private quarters +of the captain and his daughter.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_14">[14]</div> +<p>“Osage is a town across the river,” Sally explained +briefly. “Pop and I make the run every hour. This +is our last trip today, thank Jupiter!”</p> +<p>The cabin was warm and cozy, though cramped in +space. Sally gave Mr. Parker one of her father’s warm +sweaters to put on over his sodden garments, offered +Penny a complete change of outer clothing, and deliberately +ignored Jack’s needs.</p> +<p>“You may return the duds later,” she said, leading +Penny to an adjoining cabin where she could change +her clothes. “How long do you folks expect to stay +at Shadow Island?”</p> +<p>“Two weeks probably.” Penny wriggled out of +the limp dress.</p> +<p>“Then we’ll have time to get better acquainted. +You’ll be here for the trophy race too!” Sally’s dark +eyes danced and she added in a very loud voice: +“You’ll be around to see Jack get licked!”</p> +<p>“In a pig’s eye!” called Jack through the thin partition +of the cabin. “Why, that old sailboat of yours is +just a mess of wormwood!”</p> +<p>“It was fast enough to win the brass lantern trophy!” +Sally challenged, winking at Penny. In a whisper she +explained: “I always get a kick out of tormenting Jack! +He’s so cocky and sure of himself! It does him good +to be taken down a peg.”</p> +<p>“Tell me about the race,” urged Penny. “It sounds +interesting—especially your feud with Jack.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_15">[15]</div> +<p>“Later,” promised Sally carelessly. “Right now I +want to get you something warm to drink before we +dock at Osage. Here, give me those wet clothes. I’ll +dry them for you, and send them to Shadow Island +tomorrow.”</p> +<p>Rejoining Jack and Mr. Parker, the captain’s daughter +conducted the party to a food bar in the passenger +lounge.</p> +<p>“Hot Java,” she instructed the counter man. “And +what will you have to go with it? Hamburgers or +dogs? This is on the house.”</p> +<p>“Make mine a dog with plenty of mustard,” laughed +Penny, enjoying the girl’s breezy slang.</p> +<p>“Nothing for me except coffee,” said Jack stiffly. +“I’ll pay for it too.”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker decided upon a hamburger. Food, especially +the steaming hot coffee, revived the drooping +spirits of the trio. Even Jack thawed slightly in his +attitude toward Sally.</p> +<p>Sipping the brew from a thick China mug, Penny’s +gaze roved curiously about the lounge. The room +was poorly furnished, with an ancient red carpet and +wicker chairs. Passengers were absorbed with newspapers, +their fretful children, or the <i>River Queen’s</i> +supply of ancient magazines.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_16">[16]</div> +<p>The lounge however, was scrupulously clean, and +every fixture had been polished until it shone like gold. +Sam Barker, whose father before him had sailed a river +boat, was an able, efficient captain, one of the best and +most respected on the waterfront.</p> +<p>Attached to an overhead beam near the food bar, +swung an ancient brass lantern. The body was hexagonal +in shape, its panes of glass protected by bars of +metal. A two-part ornamental turret was covered with +a hood from which was attached the suspending ring.</p> +<p>“That lantern came from an old whaling boat nearly +a century ago,” Sally explained. “For many years it +was kept in the Country Club as a curio. Then two +seasons ago, it was offered as a trophy in the annual +Hat Island sailboat race held here.”</p> +<p>“I won the lantern the first year,” Jack contributed. +He pointed to his name and the date engraved on the +trophy’s base.</p> +<p>“The second year, I upset the apple cart by winning,” +Sally added with a grin. “The race next week +will decide who keeps the lantern permanently.”</p> +<p>“Providing it isn’t stolen first!” Jack cut in pointedly. +“Sally, why must you be so stubborn about +hanging it here on the <i>River Queen?</i> Every Tom, +Dick, and Harry rides this old tub.”</p> +<p>“Don’t call the <i>River Queen</i> a tub,” drawled Sally, +her tone warning him he had gone far enough. “And +as for our passengers—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_17">[17]</div> +<p>“What I mean,” Jack corrected hastily, “is that you +can’t vouch for the honesty of every person who rides +this ferry.”</p> +<p>“I’m not in the least worried about the lantern being +stolen,” Sally retorted. “I won it fairly enough, +didn’t I?”</p> +<p>“Yes.”</p> +<p>“Then it’s mine to display as I choose. The racing +committee agreed to that. The lantern is chained to a +beam and is safe enough.”</p> +<p>“I hope so,” Jack said grimly. “I aim to win it back, +and I don’t want to see it do a disappearing act before +the day of the race.”</p> +<p>“You won’t,” Sally returned shortly. “I accept full +responsibility, so let me do the worrying.”</p> +<p>A signal bell tapped several times, a warning to the +passengers that the ferry was approaching shore. As +those aboard began to gather up their belongings, Sally +buttoned her oilskin coat tightly about her.</p> +<p>“Excuse me for a minute,” she said to Penny and Mr. +Parker. “I’ve got to help Pop. See you later.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_18">[18]</div> +<h2 id="c3"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">3</span> +<br /><i>A “PROBLEM” BOY</i></h2> +<p>Penny, Jack and Mr. Parker reached the deck of +the <i>River Queen</i> in time to see Sally leap nimbly across +a wide space to the dock. There she looped a great +coil of rope expertly over the post and helped get the +gangplank down.</p> +<p>“Step lively!” she urged the passengers pleasantly, +but in a voice crisp with authority.</p> +<p>In a space of five minutes, she had helped an old man +on crutches, found a child who had become separated +from his mother, and refused passage to three young +men who sought to make a return trip on the ferry.</p> +<p>“Sorry, this is the end of the line,” she told them +firmly. “Our last trip today.”</p> +<p>“Then how about a date?” one of the men teased.</p> +<p>Sally paid not the slightest heed. Raising the gangplank, +she signalled for the ferry to pull away.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_19">[19]</div> +<p>“Sally always likes to put on a show!” Jack muttered +disapprovingly. “To watch her perform, one +would think she were the captain!”</p> +<p>“Well, she impresses me as a most capable young +lady,” commented Mr. Parker. “After all, we owe +our rescue to her and Captain Barker.”</p> +<p>Taking the hint, Jack offered no further disparaging +remarks. Rain had ceased to fall, but deep shadows +blotted out the river shores. Watching from the railing, +Penny saw the island loom up, a dark, compact +mass of black.</p> +<p>“The ferry can’t land there?” she inquired in surprise.</p> +<p>Jack shook his head. “Shoals,” he explained briefly. +“In the spring during the flood season, the channel is +fairly safe. Now—”</p> +<p>He broke off, and turned to stare toward the pilot +house. The engines had been stilled and the ferry was +drifting in toward the island. Captain Barker stood +by his wheel, silent, watchful as a cat.</p> +<p>“By George!” Jack exclaimed admiringly. “The +old boy intends to take her in through the shoals. But +it’s a risky thing to do.”</p> +<p>“It is necessary?” asked Mr. Parker, deeply concerned. +“After all, we’ve already caused the Barkers +great inconvenience. Surely there is no need for them +to risk going aground just to put us off at the Island.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_20">[20]</div> +<p>“Captain Barker could give us a little gasoline, but +he gets a big kick out of doing it this way,” Jack muttered. +“He and Sally both like to show off. It +wouldn’t surprise me if the old boy oversteps himself +this time. We’re running into shoal water.”</p> +<p>Sally, evidently worried, stationed herself at the +bow of the <i>River Queen</i>, dropping a leadline over the +side.</p> +<p>“Eight and a half feet!” she called. “Seven and +three-quarters—”</p> +<p>“We’ll never make it,” Jack murmured. “We’re +going aground now!”</p> +<p>Even as he spoke, the ferryboat grated on the sandy +river bottom.</p> +<p>Captain Barker seemed not in the least disturbed. +“Let ’er have it!” he shouted through the speaking +tube. “Every ounce we’ve got!”</p> +<p>Rasping and groaning in its timbers, the stout little +ferryboat ground her way through the sand. For one +terrifying moment it seemed that she had wedged herself +fast. But she shuddered and went over the bar +into deeper water.</p> +<p>Sally drew a long sigh of relief, and grinned at Jack. +“I knew Pop could make it,” she chuckled, “but he +sure had me scared for a minute.”</p> +<p>“That was a remarkable demonstration of piloting,” +Mr. Parker declared. “Are we in safe waters now?”</p> +<p>“Yes, the channel is deep all the way to our dock,” +Jack replied. “I guess Captain Barker aims to dump +us off at our front door.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_21">[21]</div> +<p>Bells jingled again, the engines were cut, and the +ferry drifted up to Shadow Island wharf. While Mr. +Parker and Penny were thanking Captain Barker, Sally +helped Jack and one of the sailors set loose the towed +motorboat. Their loud, argumentative voices could +be heard from the stern.</p> +<p>“Those kids scrap like a dog and a cat when they’re +together,” chuckled Captain Barker. “But I calculate +they’ll outgrow it when they’re a little older. At +least, I hope so.”</p> +<p>Saying a reluctant goodbye, Mr. Parker and Penny +tramped ashore, and with Jack, watched until the <i>River +Queen</i> had safely passed the shoal and was well out in +the main channel again.</p> +<p>Before they could pick up the luggage, an elderly, +gray-haired man came hurriedly down a flagstone +walk from the brightly lighted house on the knoll.</p> +<p>“Mr. Gandiss!” exclaimed Anthony Parker, grasping +his outstretched hand. “This is my daughter, +Penelope. Or Penny, everyone calls her.”</p> +<p>The owner of Shadow Island greeted the girl with +more than casual interest. But as he spoke, his puzzled +gaze followed the <i>River Queen</i> whose lights now could +be seen far upstream.</p> +<p>“I may as well make a clean breast of it, Dad,” Jack +said before his father could request an explanation. +“We ran out of gas, and the <i>Queen</i> picked us up.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_22">[22]</div> +<p>“You ran out of gas? I distinctly recall warning +you this afternoon that the tank would need to be refilled.”</p> +<p>“I forgot,” Jack said, edging away. Before his +father could reprimand him further, he disappeared in +the direction of the boathouse.</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss, a stout, pleasant man, was distressed by +his son’s behavior. As he led the way to the house, he +apologized so profusely that Penny and her father began +to feel uncomfortable.</p> +<p>“Oh, boys will be boys,” Mr. Parker declared, trying +to put an end to the discussion. “No harm was +done.”</p> +<p>“We enjoyed the adventure,” added Penny sincerely. +“It was a pleasure to meet Captain Barker and +his daughter.”</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss refused to abandon the subject.</p> +<p>“Jack worries me,” he confessed ruefully. “He’s +sixteen now—almost seventeen, but in some respects +he has no responsibility. He’s an only child, and I am +afraid my wife and I have spoiled him.”</p> +<p>“Jack doesn’t seem to get along with Sally Barker +very well,” Penny remarked, smiling at the recollection.</p> +<p>“That’s another thing,” nodded the island owner. +“Sally is a fine girl and smart as a whip. Jack has the +idea that because she isn’t the product of a finishing +school, she is beneath notice. Sally likes to prick holes +in Jack’s inflated ego, and then the war is on!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_23">[23]</div> +<p>“You have a fine son,” Mr. Parker said warmly. +“He’ll outgrow all these ideas.”</p> +<p>“I hope so,” sighed Mr. Gandiss. “I certainly do.” +His expression conveyed the impression that he was +not too confident.</p> +<p>The Gandiss home, surrounded by shrubs, was large +and pretentious. At the front there was a long, narrow +terrace which caught the breeze and commanded +a view of the river for half a mile in either direction. +There were tennis courts at the rear, and a garden.</p> +<p>“I’m glad you folks will be here for the annual sailboat +race,” Mr. Gandiss remarked, pausing to indicate +the twinkling shore lights across the water. “If it +were daytime, you could see the entire course from +here. Jack is to race a new boat built especially for +him.”</p> +<p>“Sally Barker is his chief competitor?” inquired +Penny.</p> +<p>“Yes, in skill they are about equally matched, I +should say. They take their feud very seriously.”</p> +<p>In the open doorway stood Mrs. Gandiss, a silver-haired +woman not yet in her fifties. Cordially, she +bade the newcomers welcome.</p> +<p>“What a dreadful time you must have had out on +the river!” she said sympathetically. “The storm +came up so quickly. My husband would have met +you himself, but he was delayed at the factory.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_24">[24]</div> +<p>A servant was sent for the luggage, and Effie, a +maid, conducted Penny to her room. The chamber +was luxuriously furnished with a green tiled bath adjoining. +Pulling a silken cord to open the Venetian +blinds, Penny saw that the window overlooked the +river. She breathed deeply of the damp, rain-freshened +air.</p> +<p>“Where do the Barkers live?” she asked Effie who +was laying out embroidered towels.</p> +<p>“Wherever it suits their fancy to drop anchor, Miss. +Since I came here to work, the only home they ever +have had was aboard their ferryboat.”</p> +<p>The luggage soon was brought up, and Effie unpacked, +carefully hanging up each garment. Penny +inquired if she would have time for a hot bath.</p> +<p>“Oh, yes, Miss. The Gandiss’ never dine until +eight. I will draw your tub. Pine scent or violet?”</p> +<p>Penny swallowed hard and nearly lost her composure. +“Make it pine,” she managed, “and omit the +needles!”</p> +<p>Exposure to rain and cold had stiffened her muscles +and made her feel thoroughly miserable. However, +after fifteen minutes in a steaming bath, she felt as +fresh as ever. Her golden hair curled in ringlets tight +to her head, and when she came from the bathroom, +she found a blue dinner dress neatly pressed and laid +on the bed.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_25">[25]</div> +<p>“Two weeks of this life and I won’t even be able +to brush my own teeth,” she thought. “No wonder +Jack is such a spoiled darling.”</p> +<p>Penny wondered what Mrs. Maud Weems would +say if she were there. The Parkers lived nearly a hundred +miles away in a city called Riverview, and Mrs. +Weems, the housekeeper, had looked after Penny +since the death of her mother many years before.</p> +<p>Mr. Parker, known throughout the state, published +a daily newspaper, the <i>Star</i>, and his daughter frequently +helped him by writing news or offering unrequested +advice.</p> +<p>In truth, neither she nor her father had been eager +to spend a vacation with members of the Gandiss +family, feeling that they were practically strangers. +Jack, Penny feared, might prove a particular trial.</p> +<p>In the living room, a cheerful fire had been started +in the grate. Mr. and Mrs. Gandiss were chatting with +Mr. Parker, trying their best to make him feel at home.</p> +<p>An awkward break in the conversation was covered +by announcement that dinner was served. Jack’s +chair at the end of the table remained conspicuously +empty.</p> +<p>“Where is the boy?” Mr. Gandiss asked his wife in +a disapproving tone.</p> +<p>“I’m sure I don’t know,” she sighed. “The last I +saw him, he was down at the dock.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_26">[26]</div> +<p>A servant was sent to find Jack. After a long absence, +he returned to say that the boy was nowhere on +the island, and that the motorboat was missing.</p> +<p>“He’s off somewhere again, and without permission,” +Mr. Gandiss said irritably. “Probably to the +Harpers’. You see what I mean, Mr. Parker? A +growing boy is a fearful problem.”</p> +<p>Penny and her father avoided a discussion of such +a personal subject. An excellent dinner of six courses +was served in perfect style, but while the food was +well cooked, no one really enjoyed the meal.</p> +<p>Coffee in tiny China cups was offered in Mr. +Gandiss’ study. His wife excused herself to go to +the kitchen for a moment and the two men were left +alone with Penny.</p> +<p>Unexpectedly, Mr. Gandiss said:</p> +<p>“Anthony, I suppose you wonder why I really invited +you here.”</p> +<p>“I am curious,” Mr. Parker admitted, lighting a +cigar. “Does your son Jack have anything to do +with it?”</p> +<p>“I need advice in dealing with the boy,” Mr. Gandiss +acknowledged. “It occurred to me that association +with a sensible girl like your daughter might help +to straighten him out.”</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t count on that,” Penny interposed hastily. +“As Dad can tell you, I have a lot of most unsensible +ideas of my own.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_27">[27]</div> +<p>“Jack is a problem,” Mr. Gandiss resumed, “but I +have even more serious ones. How are you two at +solving a mystery?”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker winked at his daughter and paid her +tribute. “Penny has built up quite a reputation for +herself as an amateur Sherlock Holmes. Running +down gangsters is her specialty.”</p> +<p>“Dad, you egg!” Penny said indignantly.</p> +<p>Both men laughed. But Mr. Gandiss immediately +became serious again.</p> +<p>“My problem is difficult,” he declared, “and I believe +you may be able to help me, because I’ve heard +a great deal about the manner in which you have solved +other mysteries.”</p> +<p>“Only in the interests of gaining good stories for +our newspaper, <i>The Star</i>,” Mr. Parker supplied.</p> +<p>“This probably would not net a story for your paper,” +the island owner said. “In fact, we are particularly +anxious to keep the facts from getting into print. +The truth is, strange things have occurred at my airplane +factory in Osage—”</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss did not finish, for at that moment +someone rapped loudly on an outside screen door.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_28">[28]</div> +<h2 id="c4"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">4</span> +<br /><i>THROUGH THE WINDOW</i></h2> +<p>“Now who can that be?” Mr. Gandiss remarked, +startled by the knock on the door. “I heard no motorboat +approach the island.”</p> +<p>He waited, and a moment later a servant entered to +say that two detectives, Jason Fellows and Stanley +Williams, had arrived from the factory and wished to +report to him.</p> +<p>Penny and her father politely arose to withdraw, +but Mr. Gandiss waved them back into chairs.</p> +<p>“No, don’t go,” he said. “I want you to meet these +men.”</p> +<p>The two detectives, who had reached the island in a +rented motorboat, appeared in the doorway. Mr. +Gandiss introduced them to Penny and her father, +and then inquired what had brought them to the +house at so late an hour.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_29">[29]</div> +<p>“It’s the same old story only more of it,” Detective +Williams said tersely. “Another large supply of brass +disappeared from the factory yesterday.”</p> +<p>“Any clues?”</p> +<p>“Not a one. Obviously the brass is being stolen by +employes, but so far the guilty persons have eluded +all our traps.”</p> +<p>“Have you calculated how much I am losing a +year?” Mr. Gandiss asked bitterly.</p> +<p>“At the present resale value of brass and copper, +not less than $60,000 a year,” Mr. Fellows reported. +“However, the thieves are becoming bolder day by +day, so your loss may run much higher.”</p> +<p>“See here,” Mr. Gandiss said, showing irritation. +“I’m paying you fellows a salary to catch those +thieves, and I expect action! You say you have no +clues?”</p> +<p>“Several employes are under suspicion,” Mr. Williams +disclosed. “But we haven’t enough evidence to +make any accusations or arrests.”</p> +<p>“Then get some evidence!” Mr. Gandiss snapped. +“This ring of petty thieves must be broken up! If +you can’t produce results, I’ll turn the case over to +another agency.”</p> +<p>After the two detectives had gone, the island owner +began to pace the floor nervously.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_30">[30]</div> +<p>“Now you know why I wanted you to come here, +Mr. Parker,” he said, slumping down into a chair +again. “My plant, which is making war materials, is +being systematically looted of valuable copper and +brass. The pieces smuggled out are small in size, but +they count up to a staggering total.”</p> +<p>“Sabotage?” Mr. Parker inquired.</p> +<p>“I doubt it,” the island owner replied, frowning. +“While the thefts slow up our war work, the delay +is not serious. Materials disappear from the stock +rooms and from the floors where the girls work. I +hold a theory that the metal is being taken by employes +who resell it for personal gain.”</p> +<p>“It looks like a simple case of theft,” Mr. Parker +declared. “I should think your detectives would have +no trouble running down the guilty persons.”</p> +<p>“That’s what I thought at first,” Mr. Gandiss answered +grimly. “It appeared as easy as A B C. But +all ordinary methods of catching the thieves have +failed. Obviously, the thefts are well organized by +someone thoroughly familiar with the plant. It’s getting +on my nerves.”</p> +<p>“Have you called in the police?”</p> +<p>“No, and I don’t intend to. The matter must be +handled quietly. That’s why I need your advice.”</p> +<p>“But I’m no detective,” Mr. Parker protested. +“Why call on me?”</p> +<p>“Because you and your daughter have solved some +pretty tangled cases.”</p> +<p>“Only for the newspaper,” Mr. Parker replied. +“How many employes do you have at the plant?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_31">[31]</div> +<p>“About 5000. And not a scrap of real evidence +against any individual. There seems to be a perfect +system in accounting for all the stock, yet somehow +it gets away from the factory.”</p> +<p>“Have you had employes searched as they leave the +building?”</p> +<p>“No, we haven’t dared resort to that,” Mr. Gandiss +answered. “You can’t search such a large number of +workers. If we tried it, half the force would quit.”</p> +<p>“I’d be glad to help you, if I could,” Mr. Parker +offered. “Unfortunately, I don’t see how I can if +professional detectives have failed.”</p> +<p>“Let me be the judge of that,” said the island owner +quickly. “Will you and your daughter visit the factory +with me in the morning?”</p> +<p>“We’d welcome the opportunity.”</p> +<p>“Then we’ll go into the records and all the details +tomorrow,” Mr. Gandiss declared, well satisfied. “I +know you’ll be able to help me.”</p> +<p>Penny and her father were tired, and shortly after +ten o’clock went to their rooms. Mr. Gandiss’ problem +interested them, though they felt that he had +greatly overrated their ability in believing they could +contribute to a solution of the mystery.</p> +<p>“I’m not certain I care to become involved,” Mr. +Parker confessed to Penny, who in robe and slippers +had tiptoed into his room to say goodnight.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_32">[32]</div> +<p>“But Dad, we can’t decently refuse,” Penny returned +eagerly. “I think it would be fun to try to +catch those thieves!”</p> +<p>“Well, we’ll see,” yawned Mr. Parker. “Skip back +to bed now.”</p> +<p>Penny read a magazine for an hour, and then +switched off the light on the night table. Snuggling +down under the silk coverlet, she slept soundly.</p> +<p>Sometime later, she found herself suddenly awake, +though what had aroused her she could not guess. +The room remained dark, but the first glimmer of +dawn slanted through the Venetian blinds.</p> +<p>Penny rolled over and settled down for another +snooze. Then she heard a disturbing sound. The +wooden blinds were rattling ever so slightly, yet +there was no breeze. Next her startled gaze focused +upon a hand which had been thrust through the window +to stealthily push the blinds aside.</p> +<p>A leg appeared over the sill, and a dark figure +stepped boldly into the bedroom.</p> +<p>Terrified, Penny sat up so quickly that the bed +springs creaked a loud protest. Instantly the intruder +turned his face toward her.</p> +<p>“Keep quiet!” he hissed.</p> +<p>With mingled relief and indignation, Penny recognized +Jack. He tiptoed to the bed.</p> +<p>“Now don’t let out a yip,” he cautioned. “I don’t +want Mom or my father to hear.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_33">[33]</div> +<p>“Well, of all the nerve!” Penny exclaimed indignantly. +“Is this my room or is it your private runway?”</p> +<p>“Don’t go off the deep end. All the doors are +locked and the servants have orders not to let me in +if I am late.”</p> +<p>“It’s nearly morning,” said Penny, hiding a yawn. +“Where in the world did you go?”</p> +<p>“Town,” Jack answered briefly.</p> +<p>Penny began to understand the cause of Mr. Gandiss’ +worry about his son.</p> +<p>“Now don’t give me that ‘holier than Thou’ line,” +Jack said, anticipating a lecture. “I’m not going to +the dogs nearly as fast as the old man believes. He’s +an old fossil.”</p> +<p>“You shouldn’t speak of your father that way,” +Penny replied. “After all, hasn’t he given you everything?”</p> +<p>“He tries to keep me tied to his apron strings.” Jack +sat down on the bed, stretching luxuriously. “Mom +isn’t quite so unreasonable.”</p> +<p>“Both of your parents seem like wonderful people +to me.”</p> +<p>“Maybe I know ’em better than you do,” Jack +grinned. “Oh, they’re okay, in their way. Don’t get +me wrong. But my father always is trying to shove +me around. If it hadn’t been for your open window, +I’d have had to sleep out in the cold.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_34">[34]</div> +<p>“And it would have served you right too! You +went off without saying a word to your parents, and +worried them half to death. Now kindly remove +your carcass from this bed!”</p> +<p>“Oh, cut the lecture,” Jack pleaded, getting up and +yawning again. “Gosh, I’m hungry. Let’s find something +to eat in the kitchen.”</p> +<p>“Let’s not,” retorted Penny, giving him a shove. +“Clear out of here, or I’ll heave the lamp at you!”</p> +<p>“Oh, all right, kitten,” he said soothingly. “I’m +going. Remember your promise not to go wagging +your tongue about what time I got in.”</p> +<p>“I didn’t promise a thing!”</p> +<p>“But you will,” chuckled Jack confidently. “See +you in the morning.”</p> +<p>He tiptoed from the room, and Penny heard him +stirring about in the kitchen. The refrigerator door +opened and closed several times. Then at last all +became quiet again.</p> +<p>“The conceited egg!” she thought irritably. “Now +I’m so thoroughly awakened, I can’t possibly go back +to sleep.”</p> +<p>Tossing about for a few minutes, she finally arose +and dressed. Deciding to take an early morning walk +about the island, she moved noiselessly through the +house to the kitchen.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_35">[35]</div> +<p>There she paused to note the wreckage Jack had +left in his wake. The refrigerator door was wide +open. As she closed it, she saw dishes of salad, chicken, +pickles and tomatoes in a depleted state. Jack had +topped off his feast with a quart of milk, and the bottle, +together with, a pile of chicken bones, cluttered +the sink.</p> +<p>A step was heard in the dining room. Startled, +Penny turned quickly around, but it was too late to +retreat.</p> +<p>The Gandiss’ cook stood in the kitchen doorway, +eyeing her with obvious disapproval.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_36">[36]</div> +<h2 id="c5"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">5</span> +<br /><i>UNWANTED ADVICE</i></h2> +<p>“Just having an early morning snack?” Mrs. +Bevens, the cook, inquired.</p> +<p>“Why, no,” stammered Penny. “That is—.” Confronted +with the empty milk bottle, a chicken skeleton, +and two empty food dishes, it seemed futile to +deny such incriminating evidence. Though tempted +to speak of Jack, she decided it would not be sporting +of her.</p> +<p>“Young people have such healthy appetites,” the +cook sighed. “I had counted on that chicken for +luncheon. But never mind. I can send to the mainland +for something else.”</p> +<p>Feeling like a criminal, Penny fled to her room.</p> +<p>“I could tar and feather Jack!” she thought furiously. +“If he ever gets up, I’ll make him explain to +the cook.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_37">[37]</div> +<p>The breakfast bell rang at eight o’clock. When +Penny joined the group downstairs, she was surprised +to see Jack in a fresh suit, looking little the worse +for having been out all night.</p> +<p>“What time did you get in, Jack?” his father inquired +pointedly.</p> +<p>“Well, now I just don’t remember,” the boy answered, +winking at Penny.</p> +<p>“<i>How</i> did you get in, might be a better question. +If I recollect correctly, all of the doors were locked +last night at midnight.”</p> +<p>Penny, decidedly uncomfortable, would have confessed +her part, had not Jack sent her a warning +glance. As everyone went in to breakfast, the matter +was allowed to rest.</p> +<p>Ravenously hungry, Penny ate two waffles and +several pieces of bacon. Observing the butler’s +amazed gaze upon her, she guessed that the cook had +told him of the chicken episode.</p> +<p>Breakfast over, she managed to get Jack into a +corner.</p> +<p>“Listen,” she said indignantly, “why don’t you tell +your parents exactly what happened. Mrs. Bevens +thinks I ate up all the chicken.”</p> +<p>“Does she?” Jack chuckled. “That’s rich! Don’t +you dare give me away!”</p> +<p>“You give me a pain!” Penny retorted, losing all +patience. “If I weren’t a guest in your house, I think +I might slug you!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_38">[38]</div> +<p>“Go ahead,” Jack invited, unruffled. “You’re a +little spitfire just like Sally! Oh, by the way, how +about a trial run in the <i>Spindrift</i>?”</p> +<p>“Not the new sailboat?”</p> +<p>Jack nodded, his face animated. “She was delivered +yesterday and is smooth as silk. The mast may need +to be stepped back a notch or so, but otherwise she’s +perfect for the race. Want to sail with me?”</p> +<p>“I’d love to,” Penny said, forgetting her resentment.</p> +<p>Hand in hand they ran down the path to the docks. +<i>The Spindrift</i>, built to Mr. Gandiss’ specifications, at +a cost of nearly two thousand dollars, was a magnificent +boat. Sixteen feet from bow to stern, its new +coat of white was satin smooth, and its metalwork +gleamed in the morning sun.</p> +<p>“She’s fast,” Jack declared proudly. “Sally Barker +hasn’t a chance to win that race!”</p> +<p>“Will she have a new boat?”</p> +<p>“No, the captain can’t afford it. She’ll have to sail +<i>Cat’s Paw</i> again.” In all honesty, Jack added: “It’s +a good boat though. Captain Barker built it himself.”</p> +<p>Together they put up the snowy white mainsail, +and Jack shoved off from the dock. Heading upstream, +the boy demonstrated how close to the wind +the <i>Spindrift</i> would sail.</p> +<p>“She’s good in a light breeze too,” he declared. “No +matter what sort of weather we get for the race, I +figure I’ll win.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_39">[39]</div> +<p>“There’s an old saying that pride goeth before a +fall,” Penny reminded him. “Also one about not +counting your chickens.”</p> +<p>“Poultry never interested me,” Jack grinned, his +eyes on the peak of the mainsail. “I’ll win that brass +lantern trophy from Sally if it’s the last act of my +life.”</p> +<p>Penny, who had sailed a boat for several seasons in +Riverview, hoped that Jack would offer her the tiller. +Oblivious to her hints, he kept the <i>Spindrift</i> heeling +along so fast that water fairly boiled behind the rudder. +Jack was a good sailor and knew it.</p> +<p>Observing the <i>River Queen</i> plying her usual course, +the boy deliberately steered to cross her path. As +Penny well knew, by rules of navigation the ferryboat +was compelled to watch out for the smaller boat. +With apparent unconcern, Jack forced the <i>Queen</i> to +change courses.</p> +<p>As the boats passed fairly close to each other, Sally +appeared at the railing. A bandana handkerchief +covered her hair and she wore slacks and a white +sweater. Watching the <i>Spindrift</i> with concentration, +she cupped her hands and shouted:</p> +<p>“If you sail near Hat Island, better be careful, Jack! +The river level is dropping fast this morning. There’s +a shoal—”</p> +<p>“When I need advice from you, I’ll ask for it!” +Jack replied furiously, turning his back to the +ferry.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_40">[40]</div> +<p>Sally waved derisively and disappeared into the +pilot house.</p> +<p>“Why aren’t you two nicer to each other?” Penny +demanded suddenly. “It seems to me you deliberately +try to wave a red flag at her. For instance, sailing +across the <i>River Queen’s</i> bow—”</p> +<p>“Oh, I just intend to show Sally she can’t push me +around! Let’s go home.”</p> +<p>Suddenly tiring of the sport, Jack let out the mainsail, +and the boat glided swiftly before the wind. Approaching +a small island tangled with bushes and vines, +Penny noted that the water was growing shallow. She +called Jack’s attention to the muddy bottom beneath +them.</p> +<p>“Oh, it’s deep enough through here,” the boy responded +carelessly. “I make the passage every day.”</p> +<p>“What island are we passing?”</p> +<p>“Hat. The water always is shoal here. Just sit +tight and quit scowling at me.”</p> +<p>“I didn’t know I was,” Penny said, sinking back +into the cushions.</p> +<p>The <i>Spindrift</i> gently grazed bottom. Dismayed, +Penny straightened up, peering over the side. The +boat was running hard into a mud bank.</p> +<p>“About! Bring her about, Jack!” she cried before +she considered how he might take the uninvited advice.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_41">[41]</div> +<p>“The water is deep enough here,” Jack answered +stubbornly. “It’s only a tiny shoal. We’ll sail through +it easily.”</p> +<p>Penny said nothing more, though her lips drew into +a tight line.</p> +<p>Jack held to his course. For a moment it appeared +that the boat would glide over the shoal into deeper +water. Then the next instant they were hard aground. +The sail began to flap.</p> +<p>“We’re stuck like a turtle in a puddle,” commented +Penny, not without satisfaction.</p> +<p>“We’ll get off!” Jack cried, seizing a paddle from +the bottom of the boat.</p> +<p>He tried to shove away from the shoal, but the +wind against the big sail resisted his strength.</p> +<p>“You’ll never get off that way,” Penny said calmly. +“Why not take down the sail? We’re hard aground +now.”</p> +<p>Jack glared, and looked as if he would like to heave +the paddle at her.</p> +<p>“Okay,” he growled.</p> +<p>Winds which came from the head of Hat Island +were tricky. Before Jack could lower the sail, the +breeze, shifting slightly, struck the expanse of canvas +from directly aft.</p> +<p>“Look out, Jack!” Penny screamed a warning. +“We’re going to jibe!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_42">[42]</div> +<p>Jack ducked but not quickly enough. With great +violence, the wind swung the sail over to the opposite +side of the boat, the boom striking him a stunning +blow on the back of the head.</p> +<p>Moaning with pain, he slumped into the bottom of +the <i>Spindrift</i>.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_43">[43]</div> +<h2 id="c6"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">6</span> +<br /><i>SWEEPER JOE INFORMS</i></h2> +<p>Alarmed for Jack, Penny scrambled over a seat +to his side. He had been struck a hard blow by the +swinging boom and there was a tiny jagged cut just +behind his ear. A glance satisfied the girl that he was +not seriously injured and that she could do nothing for +him at the moment.</p> +<p>Turning her attention to the sail which was showing +an inclination to slam over again, she quickly pulled +it in and lowered it to the deck.</p> +<p>By then Jack had opened his eyes. His bewildered +gaze rested upon her, and he rubbed his head.</p> +<p>“You—” he mumbled, raising on an elbow.</p> +<p>Penny firmly pushed him back. “Lie still!” she +commanded.</p> +<p>Seizing the paddle, she tried to shove the boat backwards +off the mud bank. Her best efforts would not +move it an inch.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_44">[44]</div> +<p>Slowly Jack raised himself to a sitting position. He +rubbed his head. Bewilderment changed to a look +of comprehension.</p> +<p>“I’m okay now,” he said huskily. “We’re hard +aground, aren’t we?”</p> +<p>“Solid as a rock,” agreed Penny, wiping perspiration +from her forehead. “Any ideas?”</p> +<p>“I’ll get out and push.”</p> +<p>“You’re not strong enough. You took a nasty blow +on the head.”</p> +<p>Had not Jack looked so thoroughly miserable, +Penny might have been tempted to adopt an “I told +you so” attitude. There had been no excuse for running +aground. Sally Barker had warned them about +the shoal, and Jack deliberately had disregarded her +advice.</p> +<p>“I guess it was my fault,” Jack mumbled, the words +coming with difficulty. “The water was deep enough +here yesterday. I was so sure—”</p> +<p>His eyes, like those of an abused puppy, appealed +to her for sympathy. Suddenly, Penny’s resentment +vanished and she felt sorry for Jack.</p> +<p>“Never mind,” she said kindly. “We’ll get off +somehow. If necessary, I can swim to Shadow Island +for help.”</p> +<p>“It won’t be necessary.” Jack pulled off shoes and +socks, and rolled up his slacks above his knees. “I got +us into this, and I’ll get us out. Just sit tight.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_45">[45]</div> +<p>Despite Penny’s protests, he swung over the side, +into the shallow water. Applying his shoulder to the +<i>Spindrift’s</i> bow, he pushed with all his strength. +Penny dug into the mud with the paddle.</p> +<p>The boat groaned and clung fast to the shoal. Then +inch by inch it began to move backwards.</p> +<p>“We’re off!” Penny cried jubilantly.</p> +<p>Jack pushed until the <i>Spindrift</i> was safely away +from the shoal. Wet and plastered with mud, he +scrambled aboard.</p> +<p>“No use putting up the sail,” he said gloomily. +“The centerboard is damaged. When we went +aground I should have pulled it up, but things happened +so fast I didn’t think of it.”</p> +<p>“Can’t it be repaired?”</p> +<p>“Oh, sure, but it means hauling the boat out of +water for several days. And the race will be held +in a week. I’ll have no chance to practice.”</p> +<p>“It’s a bad break,” Penny said sympathetically. +“Perhaps the centerboard isn’t much damaged.”</p> +<p>They paddled to the Shadow Island dock. There +with the help of the Gandiss chauffeur, Jack tied +ropes under the bottom of the <i>Spindrift</i> and by means +of a hoist and crane, lifted the boat a few feet out of +water. A piece had been broken from the centerboard +and the bottom was so badly scratched that it +would have to be repainted before the race.</p> +<p>“I call this wretched luck!” Jack fumed. “It will +take days to repair and repaint the <i>Spindrift</i>.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_46">[46]</div> +<p>The accident had a subduing effect upon the boy, +and the remainder of the day he tried to make amends +to Penny. They swam together and played three sets +of tennis. In each contest Penny won with ease.</p> +<p>“You’re about the first girl who ever beat me at +anything,” Jack said ruefully. “Guess that rap on +the head did me no good.”</p> +<p>“How about the sailboat race?” Penny tripped him. +“Didn’t Sally win the lantern trophy?”</p> +<p>Grudgingly, Jack admitted that she had. “But the +race was a fluke,” he added. “The wind was tricky +and favored Sally’s old tub. It won’t happen twice.”</p> +<p>Annoyed by the youth’s alibis, Penny turned and +walked away.</p> +<p>At dinner that night, Mr. Gandiss suggested that +Mr. Parker and his daughter might like to visit his +steel plant and airplane factory on the mainland. Despite +vigorous protests, Jack was taken along.</p> +<p>The buildings owned by Mr. Gandiss were situated +across the river in the town of Osage. Occupying +many city blocks, the property included an airplane +testing ground, and was protected by a high guard +fence electrically charged.</p> +<p>“Every employee must pass inspection at the gate,” +Mr. Gandiss explained as the taxi cab approached the +entrance to the main factory. “We operate on a +twenty-four hour basis now, and even so can’t keep +abreast of orders.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_47">[47]</div> +<p>Lights blazed in the low rows of windows, and +from the chimneys of the steel plant, fire leaped high +into the dark sky.</p> +<p>“Will we be able to see steel poured from the furnaces?” +Penny asked eagerly. “I’ve always wanted +to watch it done.”</p> +<p>“You may tour every building if your feet hold +out,” Mr. Gandiss chuckled.</p> +<p>A squat, red-faced man with pouchy eyes, halted +the taxi cab at the gate.</p> +<p>“No visitors allowed here at night,” he began in a +surly voice, and then recognized the plant owner. +His manner changed instantly. “Oh, it’s you, Mr. +Gandiss! How are you this evening?”</p> +<p>“Very well, thank you, Clayton. I have some +friends with me who wish to see the plant.”</p> +<p>“Drive right in,” the gateman invited, swinging open +the barrier.</p> +<p>The taxi rolled through the gate, and drew up in +front of one of the buildings. Inside, fluorescent lights +gave the effect of daylight. Overhead carriers were +lifting newly blanked and formed airplane parts from +power presses, carrying them to sub-assembly lines.</p> +<p>“Raw materials, brought up-river by boats, enter +one end of the building,” Mr. Gandiss explained +proudly. “Miraculously they come out the other +end as finished airplanes ready for testing.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_48">[48]</div> +<p>The plant had four main assembly lines along which +the wings, fuselages, engines, tail surfaces, pilot and +bombardier floors were assembled, he explained. In +one room the party paused to watch row upon row of +fuselages being put together ready for transfer to the +main assembly line.</p> +<p>“You have a wonderful factory here, Mr. Gandiss,” +Penny’s father praised, much impressed. “It must be +a job to keep tab on the personnel.”</p> +<p>“Oh, everything has been reduced to a system. One +department meshes into another. But if production +falls down in any one department, results could be +serious.” Mr. Gandiss frowned and added: “Now +take those petty brass thefts. In a way it is a trivial +matter, but the practice is spreading.”</p> +<p>“The disappearance of parts hasn’t curtailed production +to any extent?”</p> +<p>“Not as yet, but it has caused our stockrooms serious +annoyance. Then the loss on a yearly basis will +become considerable. The guilty persons must be +caught, and the organizers broken up before it gets +more serious.”</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss escorted the visitors into another large +room where hundreds of girls in slacks, their hair +bound by nets, worked over machines with concentrated +attention.</p> +<p>“Our beginners start here,” he explained. +“Strangely, we lose more brass and copper from this +shift than anywhere else in the plant.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_49">[49]</div> +<p>“How do you explain it?” Penny asked.</p> +<p>“The girls are new and we are convinced they are +being misled by someone. The entire situation has +us baffled.”</p> +<p>Few of the workers paid the visitors heed as they +wandered along the rows of machines. However, a +slovenly, sharp-eyed man with a push broom, watched +them with deep interest. Known as Joe the Sweeper, +though his real name was Joseph Jakaboloski, he once +had been a skilled mechanic. Two of his fingers were +missing, and he no longer did any useful work.</p> +<p>“See that man?” Mr. Gandiss said in an undertone. +“Shortly after he started working for us, two years +ago, he had an accident that was entirely his own fault. +We immediately put him in an easy job and still pay +him his former salary. But he doesn’t even sweep a +room properly.”</p> +<p>“Why not let him go?” Mr. Parker questioned.</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss smiled and shook his head. “He was +injured while working for us, so we are responsible +for looking after him. We would like to pension him +off. You see, he constantly stirs up trouble among +the new employes.”</p> +<p>Joe the Sweeper had been watching Mr. Gandiss +with concentrated attention, though too far away to +hear what was said. With amusing haste, he swept +his way closer to the group. Finally he smirked and +sidled up to the factory owner.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_50">[50]</div> +<p>“Can I see you alone fer a minute, Mr. Gandiss?” +he asked, his voice a whine.</p> +<p>“I am very busy,” the factory owner discouraged +him. “What is it you want?”</p> +<p>Joe edged even closer, dropping his voice so that +it was barely audible above the clatter of the machinery.</p> +<p>“You been losin’ copper and brass from your factory, +ain’t you?”</p> +<p>The direct approach startled Mr. Gandiss. He +gazed at Joe keenly, then nodded.</p> +<p>“Well, maybe I kin help you. What’s it worth?”</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss was careful not to show his dislike +for the man. “If you are able to provide information +which will lead to the apprehension of the thieves, +I’ll see that you get a substantial salary increase.”</p> +<p>Joe blinked and grinned. “Last night I seen a girl +in this room stick a piece of brass into her shirt front. +She carried it off with her.”</p> +<p>“Who was the girl?”</p> +<p>“Dunno her name. A blond piece in blue slacks.”</p> +<p>“I’m afraid your information is of no value,” Mr. +Gandiss said impatiently. “Unless you know who she +is—”</p> +<p>“She’s a new gal that’s only been workin’ here a few +nights,” Joe supplied hastily. “You’ll give me that +salary raise if I turn her in?”</p> +<p>“If your information proves correct.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_51">[51]</div> +<p>Joe’s eyes brightened with a crafty light and he +jerked his head toward the left.</p> +<p>“You can’t see her from here,” he muttered, “but +you can get her name easy enough. She’s the gal that +operates machine No. 567.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_52">[52]</div> +<h2 id="c7"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">7</span> +<br /><i>NIGHT SHIFT WORKER</i></h2> +<p>“I detest a stool pigeon,” said Mr. Gandiss after +Joe the Sweeper had slouched away. “However, his +information may be valuable. I can’t afford not to +investigate it.”</p> +<p>Not wishing to attract comment from the other employes, +the factory owner made no attempt to see the +girl under suspicion. Instead, he escorted the party +to his private office. Ringing a buzzer, he asked one +of the foremen to bring the operator of Machine 567 +to him.</p> +<p>Presently she came in, a thin, wiry girl in ill-fitting +blue slacks and sweater. Her hair was bound beneath +a dark net and she wore goggles. As she faced Mr. +Gandiss, she removed the latter. Everyone stared.</p> +<p>For the girl was Sally Barker.</p> +<p>“You sent for me, Mr. Gandiss?” Subdued and +embarrassed, her eyes roved from one person to another.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_53">[53]</div> +<p>“Why, Sally,” said the factory owner in astonishment. +“I had no idea you were working here on the +night shift. When were you employed?”</p> +<p>“A week ago.”</p> +<p>Perplexed, Mr. Gandiss stared at the girl’s factory +badge. There could be no mistake. Plainly it bore +the number 567.</p> +<p>“You like the work?” he asked after an awkward +silence.</p> +<p>“Not very well,” she confessed truthfully. “However, +I can use the pay I receive.”</p> +<p>“During the daytime I believe you help your father +aboard the <i>River Queen</i>,” Mr. Gandiss resumed, trying +to be friendly. “Rather a strenuous program. +When do you sleep?”</p> +<p>“Oh, I get enough rest.” Sally spoke indifferently, +though her eyes were red and she looked tired. “Pop +didn’t want me to take the job, but I have a special +use for the money.”</p> +<p>“Pretty clothes, I suppose—or perhaps a new sailboat?”</p> +<p>“A college education.”</p> +<p>Mr. Gandiss nodded approvingly, and then, recalling +the serious charge against the girl, became formal +again. “You wonder why I sent for you?”</p> +<p>“I know my work hasn’t been very good. I’ve +tried, but I keep ruining materials.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_54">[54]</div> +<p>This gave Mr. Gandiss the opening he sought. +“What do you do with the discarded pieces?” he +inquired.</p> +<p>“Why, I just throw them aside.” The question +plainly puzzled Sally.</p> +<p>“You may have heard that we are having a little +trouble here at the factory.”</p> +<p>“What sort of trouble, Mr. Gandiss?”</p> +<p>“Small but valuable pieces of copper and brass seem +to disappear with alarming regularity. Most of the +thefts have been attributed to workers on the night +shift.”</p> +<p>Sally’s blue eyes opened wide, but she returned Mr. +Gandiss’ steady gaze. Her chin raised. “I’ve heard +talk about it among the girls,” she replied briefly. +“That’s all I know.”</p> +<p>“You have no idea who may be taking the materials?”</p> +<p>“Not the slightest, sir.”</p> +<p>An awkward silence fell. Mr. Gandiss started to +speak again, then changed his mind.</p> +<p>“Was there anything else?” Sally asked stiffly.</p> +<p>“Nothing.”</p> +<p>“Then may I return to my work?”</p> +<p>“Why, yes.” It was Mr. Gandiss’ turn to appear +awkward and ill at ease. “We hope you will enjoy +your work here, Sally,” he said, feeling that a friendly +word was necessary to end the interview. “If you +should learn anything that will lead to the arrest of +the thieves, I hope you will give us the information.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_55">[55]</div> +<p>Sally inclined her head slightly in assent. With +dignity, she walked from the office.</p> +<p>No one spoke for several minutes after the girl had +gone. Then Mr. Gandiss drew a deep sigh.</p> +<p>“I had no idea Sally was working here,” he said, +frowning.</p> +<p>“Father, you shouldn’t have accused her of stealing!” +Jack burst out.</p> +<p>“My dear boy, I accused her of nothing.”</p> +<p>“Well, Sally is proud. She took it that way. You +don’t really believe she would stoop to such a thing?”</p> +<p>“I confess I don’t know what to think. Joe the +Sweeper may not be a reliable informer.”</p> +<p>“If he saw her hide brass in her clothing as he claims, +why didn’t he report her last night?” Jack demanded. +“Sally is no thief. I’ve known her since she was a kid. +I get mighty sore at her sometimes, she’s so cocky. +But she never did a dishonest act in her life.”</p> +<p>“I’m glad to hear you defend her, Jack,” Mr. Gandiss +said quietly. “Certainly no action will be taken +without far more conclusive evidence. Now suppose +you and Penny amuse yourselves for a few minutes. +Mr. Parker and I have a few business matters to discuss.”</p> +<p>Thus dismissed, Penny and Jack wandered outside.</p> +<p>“Want to see the steel plant?” Jack asked indifferently. +“They should be pouring about this time.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_56">[56]</div> +<p>At Penny’s eager assent, he led her to another building, +up a steep flight of iron stairs to an inner balcony +which overlooked the huge blast furnaces. In the +noisy, hot room, conversation was practically impossible.</p> +<p>Gazing below, Penny saw a crew of men in front +of one of the furnaces, cleaning the tapping hole with +a long rod.</p> +<p>In a moment a signal was given and the molten steel +was poured into a ladle capable of holding a hundred +and fifty tons. An overhead crane, operated by a +skilled worker, lifted the huge container to the pouring +platform.</p> +<p>Next the molten mass was turned into rectangular +ingots or molds.</p> +<p>“The steel will cool for about an hour before it is +ready to be taken from the mold,” Jack shouted in +Penny’s ear.</p> +<p>Moving on, they saw other ingots already cooled, +and in a stripping shed observed cranes with huge +tongs engage the lugs of the molds and lift them from +the ingots.</p> +<p>“Each one of those ingots weighs twenty thousand +pounds,” Jack said, surprising Penny with his knowledge. +“After stripping, they are placed in gas-heated +pit furnaces and brought to rolling temperature.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_57">[57]</div> +<p>To see fiery ribbons of steel rolled from cherry red +ingots was to Penny the most fascinating process of +all. She could have watched for hours, but Jack, +bored by the familiar sight, kept urging her on.</p> +<p>Leaving the steel plant, they returned to the main +factory buildings, and without thinking, sauntered +toward the room where Sally worked. A portable +lunch cart had just supplied hot soup and sandwiches +to the employes. Sally sat eating at her machine. Seeing +Jack, she quickly looked away.</p> +<p>“Now she’s really sore at me, and I can’t blame +her,” Jack commented. “Who is Joe the Sweeper +anyhow? Riff-raff, I’ll warrant.”</p> +<p>Though somewhat amused by the boy’s staunch +defense of Sally, Penny was inclined to agree in his +second observation. Although she knew nothing of +the man who had turned informer, she had not liked +the sly look of his face.</p> +<p>Before the pair could approach Sally, the brief +lunch period came to an end. A whistle blew, sending +the girls back to their machines.</p> +<p>“You’ll have to step on it,” a foreman told Sally. +“You’re behind in your quota.”</p> +<p>Her reply was inaudible, but as she adjusted her +machine and started it up, she began to work with +nervous haste.</p> +<p>“This is no place for Sally,” Jack said, obviously +bothered. “She never was cut out for factory work. +And that foreman, Rogers, who is over her! He’s a +regular slave driver!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_58">[58]</div> +<p>“I thought you didn’t like Sally,” Penny teased.</p> +<p>“I want to see her get a square deal, that’s all,” Jack +replied, his face flushing.</p> +<p>Joe the Sweeper sidled over to the couple. “What’s +the verdict?” he asked in a confidential tone.</p> +<p>Jack pretended not to understand.</p> +<p>“Is the gal going to get fired?”</p> +<p>“I’m sure I don’t know,” Jack answered coldly. +“Why does it mean so much to you?”</p> +<p>“Why, it don’t,” the sweeper muttered. “She ain’t +no skin off my elbow.”</p> +<p>Penny and Jack walked on through the workroom, +aware that many pairs of eyes followed them. Sally, +bending over a grinding machine, looked up self-consciously. +She was grinding pieces of metal, measuring +each with a micrometer. There was a streak of +grease across her cheek and she looked very tired.</p> +<p>Suddenly as Sally threw the wheel in, there was a +loud clattering noise. The foreman came running. +He threw the wheel back.</p> +<p>“What did I do?” Sally gasped, shaking from nervousness.</p> +<p>“You forgot to pull this lever.” The foreman said +curtly. “Ruined a piece of work too! Now try to +think what you’re doing and get down to business.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_59">[59]</div> +<p>Penny and Jack moved away, not wishing to add +to the girl’s embarrassment. But a few minutes later, +in leaving the workroom, they again passed close to +Sally’s machine. This time she did not see them until +they were almost beside her.</p> +<p>“How is it going, Sally?” Jack asked in a friendly +way.</p> +<p>Sally raised her eyes, and in so doing forgot her +work. As she automatically placed the metal in line +with the wheel, she held her fingers there without +thinking. Another instant and they would have been +mangled.</p> +<p>Horrified, Penny saw what was about to happen.</p> +<p>“Sally!” she cried. Acting instinctively, she reached +and jerked the girl’s hand away from the swift turning +machinery. The wheel had missed Sally’s fingers +by a mere fraction of an inch.</p> +<p>The foreman came running again, obviously annoyed. +Shutting off the machine, he demanded to +know what was wrong.</p> +<p>Sally leaned her head weakly on the table, trying +to regain composure. Her face was drained of color +and she trembled as from a chill. “Thanks,” she said +brokenly to Penny. “I—I don’t know what’s the matter +with me tonight. I’m not coordinated right.”</p> +<p>“Go take a walk,” the foreman advised, not unkindly. +“A nice long walk. Get a drink or something. +You’ll be okay.”</p> +<p>“I’ll never learn,” Sally said in a choked voice.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_60">[60]</div> +<p>“Sure, you will. Everyone has to go through a +beginner’s stage. Get yourself a drink. Then you’ll +feel better.”</p> +<p>“Let me go with you,” Penny said, taking Sally by +the arm.</p> +<p>Without conversation, they made their way between +the long rows of machines to the locker room. +There Sally sank down on a bench, burying her face +in her hands.</p> +<p>“I’m nervous and upset tonight,” she excused herself. +“I can’t seem to get the hang of machine work.”</p> +<p>“Why not give it up? Do you really need the +money so badly?”</p> +<p>“No,” Sally admitted truthfully. “I’ve set my heart +on a college education, but Pop could raise the money +somehow. It’s just that he’s had financial troubles the +past year, and I wanted to help out.”</p> +<p>“Some persons aren’t cut out to be factory workers,” +Penny resumed. “Do you realize that you nearly +lost several of your fingers tonight?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” Sally agreed, her freckled face becoming +deadly sober. “I’ll always be grateful to you. What +Mr. Gandiss said in his office upset me. I wasn’t +thinking of my work.”</p> +<p>“I thought that might be it. Well, forget the entire +matter if you can.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_61">[61]</div> +<p>Sally nodded and getting up, drank at the fountain. +“I’ll have to go back to work now,” she said with an +effort. “First, I’ll get myself a clean hanky.”</p> +<p>With a key which she wore on a string about her +neck, the girl opened her locker. On the floor lay a +leather jacket that had fallen from its hook.</p> +<p>As Sally picked it up, a heavy object slipped from +one of the pockets, thudding against the tin of the +locker floor.</p> +<p>She stooped quickly to retrieve it, and then, embarrassed, +tried to shield the article from view. But she +could not hide it from Penny who stood directly behind. +The object that had fallen from the jacket was +a small coupling of brass!</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_62">[62]</div> +<h2 id="c8"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">8</span> +<br /><i>OVERHEARD IN THE GATEHOUSE</i></h2> +<p>“Why, where did that come from?” Sally murmured +as she fingered the piece of metal. “I never +put it in my locker.”</p> +<p>Confused, she raised bewildered eyes to Penny. +Just then the locker room door opened and a forelady +came in. Miss Grimley’s keen gaze fastened upon the +brass coupling in Sally’s hand. Awkwardly, the girl +tried to hide it in a fold of her slacks.</p> +<p>“What do you have?” the forelady asked, moving +like a hawk toward the girls.</p> +<p>“Why, nothing,” Sally stammered.</p> +<p>“Isn’t that a piece of brass?” Miss Grimley demanded. +“Where did you get it?”</p> +<p>“I found it in my locker.”</p> +<p>“In your locker!”</p> +<p>“I don’t know how it got there,” Sally said quickly, +reading suspicion in the other’s face. “I’m sure I never +put it there.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_63">[63]</div> +<p>Miss Grimley took the brass from her, inspecting it +briefly.</p> +<p>“This looks very much like one of the parts that +has been disappearing from the stockroom,” she said, +her voice icy.</p> +<p>“But I’ve never been near the stockroom!” Sally +cried. “In the few days that I’ve been employed here, +I’ve barely left my machine.”</p> +<p>Penny tried to intercede in the girl’s behalf.</p> +<p>“I’m sure Sally knew nothing about the article being +in her locker,” she assured the forelady. “When she +opened it a moment ago and lifted her jacket, the +piece of brass fell from a pocket.”</p> +<p>“Someone must have put it there!” Sally added indignantly. +“I’m certain I never did.”</p> +<p>“Have you given your locker key to anyone?”</p> +<p>“No.”</p> +<p>“And have you always kept it locked?”</p> +<p>“Why, I think so.”</p> +<p>“I am sorry,” said Miss Grimley in a tone which implied +exactly the opposite, “but I will have to report +this. You understand my position.”</p> +<p>“Please—”</p> +<p>“I have no choice,” Miss Grimley cut her short. +“Come with me, please.”</p> +<p>Penny started to accompany Sally, but the forelady +by a gesture indicated that she was not to come. The +door closed behind them.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_64">[64]</div> +<p>For ten minutes Penny waited, hoping that Sally +would return. Finally she wandered outside. Sally +was not on the floor and another girl had taken her +place at the machine.</p> +<p>Seeing Joe the Sweeper cleaning a corridor, Penny +asked him about Sally.</p> +<p>“No. 567?” the man inquired with a grin which +showed a gap between his front upper teeth. “You +won’t see her no more! She’s in the employment +office now, and they’re giving her the can!”</p> +<p>“You mean she’s being discharged?”</p> +<p>“Sure. We don’t want no thieves around here!”</p> +<p>“Sally Barker isn’t a thief,” Penny retorted loyally. +“By the way, how did you know why the girl was +taken to the office?”</p> +<p>The question momentarily confused Joe. But his +reply was glib enough.</p> +<p>“Oh, I have a way o’ knowin’ what goes on around +here,” he smirked. “I figured that gal was light-fingered +the day they hired her. It didn’t surprise me +none that they found the stuff in her locker.”</p> +<p>“And who told you that?” Penny pursued the +subject.</p> +<p>“Why, you said so yourself—”</p> +<p>“Oh, no I didn’t.”</p> +<p>“It was the forelady,” Joe corrected himself. “I +seen the brass in her hand when she came out of the +locker room with that gal.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_65">[65]</div> +<p>Disgusted, Penny turned her back and walked away +in search of Jack. It was none of her affair, she knew, +but it seemed to her that Joe the Sweeper had taken +more than ordinary interest in Sally’s downfall. His +statements, too, had been confused.</p> +<p>“I don’t trust that fellow,” she thought. “He’s sly +and mean.”</p> +<p>Penny could not find Jack, and when she returned +to Mr. Gandiss’ office, a secretary told her that the +factory owner and her father expected to meet her at +the main gate.</p> +<p>Hastening there, Penny saw no sign of them. Nor +was the gateman on duty. However, hearing low +voices inside the gatehouse, she stepped to the doorway. +No one was in view, but two men were talking +in the inner office.</p> +<p>“It worked slick as a whistle,” she heard one of them +say. “The girl was caught with the stuff on her, and +they fired her.”</p> +<p>“Who was she?”</p> +<p>“A new employee named Sally Barker.”</p> +<p>“Good enough, Joe. That ought to take the heat +off the others for awhile at least.”</p> +<p>The name startled Penny who instantly wondered +if one of the speakers might be Sweeper Joe. Confirming +her suspicion, the man came out of the inner +room a moment later. Seeing her, he stopped short +and his jaw dropped.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_66">[66]</div> +<p>“What you doin’ here?” he demanded gruffly.</p> +<p>“Waiting for Mr. Gandiss,” Penny replied. “And +you?”</p> +<p>Joe did not answer. Mumbling something, he +pushed past her and went off toward the main factory +building.</p> +<p>“He’s certainly acting as if he deliberately planned +to get Sally into trouble,” she thought resentfully.</p> +<p>Clayton, the gateman, showed his face a moment +later, and he too acted self-conscious. As he checked +a car through into the factory grounds, he glanced +sideways at Penny, obviously uneasy as to how much +she might have overheard.</p> +<p>“Been here long?” he inquired carelessly.</p> +<p>“No, I just came,” Penny answered with pretended +unconcern. “I’m waiting for my father.”</p> +<p>The men did not come immediately. However, as +Penny loitered near the gatehouse, she saw Sally +Barker hurriedly leaving the factory building.</p> +<p>“Ain’t you off early tonight?” the gateman asked +as she approached.</p> +<p>“I’m off for good,” Sally answered shortly. Her +face was tear-stained and she did not try to hide the +fact that she had been crying.</p> +<p>“Fired?”</p> +<p>“That’s right,” Sally replied. “Unjustly too!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_67">[67]</div> +<p>“Shoo, you don’t say!” the gateman exclaimed, +sympathetically. “What did they give you the can +for?”</p> +<p>Sally, in no mood to provide details, went on without +answering. Penny ran to overtake her.</p> +<p>“I’ll walk with you to the boundaries of the +grounds,” she said quickly. “Tell me what happened.”</p> +<p>“Just what you would expect,” Sally shrugged. +“They asked me a lot of questions in the personnel +office. I told the truth—that I knew nothing about +that putrid piece of brass that turned up in my locker! +Then they gave me a nice little lecture, and said they +were sorry but my services no longer were required. +Branded as a thief!”</p> +<p>“Don’t take it so hard, Sally,” Penny said kindly. +“Someone probably planted the brass in your locker.”</p> +<p>“Of course! But I can’t prove it.”</p> +<p>“Why not appeal to Mr. Gandiss? He likes you +and—”</p> +<p>“No,” Sally said firmly, kicking at a piece of gravel +on the driveway, “I’ll ask no favors of Mr. Gandiss. +He would have me reinstated, no doubt, but it would +be too humiliating.”</p> +<p>“Do you know of anyone in the factory who dislikes +you?”</p> +<p>Sally shook her head. “That’s the funny part of +it. I’m not acquainted with anyone. I just started in.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_68">[68]</div> +<p>“How about Joe the Sweeper?”</p> +<p>“Oh, him!” Sally was scornful. “He caught me in +the hall the other day and tried to get fresh. I slapped +his face!”</p> +<p>“Then perhaps he was the one that got you into +trouble.”</p> +<p>“He’s too stupid,” Sally dismissed the subject.</p> +<p>“I’m not so sure of that,” returned Penny thoughtfully.</p> +<p>The girls had reached the street and Sally’s bus was +in sight.</p> +<p>“What will you do now?” Penny asked hurriedly. +“Get a job at another factory?”</p> +<p>“I doubt it,” Sally replied, fishing in her pocketbook +for a bus token. “I’ll help Pop on the <i>River +Queen</i>. If I do take another job it won’t be until +after the sailboat races.”</p> +<p>“I’d forgotten about that. When is the race?”</p> +<p>“The preliminary is in a few days—next Friday. +The finals are a week later.”</p> +<p>“I hope you win,” said Penny sincerely. “I’ll certainly +be on hand to watch.”</p> +<p>The bus pulled up at the curb. Swing-shift employes, +arriving at the factory for work, crowded past +the two girls. Impulsively Sally turned and squeezed +Penny’s hand.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_69">[69]</div> +<p>“I like you,” she said with deep feeling. “You’ve +been kind. Will you come to see me sometime while +you’re here?”</p> +<p>“Of course! I’ve not brought back those clothes +I borrowed yet!”</p> +<p>“I’ll look for you,” Sally declared warmly. “I feel +that you’re a real friend.”</p> +<p>Squeezing Penny’s hand again, she sprang aboard +the bus and was lost in the throng of passengers.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_70">[70]</div> +<h2 id="c9"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">9</span> +<br /><i>SALLY’S HELPER</i></h2> +<p>Several days of inactivity followed for Penny +at Shadow Island. For the most part, Jack was +friendly and tried to provide entertainment. However, +he was away much of the time, supervising the +work of repairing and getting the <i>Spindrift</i> into condition +for the coming trophy race.</p> +<p>Sally Barker’s name seldom was mentioned in the +Gandiss household, though it was known that the girl +intended to enter the competition regardless of her +disgrace at the factory. Once Penny asked Jack +point-blank what he thought of the entire matter.</p> +<p>“Just what I always did,” he answered briefly. +“Sally never took anything from the factory. It +wouldn’t be in keeping with her character.”</p> +<p>“Then why isn’t she cleared?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_71">[71]</div> +<p>“Father did take the matter up with the personnel +department, but he doesn’t want to go over the manager’s +head. The brass was found in her locker and +quite a few employes learned about it.”</p> +<p>“The brass was planted!”</p> +<p>“Probably,” agreed Jack. “But it’s none of my +affair. Sally wasn’t a very good factory worker and +the personnel director thought he had to make an +example of someone—”</p> +<p>“So Sally became the goat! I call it unfair. Did +the thefts cease after she left?”</p> +<p>“They’re worse than ever.”</p> +<p>“Then obviously Sally had nothing to do with it!”</p> +<p>“Not just one person is involved. The brass is being +taken by an organized ring of employes.”</p> +<p>“I suppose it’s none of my affair, but in justice I +think Sally should be cleared. I don’t know the girl +well, but I like her.”</p> +<p>“You may as well hear the whole story,” Jack said +uncomfortably. “Father wrote her a letter, inviting +her to come in for an interview. She paid no attention.”</p> +<p>“Perhaps she didn’t get the letter.”</p> +<p>“She got it all right. I met her on the street yesterday, +and when I tried to talk to her, she threatened to +heave a can of varnish in my face! Furthermore, she +gave me to understand she intends to defeat me +soundly in the race tomorrow.”</p> +<p>“I’ll be there to watch,” grinned Penny. “The +contest should be interesting.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_72">[72]</div> +<p>While Jack was out on the river practicing for the +approaching competition, Penny accompanied her +father to the mainland to mail letters and make a few +purchases Mrs. Gandiss had requested. In returning +to the waterfront, they wandered down a street within +view of the Gandiss factory.</p> +<p>Penny’s attention was drawn to a man who came +out of an alley at the rear of the plant and stood +staring at a tiny junk shop which was situated directly +opposite the Gandiss factory.</p> +<p>“There’s Joe the Sweeper,” she observed aloud. +And then an instant later added: “That’s queer!”</p> +<p>“What is?” inquired her father.</p> +<p>“Why, that junk shop! I’ve been down this street +several times, but I never noticed it there before. I +would have sworn that the building was empty.”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker gave her a quick, amused look. “It was +until yesterday,” he informed.</p> +<p>“You seem to know all about it!” Penny suddenly +became suspicious. “What are you keeping +from me?”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker did not reply, for he was watching the +man who had emerged from the alley. Joe seemed +to debate for awhile, then crossed the street and entered +the junk shop.</p> +<p>“Good!” exclaimed Mr. Parker. “Our bait seems +to be working.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_73">[73]</div> +<p>“What are you talking about?” Penny demanded +in exasperation. “Will you kindly explain?”</p> +<p>“You recall Mr. Gandiss asked me to help him +solve the mystery of those brass thefts at the plant.”</p> +<p>“Why, yes, but I didn’t know you had begun to do +anything about it.”</p> +<p>“Our plan may not succeed. However, we’re trying +out a little idea of mine.”</p> +<p>“Does it have anything to do with that junk shop?”</p> +<p>“Yes, the place was opened yesterday by Heiney +Growski.”</p> +<p>Penny’s blue eyes opened wide for she knew the +man well. A prominent detective in Riverview, he +had won distinction by solving a number of difficult +cases.</p> +<p>“Heiney is an expert at make-up and impersonation,” +Mr. Parker added. “We brought him here and +installed him as the owner of the junk store across the +street. His instructions are to buy brass and copper +at above the prevailing market prices.”</p> +<p>“You expect employes who may be pilfering metals +to seek the highest price obtainable!”</p> +<p>“That’s our idea. It may not work.”</p> +<p>“It should,” Penny cried jubilantly. “Sweeper Joe +went in there not three minutes ago! I’ve suspected +him from the first!”</p> +<p>“Aren’t you jumping to pretty fast conclusions?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_74">[74]</div> +<p>“From what I heard him say to the gatekeeper Clayton, +I’m sure he’s mixed up in some underhanded +scheme.”</p> +<p>“You’re not certain of it, Penny. Joe has been +carefully investigated. He seems too stupid a fellow +to have engineered such a clever, organized method +of pilfering.”</p> +<p>“He never appeared stupid to me. Dad, let’s drift +over to the junk shop, and learn what is happening.”</p> +<p>“And give everything away? No, Heiney will report +if anything of consequence develops. In the +meantime, we must show no interest in the shop.”</p> +<p>To Penny’s disappointment, her father refused to +remain longer in the vicinity of the factory. Without +glancing toward the junk shop, they walked on to the +riverfront. The motorboat they had expected to meet +them had not yet arrived. While Mr. Parker purchased +a newspaper and sat down on the dock to read, +Penny sauntered along the shore.</p> +<p>A short distance away on a stretch of beach, a boat +had been overturned. Sally Barker, in blue overalls +rolled to the knees, was painting it with deft, sure +strokes. Penny walked over to watch the work.</p> +<p>Glancing up, Sally smiled, but did not speak. A +smudge of blue paint stained her cheek. She had +sanded the bottom of the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>, and now was slapping +on a final coat of paint.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_75">[75]</div> +<p>“Will it dry in time for the race tomorrow?” Penny +inquired, making conversation.</p> +<p>“The finish won’t be hard, but that’s the way I want +it,” Sally said, dipping her brush. “It makes a faster +racing bottom.”</p> +<p>“Then you’re all ready for competition?”</p> +<p>“The boat is ready.” Sally hesitated, then added. +“But I may not enter the race after all.”</p> +<p>“Not enter? Why?”</p> +<p>Having finished painting, Sally carefully cleaned +her brush, and tightly closed the paint and varnish +cans. She wiped her hands on her faded overalls.</p> +<p>“The boy who was racing with me served notice +this morning that he had changed his mind. I haven’t +asked anyone else, because I didn’t want to be turned +down.”</p> +<p>“But I should think anyone who likes to sail would +be crazy for the chance—” Penny began. Then as +she met Sally’s gaze, her voice trailed off.</p> +<p>“You know what I mean,” said Sally quietly.</p> +<p>“Not the factory episode?”</p> +<p>“Yes, word traveled around.”</p> +<p>“Jack didn’t tell?”</p> +<p>“I don’t think so, but I don’t know,” Sally replied +honestly. “Anyway, everyone learned why I was +discharged. Pop is furious.”</p> +<p>“Your mother too, I suppose?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_76">[76]</div> +<p>“I have no mother. She died when I was ten. Since +then, Pop and I have lived aboard the <i>Queen</i>. Pop +always taught me to speak my mind, never to be +afraid, and above all to be honest. To be accused of +something one didn’t do and to be branded as a thief +is the limit!”</p> +<p>Penny nodded sympathetically. “About the race,” +she said, reverting to the previous subject, “you aren’t +really serious about not entering?”</p> +<p>“It means everything to me,” Sally admitted soberly. +“But I can’t race alone. The rules call for +two persons in each boat.”</p> +<p>“You need an expert sailor?”</p> +<p>“Not necessarily. Of course, the person would +have to know how to handle ropes and carry out +orders. Also, not lose his head in an emergency. To +balance the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> right I need someone about my +own weight.”</p> +<p>“It has to be a boy?”</p> +<p>“Mercy, no! I would prefer a girl if I knew whom +to ask.” Sally suddenly caught the drift of Penny’s +conversation, and a look of amazed delight came upon +her face. “Not you!” she exclaimed. “You don’t +mean you would be willing—”</p> +<p>“If you want or could use me. I’m a long way +from an expert, but I do know a little about sailboats. +We have one in Riverview. However, I never competed +in a race.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_77">[77]</div> +<p>“I’d be tickled pink to have you!”</p> +<p>“Then it’s settled.”</p> +<p>“But what about the Gandiss family? You are +their guest.”</p> +<p>“That part is a bit awkward,” Penny admitted. +“But they are all good sports. I’m sure no one will +hold it against me.”</p> +<p>“After I was discharged from the factory?”</p> +<p>“That really wasn’t Mr. Gandiss’ doing, Sally. The +plant is so large he scarcely knows what goes on in +some departments. You were discharged by the personnel +manager.”</p> +<p>“I realize that.”</p> +<p>“Didn’t Mr. Gandiss write you a letter asking you +to come in for a personal interview?”</p> +<p>“Yes, he did,” Sally acknowledged reluctantly. “I +was angry and I tore it up.”</p> +<p>“Then you shouldn’t blame Mr. Gandiss.”</p> +<p>“I’m not blaming him, Penny. I like Mr. Gandiss +very much. In fact, I like him so well I never could +bear to accept favors from him.”</p> +<p>“Not even to clear your name?”</p> +<p>Sally washed her hands at the river’s edge, and rolled +down the legs of her overalls. “The person who put +that brass in my locker hasn’t been caught?” she inquired +softly.</p> +<p>“Not to my knowledge.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_78">[78]</div> +<p>“Then all Mr. Gandiss could do would be to offer +me another chance,” Sally said bitterly. “I’ll never +work in the factory on that basis. If I am cleared +completely, then I am willing to go back.”</p> +<p>“Mr. Gandiss is trying to solve the mystery of those +thefts,” Penny declared. “I know that to be a fact. +Have you any idea who the guilty parties might be?”</p> +<p>Sally straightened up, digging at paint which had +lodged beneath her fingernails. She did not answer.</p> +<p>“You do have a clue!” Penny cried.</p> +<p>“Maybe.” Sally smiled mysteriously.</p> +<p>“Tell me what it is.”</p> +<p>“No, I intend to work by myself until I’m sure that +I’m on the right track. I’ve not even told Pop.”</p> +<p>“Does it have anything to do with Sweeper Joe?”</p> +<p>Sally’s expression became blank. “I don’t know +much about him,” she dismissed the subject. “My information +concerns a certain house upriver. But don’t +ask me to tell you more.”</p> +<p>Hastily she gathered up paint cans and brush, turning +to leave. “Are you really serious about racing +with me tomorrow?” she demanded.</p> +<p>“Of course!”</p> +<p>“Then you’re elected first mate of the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>! +Meet me at the yacht club dock at six in the morning +for a trial workout. The preliminary race is at two.”</p> +<p>“I’ll be there without fail.”</p> +<p>“And bring a little luck with you,” Sally added with +a grin. “We may need it to defeat the <i>Spindrift</i>.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_79">[79]</div> +<h2 id="c10"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">10</span> +<br /><i>OVERTURNED</i></h2> +<p>When Penny reached the dock next morning +she found that Sally had preceded her by many hours. +The varnished wood of the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> shone in the +sunlight. Below the waterline, the boat was as smooth +and slippery as glass.</p> +<p>“Isn’t she beautiful?” Sally asked proudly, squeezing +water from a sponge she had been using. “The +rigging has been overhauled, and Pop came through +at the last minute with a new jib sail. Every rope has +been changed too.”</p> +<p>“It looks grand,” Penny praised. “You must have +worked like a galley slave getting everything ready +for the race.”</p> +<p>“I have, but I want to win. This race means everything +to me.”</p> +<p>“Are you sure you want me to sail with you?” +Penny asked dubiously. “After all, I am not an expert. +I might handicap you.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_80">[80]</div> +<p>“Nonsense! There’s no one I would rather have—that +is, if you still want to do it. Was Jack angry +when you told him?”</p> +<p>Penny confessed that she had not spoken to any of +the Gandiss family of her intention to take part in the +race. “But it will be all right,” she added. “Jack +really isn’t such a bad sport when you get to know +him. I only hope we win!”</p> +<p>“Oh, we’ll come in among the leading five—that’s +certain,” Sally said carelessly. “This is only a preliminary +race today. The five winning boats will compete +next week in the finals.”</p> +<p>“If you lose today must you give up the trophy?”</p> +<p>“Not until after the final race.” Sally laughed +goodnaturedly. “But don’t put such ideas in my head. +We can’t lose! I’m grimly determined that Jack +mustn’t beat me!”</p> +<p>“I do believe the race is a personal feud between you +two! Why does it mean so much to defeat him?”</p> +<p>Sally stepped nimbly aboard the scrubbed deck, +stowing away the sponge under one of the seats. +“Jack and I always have been rivals,” she admitted. +“We went to grade school together. He used to make +fun of me because I lived on a ferryboat.”</p> +<p>“Jack was only a kid then.”</p> +<p>“I know. But we always were in each other’s hair. +We competed in everything—debates, literary competitions, +sports. Jack usually defeated me too. In sailing, +due to Pop’s coaching, I may have a slight edge +over him.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_81">[81]</div> +<p>“Do you really dislike Jack?”</p> +<p>“Why, no.” Sally’s tone indicated she never had +given the matter previous thought. “If he weren’t +around to fight with, I suppose I’d miss him terribly.”</p> +<p>Penny sat down on the dock to lace up a pair of +soft-soled tennis shoes. By the time she had them on, +Sally was ready to shove off for the trial run.</p> +<p>“Suppose we take about an hour’s work-out, and +then rest until time for the race,” she suggested. +“You’ll quickly learn the tricks of this little boat. +She’s a sweet sailer.”</p> +<p>The <i>Cat’s Paw</i> had been tied to the dock with a stiff +wind blowing across it, and larger boats were berthed +on either side. To get away smoothly without endangering +the other craft would be no easy task. As +the girls ran up the mainsail, a few loiterers gathered +to watch the departure.</p> +<p>“All set, mate?” grinned Sally. “Let’s go.”</p> +<p>With a speed that amazed Penny, she trimmed the +main and jib sheets flat amidships, placing the tiller +a little to starboard.</p> +<p>“Haul up the centerboard!” she instructed.</p> +<p>Penny pulled up the board, feeling a trifle awkward +and inadept.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_82">[82]</div> +<p>Sally leaped out onto the dock, and casting off, held +the boat’s head steady into the eye of the wind. With +a tremendous shove which delighted the spectators, +she sent the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> straight aft, and made a flying +leap aboard.</p> +<p>With sails flat amidships, the boat shot straight +backwards. As they started to clear the stern of the +boat that was to starboard, Sally let the tiller move +over to that side. The bow of the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> began +to swing to starboard.</p> +<p>Not until then, did Penny observe that the <i>Spindrift</i> +was tied up only a few boat-lengths away. Jack, +armed with several bottles of pop, came hurriedly +from the clubhouse. Noting Sally’s spectacular departure, +he joined the throng at the railing.</p> +<p>“We’ll give the crowd a real thrill,” Sally muttered, +keeping her voice low so that it would not carry over +the water. “If this trick works, it should be good.”</p> +<p>Even Penny was worried. The bow of the <i>Cat’s +Paw</i> had swung rapidly to starboard. But Sally, +calm and cool, still hung on to the sheets.</p> +<p>“Put your tiller the other way!” Jack shouted from +the dock. “Let your sheet run!”</p> +<p>Enjoying the boy’s excitement, Sally pretended to +be deaf. Wind had struck the sails, but the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> +continued to sail backwards. A crash seemed impossible +to avert. Then at the last instant, the bow swung +clear of the neighboring boats.</p> +<p>Grinning triumphantly, Sally put the tiller to port +and started the sheets. They sailed briskly away.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_83">[83]</div> +<p>“Beautifully done!” praised Penny. “Not one +sailor in a hundred could pull that off. It took nerve!”</p> +<p>“Pop taught me that trick. It’s risky, of course. If +the sails should decide to take charge, or the tiller +should fail to go to starboard, one probably would +collide with the other boats.”</p> +<p>“You surprised Jack. He expected you to crash.”</p> +<p>“We’ll surprise him this afternoon too,” Sally declared +confidently, steering out into mid-stream. “If +this breeze holds, it’s just what the doctor ordered!”</p> +<p>For an hour the girls practiced maneuvers until +Penny was thoroughly adept at handling the ropes +and carrying out orders. Although the rules of the +race did not allow them to sail the actual course, Sally +pointed it out.</p> +<p>“We start near the clubhouse,” she explained. +“Then, taking a triangular route we sail past Hat +Island to the first marker. After rounding it, we keep +on to the marker near the eastern river shore, and sail +back to our starting point.”</p> +<p>Sally was in high spirits, for she declared that if the +breeze held, <i>Cat’s Paw</i> would perform at her best. +Though no one knew exactly what Jack’s new boat, +<i>Spindrift</i> could do, observation had convinced most +sailing enthusiasts that it would be favored in a light +breeze.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_84">[84]</div> +<p>“I hope it blows a gale this afternoon!” Sally chuckled +as they moored at the dock. “Get some rest now, +Penny, and meet me at the clubhouse about one +o’clock. The race starts sharp at two.”</p> +<p>Penny did not see Jack when she returned to +Shadow Island, so had no chance to tell him of her +plan to sail with Sally in the competition. Her father, +whom she took into her confidence, was not entirely +in favor of the decision.</p> +<p>“We are guests of Mr. and Mrs. Gandiss,” he reproved +mildly. “To sail against Jack is a tactless +thing to do. Though actually you may do him a +favor, for you’ll likely be more of a handicap than a +help in the race.”</p> +<p>“That’s what I figured,” laughed Penny.</p> +<p>By chance, Mr. Gandiss overheard the conversation. +Entering the living room, he declared that Penny must +not hesitate to enter the competition.</p> +<p>“After all, the race is supposed to be for fun,” he +said emphatically. “Lately Jack and Sally have made +it into a feud. I really think it would do the boy good +to be defeated soundly.”</p> +<p>Long before the hour of the race, Penny was at +the yacht club docks, dressed in blue slacks, white +polo shirt, and an added jacket for protection from +wind and blistering sun rays.</p> +<p>Rowboats, canoes and small sailing craft plied lazily +up and down the river, while motor yachts with flags +flying, cruised past the clubhouse. Out in the main +channel where the race was to be held, the judges’ boat +had been anchored. The shores were thronged with +spectators, many of whom had enjoyed picnic lunches +on the grassy banks.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_85">[85]</div> +<p>Penny walked along the dock searching for the +<i>Cat’s Paw</i>. She came first to the <i>Spindrift</i> which was +just preparing to get underway. Jack and a youth +Penny did not know, were busy coiling ropes.</p> +<p>“Hi, Penny!” Jack greeted her, glancing up from +his work. “You’re going to see a real race today! +Will I take Sally Barker for a breeze!”</p> +<p>Just at that moment, Sally herself appeared from +inside the clubhouse. Seeing Penny, she waved and +called: “Come on, mate, it’s time we shove off!”</p> +<p>Jack’s jaw dropped and he gazed at the two girls +accusingly.</p> +<p>“What is this?” he demanded. “Penny, you’re not +racing in Sally’s boat?”</p> +<p>“Yes, I am.”</p> +<p>“Well, if that isn’t something!” Jack said no more, +but his tone had made it clear he considered Penny +nothing short of a traitor.</p> +<p>The two boats presently sailed out from the protecting +shores to join the other fifteen-footers which +had entered the race. With the breeze blowing +strong, the contestants tacked rapidly back and forth, +jockeying for the best positions at the start of the +contest.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_86">[86]</div> +<p>Tensely Sally glanced at her wristwatch. “Five +minutes until two,” she observed. “The gun will go +off any minute now.”</p> +<p>Nineteen boats comprised the racing fleet, but in +comparison to Jack and Sally, many of the youthful +captains were mere novices. Experts were divided +in opinion as to the winner, but nearly everyone +agreed it would be either Jack or Sally, with the odds +slightly in favor of the latter.</p> +<p>“There goes the signal!” cried Sally.</p> +<p>The boats made a bunched start with <i>Cat’s Paw</i> and +<i>Spindrift</i> in the best positions. In the sharp breeze, +one of the craft carried away a stay, and with a broken +mast, dropped out of the race. The others headed for +the first marker.</p> +<p>At first Sally and Jack raced almost bow to bow, +then gradually the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> forged steadily ahead. +Except for three or four boats, the others began to +fall farther and farther behind.</p> +<p>“We’ll win!” Penny cried jubilantly.</p> +<p>“It’s too soon to crow yet,” Sally warned. “While +it looks as if this breeze will hold for the entire race, +no one can tell. Anything might happen.”</p> +<p>Penny glanced back at Jack’s boat a good six to +eight lengths behind. The boy deliberately turned his +head, acting as if he did not see her.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_87">[87]</div> +<p>The <i>Cat’s Paw</i> hugged the marker as it made the +turn at Hat Island. Rounding the body of land, the +girls were annoyed to see a canoe with three children +paddling directly across their course.</p> +<p>“Now how did they get out here?” Sally murmured +with a worried frown. “They should know better!”</p> +<p>At first the children did not seem to realize that +they were directly in the path of the racing boats. +But as they saw the fleet rounding Hat Island in the +wake of the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> and the <i>Spindrift</i>, they suddenly +became panic-stricken.</p> +<p>With frantic haste, they tried to get out of the way. +In her confusion, one of the girls dropped a paddle, +and as it floated away, she made a desperate lunge to +recover it. Another of the occupants, heavy-set and +awkward, leaned far over the same side in an attempt +to help her.</p> +<p>“They’ll upset if they aren’t careful!” Penny +groaned. “Yes, there they go!”</p> +<p>Even as she spoke, the canoe flipped over, tossing +the three girls into the water. Two of them grasped +the overturned craft and held on. The third, unable +to swim, was too far away to reach the extended hand +of her terrified companions.</p> +<p>Making inarticulate, strangled sounds in her throat, +she frantically thrashed the water, trying desperately +to save herself.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_88">[88]</div> +<h2 id="c11"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">11</span> +<br /><i>A QUESTION OF RULES</i></h2> +<p>“Quick!” Sally cried, remaining at the tiller of +the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>. “The life preserver!”</p> +<p>Finding one under the seat, Penny took careful aim +and hurled it in a high arc over the span of water. +The throw was nearly perfect and the life preserver +plopped heavily on the surface not two feet from the +struggling girl. But she was too panic-stricken to +reach out and grasp it.</p> +<p>The river current carried the preserver downstream. +Sally knew then that to save the girl she must turn +aside and abandon the race.</p> +<p>“Coming about!” she called sharply to warn Penny +of the swinging boom.</p> +<p>Already beyond the girl, whose struggles were becoming +weaker, they turned and sailed directly toward +her. Penny kicked off her shoes, and before +Sally could protest, dived over the gunwale.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_89">[89]</div> +<p>A half dozen long strokes carried her directly behind +the struggling girl. Hooking a hand beneath her +chin, she pulled her into a firm, safe hold, then towed +her to the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> where Sally helped them both +aboard.</p> +<p>Throughout the rescue, the other two children had +clung to the overturned canoe. Sally saw that they +were in no danger, for a motorboat from shore was +plowing swiftly to the rescue. Standing by until the +two were taken safely aboard, she then glanced toward +the fleet of racing boats.</p> +<p>Nearly all of them had passed the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> and +were well on their way toward the second marker. +The <i>Spindrift</i> led the field.</p> +<p>“We’re out of the race,” she said dismally.</p> +<p>“No! Don’t give up!” Penny pleaded. “You still +may have a chance. This girl is all right. I’ll look +after her while you sail.”</p> +<p>Sally remained unconvinced. “We couldn’t possibly +overtake Jack now.”</p> +<p>“But we do have a chance to come in among the +five leaders! Then you would be able to race in the +finals. You wouldn’t lose the lantern trophy.”</p> +<p>Sparkle came into Sally’s eyes again. Her lips drew +into a tight, determined line.</p> +<p>“All right, we’ll keep on!” she decided. “But it will +be nip and tuck to win even fifth place. See what +you can do for our passenger.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_90">[90]</div> +<p>The girl who had been hauled aboard was not more +than thirteen years old. Although conscious, she had +swallowed considerable water and was dazed from the +experience. As she began to stir, Penny knelt beside +her.</p> +<p>“Lie still,” she said soothingly. “We’ll have you at +the dock soon.”</p> +<p>Stripping off her own jacket, Penny tucked it about +the shivering child.</p> +<p>“We’re balanced badly,” Sally commented, her eyes +on the line of boats far ahead, “and overloaded too. +It’s foolish to try—”</p> +<p>“No, it isn’t!” Penny said firmly. “We’re sailing +great guns, Sally! Look at the water boiling behind +our rudder.”</p> +<p>Almost as if it were driven by a motor, the <i>Cat’s +Paw</i> plowed through the waves, leaving a trail of foam +and bubbles in her wake. Despite the handicap of an +extra passenger, the boat was gaining on the contestants +ahead.</p> +<p>“If only the course were longer!” Sally murmured, +straining against the pull of the main sheet.</p> +<p>They rounded the second marker only a few feet +behind a group of bunched boats. One by one they +passed them until only seven remained ahead. But +with the finish line close by, they could not seem to +gain another inch.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_91">[91]</div> +<p>“We can’t make it,” Sally said, turning to gaze at +the shore with its crowd of excited spectators. +“We’re bound to finish seventh or eighth, out of the +race.”</p> +<p>“We’re still footing faster than the other boats,” +Penny observed. “Don’t give up yet.”</p> +<p>A moment later, the crack of a revolver sounding +over the water, told the girls that the <i>Spindrift</i> had +crossed the finish line in first place.</p> +<p>To add to Sally’s difficulties, the rescued girl began +to stir and rock the boat. Each time she moved, the +<i>Cat’s Paw</i> lost pace. Though they passed the next +two boats, they could not gain to any extent on the +one which seemed destined to finish in fifth place.</p> +<p>Sally had been right, Penny realized. Barring a +miracle, the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> could not be among the winners. +Although they were slowly gaining, the finish +line was too close for them to overcome the lead of +the remaining boats.</p> +<p>And then the miracle occurred. The <i>Elf</i>, directly +ahead, seemed to falter and to turn slightly aside. The +<i>Cat’s Paw</i> seized the chance and forged even.</p> +<p>“Go to it, Sally!” her skipper, Tom Evans, a freckled +youth, called. “You belong in the finals!”</p> +<p>Then the girls understood and were grateful. Deliberately, +the boy had slowed his boat so that Sally +might be among the winners.</p> +<p>“It was a fine thing to do!” Sally whispered. “But +how I hate to win in such fashion!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_92">[92]</div> +<p>“Tom Evans knew he had no chance in the finals,” +Penny said. “As he said, you belong there for you are +one of the best sailors in the fleet.”</p> +<p>Sally crossed the finish line in fifth place, then sailed +on to the dock by the clubhouse. As Penny leaped +out to make the boat fast, willing hands assisted with +the bedraggled passenger. The child was taken to +the clubhouse for a change of clothes. Officials +gathered about Penny and Sally, congratulating them +upon the race.</p> +<p>“I didn’t really win,” the latter said, paying tribute +to Tom Evans. “The <i>Elf</i> deliberately turned aside +to give me a chance to pass.”</p> +<p>Nearby, Jack Gandiss who had won the race, stood +unnoticed. After awhile he walked over to the dock +where Sally and Penny were collecting their belongings.</p> +<p>“That was a nice rescue,” he said diffidently. “Of +course it cost you second place, which was a pity.”</p> +<p>Sally cocked an eyebrow. “<i>Second</i> place?” she repeated. +“Well, I like that!”</p> +<p>“You never could have defeated the <i>Spindrift</i>.”</p> +<p>“No? Well, if my memory serves me right, the +<i>Cat’s Paw</i> was leading when I had to turn aside. Not +that I wasn’t glad to do it.”</p> +<p>“You may have been ahead, but I was coming up +fast. I would have overtaken you at the second +marker or sooner.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_93">[93]</div> +<p>“Children! Children!” interposed Penny as she +neatly folded a sail and slipped it into a snowy white +cover. “Must you always claw at each other?”</p> +<p>“Why, we aren’t fighting,” Sally denied with a grin.</p> +<p>“Heck, no!” Jack agreed. He started away, then +turned and came back. “By the way, Sally. How +about the trophy?”</p> +<p>Sally did not understand what he meant.</p> +<p>“I won the race, so doesn’t the brass lantern belong +to me?” Jack pursued the subject.</p> +<p>“Well, it will if you win the final next week.”</p> +<p>“That’s in the bag.”</p> +<p>“Like fun it is!” Sally said indignantly. “Jack, I +hate to crush those delicate feelings of yours, but +you’re due for the worst defeat of your life!”</p> +<p>The argument might have started anew, but Jack +reverted to the matter of the lantern trophy.</p> +<p>“I’m the winner now, and it should be turned over +to me,” he insisted.</p> +<p>Sally became annoyed. “That’s not according to +the rules of the competition,” she returned. “The regulations +governing the race say that the <i>final</i> winner +is entitled to keep the trophy. I was last year’s winner. +The one this season hasn’t yet been determined.”</p> +<p>“It’s not safe to keep the lantern aboard the <i>River +Queen</i>.”</p> +<p>“Don’t be silly! There couldn’t be a safer place! +Pop and I chained the trophy to a beam. It can’t +be removed without cutting the chain.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_94">[94]</div> +<p>“Someone could take the trophy by unlocking the +padlock.”</p> +<p>“Oh, no, they couldn’t,” Sally grinned provokingly. +“You see, I’ve already lost the key. The only way +that lantern can be removed is by cutting the chain.”</p> +<p>Jack was enraged. “You’ve lost the key?” he demanded. +“If that isn’t the last straw!”</p> +<p>Hanson Brown, chairman of the racing committee, +chanced to be passing, and Jack impulsively hailed +him. To the chagrin of the girls, he asked for a ruling +on the matter of the trophy’s possession.</p> +<p>“Why, I don’t recall that such a question ever came +up before,” the official replied. “My judgment is that +Miss Barker has a right to retain the trophy until the +final race.”</p> +<p>“Ha!” chuckled Sally, enjoying Jack’s discomfiture. +“How do you like that?”</p> +<p>Jack turned to leave. But he could not refrain from +one parting shot. “All right,” he said, “you get to +keep the trophy, but mind—if anything should happen +to it—you alone will be responsible!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_95">[95]</div> +<h2 id="c12"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">12</span> +<br /><i>NIGHT PROWLER</i></h2> +<p>When Penny, her father, and the Gandiss family +returned late that afternoon to Shadow Island, a +strange motorboat was tied up at the dock. On the +veranda a man sat waiting. Although his face appeared +familiar, Penny did not recognize him.</p> +<p>Her father, however, spoke his name instantly. +“Heiney Growski! Anything to report?”</p> +<p>Penny remembered then that he was the detective +who had been placed in charge of the junk shop near +the Gandiss factory.</p> +<p>The man arose, laying aside a newspaper he had +been reading to pass the time. “I’ve learned a little,” +he replied to Mr. Parker’s question. “Shall we talk +here?”</p> +<p>“Go ahead,” encouraged Mr. Gandiss carelessly. +“This is my son, Jack, and our guest, Penny Parker. +They know of the situation at the factory, and can +be trusted not to talk.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_96">[96]</div> +<p>Though seemingly reluctant to make a report in the +presence of the two youngsters, the detective nevertheless +obeyed instructions.</p> +<p>“Since opening up the shop, I’ve been approached +twice by a man from the factory,” he began.</p> +<p>“That sweeper, called Joe?” interposed Mr. Parker.</p> +<p>“Yes, the first time he merely came into the place, +looked around a bit, and finally asked me what I paid +for brass.”</p> +<p>“You didn’t appear too interested?” Mr. Parker inquired.</p> +<p>“No, I gave him a price just a little above the +market.”</p> +<p>“How did it strike him?”</p> +<p>“He didn’t have much to say, but I could tell he +was interested.”</p> +<p>“Did he offer you any brass?”</p> +<p>“No, he hinted he might be able to get me a considerable +quantity of it later on.”</p> +<p>“Feeling you out.”</p> +<p>“Yes, I figure he’ll be back. That’s why I came +here for instructions. If he shows up with the brass, +shall I have him arrested?”</p> +<p>Mr. Parker waited for the factory owner to answer +the question.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_97">[97]</div> +<p>“Make a record of every transaction,” Mr. Gandiss +said. “Encourage the man to talk, and he may reveal +the names of others mixed up in the thefts. But make +no arrests until we have more information.”</p> +<p>“Very good, sir,” the detective returned. “Unless +the man is very crafty, I believe we may be able to +trap him within a few weeks.”</p> +<p>After Heiney had gone, Jack and Penny went down +to the dock together to retie the <i>Spindrift</i>. The wind +had shifted, and with the water level rising, the boat +was bumping against its mooring post.</p> +<p>“By the way, Jack,” said Penny as she unfastened +one of the ropes to make it shorter, “I forgot to congratulate +you upon winning the race this afternoon.”</p> +<p>“Skip it,” he replied grimly.</p> +<p>Penny glanced at him, wondering if her ears had +deceived her.</p> +<p>“Why, I thought you were crazy-wild to win,” she +commented.</p> +<p>“Not that way.” Jack kept his face averted as he +tied a neat clove hitch. “I guess I made myself look +like a heel, didn’t I?”</p> +<p>For the first time Penny really felt sorry for the +boy. Resisting a temptation to rub salt in his wounds, +she said kindly:</p> +<p>“Well, I suppose you felt justified in asking for the +trophy.”</p> +<p>“I wish I hadn’t done that, Penny. It’s just that +Sally gets me sometimes. She’s so blamed cocky!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_98">[98]</div> +<p>“And she feels the same way about you. On the +whole, though, I wonder if Sally has had a square +deal?”</p> +<p>Jack straightened, staring at the <i>Spindrift</i> which +tugged impatiently at her shortened ropes. Waves +were beginning to lap over the dock boards.</p> +<p>“You mean about the factory?” he asked in a subdued +voice.</p> +<p>Penny nodded.</p> +<p>“I never did think Sally was a thief,” Jack said +slowly. “Judging from Heiney Growski’s report, +someone may have planted the brass in her locker. +Probably that fellow Joe, the Sweeper.”</p> +<p>“Don’t you feel she should be cleared?”</p> +<p>“How can we do anything without proof? This +fellow Joe isn’t convicted yet. Besides, he’s only +one of a gang. Sally could be involved, though I +doubt it.”</p> +<p>“You’re not really convinced then?” Penny gazed +at him curiously.</p> +<p>“Yes, I am,” Jack answered after a slight hesitation. +“Sally’s innocent. I know that.”</p> +<p>“Then why don’t we do something about it?”</p> +<p>“What? My father has employed the best detectives +already.”</p> +<p>“At least you could tell Sally how you feel about it.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_99">[99]</div> +<p>Jack kicked at the dock post with the toe of his tennis +shoe. “And have her tear into me like a wild cat?” +he countered. “You don’t know Sally.”</p> +<p>“Are you so sure that you do?” Penny asked. +Turning she walked swiftly away.</p> +<p>Jack came padding up the gravel path after her.</p> +<p>“Wait!” he commanded, grasping her by the arm. +“So you think I’ve given Sally a raw deal?”</p> +<p>“I have no opinion in the matter,” Penny returned, +deliberately aloof.</p> +<p>“If I could do anything to prove Sally innocent you +know I’d jump at the chance,” Jack argued, trying to +regain Penny’s good graces.</p> +<p>“You really mean that?”</p> +<p>“Yes, I do.”</p> +<p>“Then why don’t you try to get a little evidence +against this man Joe, the Sweeper?” Penny proposed +eagerly. “You visit the factory nearly every day. +Keep your eyes and ears open and see what you can +learn.”</p> +<p>“Everyone knows who I am,” Jack argued. “There +wouldn’t be a chance—” Meeting Penny’s steady, +appraising gaze, he broke off and finished: “Oh, okay, +I’ll do what I can, but it’s useless.”</p> +<p>“Not if you have a plan.”</p> +<p>Jack stared at Penny with sudden suspicion. “Say, +what are you leading up to anyhow?” he demanded. +“Do <i>you</i> have one?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_100">[100]</div> +<p>“Not exactly. It just occurred to me that by +watching at the gate of the factory when the employes +leave, one might spot some of the men who are carrying +off brass in their clothing.”</p> +<p>Jack gave an amused snort. “Oh, that’s been done. +Company detectives made any number of checks.”</p> +<p>“That’s just the point,” Penny argued. “They were +factory employes, probably known to some of the +workers.”</p> +<p>“I’m even more widely recognized,” Jack said. +“Besides, Clayton, our gateman, has instructions to be +on the watch for anyone who might try to carry anything +away. He’s reported several persons. When +they were searched, nothing was found.”</p> +<p>“Your gateman is entirely trustworthy?”</p> +<p>“Why not? He’s an old employee.”</p> +<p>Penny said no more, though she was thinking of the +conversation overheard while at the factory gatehouse. +Even if Jack took no interest, she decided she +would try to do what she could herself. But there +really seemed no place to begin.</p> +<p>“If you get any good ideas, I’ll be glad to help,” +Jack said as if reading her thoughts. “Just to barge +ahead without any plan, doesn’t make sense to me.”</p> +<p>Penny knew that he was right. Much as she desired +to help clear Sally, she had no definite scheme in +mind.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_101">[101]</div> +<p>As the pair turned to leave the docks, they heard a +shout from across the water. The <i>Cat’s Paw</i>, with +canvas spread wide, was sailing before the wind, directly +toward the island. Sally, at the tiller, signaled +that she wanted to talk to them.</p> +<p>The boat came in like a house afire, but though the +landing was fast, it was skillful. Sally looped a rope +around the dock post, but did not bother to tie up.</p> +<p>“Penny,” she said breathlessly. “I didn’t get half +a chance to thank you this afternoon for helping me +in the race.”</p> +<p>“I didn’t do anything,” Penny laughed. “I merely +went along for the ride.”</p> +<p>“That may be your story, but everyone who saw +the race knows better. What I really came here for is +to ask you to spend the night with me aboard the +<i>River Queen</i>. We’ll have a chance to get better acquainted.”</p> +<p>The invitation caught Penny by surprise. Sally +mistook her hesitation for reluctance.</p> +<p>“Probably you don’t feel you want to leave here,” +she said quickly. “It was just one of those sudden +ideas of mine.”</p> +<p>“I want to come,” Penny answered eagerly. “If +Mr. and Mrs. Gandiss wouldn’t mind. Wait and I’ll +ask.”</p> +<p>Darting to the house, she talked over the matter +with her father and then with her hostess. “By all +means go,” the latter urged. “I imagine you will enjoy +the experience. Jack can pick you up in the motorboat +in the morning.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_102">[102]</div> +<p>Packing her pajamas and a few toilet articles into a +tight roll, Penny ran back to the dock. Jack and Sally +were arguing about details of the afternoon race, but +they abandoned the battle as she hurried up.</p> +<p>“Jack, you’re to pick me up tomorrow morning,” +she advised him as she climbed aboard the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>, +“Don’t forget.”</p> +<p>The <i>River Queen</i> already had been anchored for +the night in a quiet cove half a mile down river. With +darkness approaching, lights were winking all along +the shore. Across the river, the Gandiss factory was +a blaze of white illumination. Farther downstream, +the colored lights of an amusement park with a high +roller coaster, cut a bright pattern in the sky.</p> +<p>Sally glanced for a moment toward the factory but +made no mention of her unpleasant experience there. +“Pop and I stay alone at night on the <i>Queen</i>,” she explained +as they approached the ferry. “Our crew is +made up of men who live in town, so usually they go +home after the six o’clock run.”</p> +<p>Skillfully bringing the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> alongside the anchored +<i>Queen</i>, she shouted for her father to help +Penny up the ladder. Making the smaller craft secure +for the night, she followed her to the deck.</p> +<p>“What’s cooking, Pop?” she asked, sniffing the air.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_103">[103]</div> +<p>“Catfish,” the captain answered as he went aft. +“Better get to the galley and tend to it, or we may not +have any supper.”</p> +<p>The catfish, sizzling in butter, was on the verge of +scorching. Sally jerked the pan from the stove, and +then with Penny’s help, set a little built-in table which +swung down from the cabin wall, and prepared the +remainder of the meal.</p> +<p>Supper was not elaborate but Penny thought she +had never tasted better food. The catfish was crisp +and brown, and there were French fried potatoes and +a salad to go with it. For dessert, Captain Barker +brought a huge watermelon from the refrigerator, and +they split it three ways.</p> +<p>“It’s fun living on a ferryboat!” Penny declared enthusiastically +as she and Sally washed the dishes. “I +can’t see why you ever would want to work in a factory +when you can live such a carefree life here.”</p> +<p>The remark was carelessly made. Penny regretted +it instantly for she saw the smile leave Sally’s face.</p> +<p>“I worked at the factory because I wanted to help +make airplanes, and because Pop can’t afford to give +me much money,” she explained quietly. “It was all +a mistake. I realize that now.”</p> +<p>“I’m sorry,” Penny apologized, squeezing her hand. +“I didn’t mean to be so stupid. As far as your discharge +is concerned, you’ll be cleared.”</p> +<p>“How?”</p> +<p>“Mr. Gandiss has detectives working on the case.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_104">[104]</div> +<p>“Detectives!” Sally gave a snort of disgust. “Why, +everyone in the plant knows who they are!”</p> +<p>After dishes were done, the girls went on deck. +Protected from the night breezes by warm lap rugs, +they sat listening to the lallup of the waves against the +<i>River Queen</i>. Captain Barker’s pipe kept the mosquitoes +away and he talked reminiscently of his days +as a boy on the waterfront.</p> +<p>Presently, the blast of a motorboat engine cut the +stillness of the night. Sally, straightening in her chair, +listened intently.</p> +<p>“There goes Jack again!” she observed, glancing at +her father. “To the Harpers’, no doubt.”</p> +<p>The light of the boat became visible and Sally followed +it with her eyes as it slowly chugged upstream.</p> +<p>“I was right!” she exclaimed a moment later.</p> +<p>Penny’s curiosity was aroused, for she knew that +Jack absented himself from home nearly every night, +and that his actions were a cause of worry to his parents. +“Who are the Harpers?” she inquired.</p> +<p>“Oh! they live across the river where you see those +red and blue lights,” Sally said, pointing beyond the +railing. “The house stands on stilts over the water, +and is a meeting place for the scum of the city!”</p> +<p>“Sally!” her father reproved.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_105">[105]</div> +<p>“Well, it’s the truth! Ma Harper and her no-account +husband, Claude, run an outdoor dance pavilion, +but their income is derived from other sources too. +Black market sales, for instance.”</p> +<p>“Sally, your tongue is rattling like a chain!”</p> +<p>“Pop, you know very well the Harpers are trash.”</p> +<p>“Nevertheless, don’t make statements you can’t +prove.”</p> +<p>Sally’s outspoken remarks worried Penny because +of their bearing upon Mr. Gandiss’ son. “You don’t +think Jack is mixed up with the Harpers in black market +dealings?” she asked.</p> +<p>“Oh, no!” Sally got up from the deck chair. “He +goes there to have a good time. And if you ask me, +Jack ought to stop being a playboy grasshopper!”</p> +<p>Captain Barker knocked ashes from his pipe and put +it deep in his jacket pocket. “The shoe pinches,” he +told Penny with a wink. “Sally never learned to +dance. I hear tell there’s a girl who goes to the Harper +shindigs that’s an expert at jitter-bugging!”</p> +<p>“That has nothing to do with me!” Sally said furiously. +“I’m going to bed!”</p> +<p>Captain Barker arose heavily from his chair. “How +about the day’s passenger receipts?” he asked. +“Locked in the cabin safe?”</p> +<p>“Yes, we took in more than two hundred dollars +today.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_106">[106]</div> +<p>“That makes over five hundred in the safe,” the +captain said, frowning. “You’ll have to take it to the +bank first thing in the morning, I don’t like to have +so much cash aboard.”</p> +<p>Going to the cabin they were to share, Sally and +Penny undressed and tumbled into the double-deck +beds. The gentle motion of the boat and the slap of +waves on the <i>Queen’s</i> hull quickly lulled them to +sleep.</p> +<p>How long Penny slumbered she did not know. But +toward morning she awoke in darkness to find Sally +shaking her arm.</p> +<p>“What is it?” Penny mumbled drowsily. “Time to +get up?”</p> +<p>“Sh!” Sally warned. “Don’t make a sound!”</p> +<p>Penny sat up in the bunk. Her friend, she saw, had +started to dress.</p> +<p>“I think someone is trying to get aboard!” Sally +whispered. “Listen!”</p> +<p>Penny could hear no unusual sound, only the wash +of the waves.</p> +<p>“I distinctly heard a boat grate against the <i>Queen</i> +only a moment ago,” Sally pulled on her slacks and +thrust her feet into soft-soled slippers which would +make no sound. “I’m going on deck to investigate!”</p> +<p>Penny was out of bed in a flash. “Wait!” she commanded. +“I’m going with you!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_107">[107]</div> +<p>Dressing with nervous haste, she tiptoed to the cabin +door with Sally. Stealing through the dark corridors +to the companionway, they could hear no unusual +sound. But midway up the steps, Sally’s keen ears +heard movement.</p> +<p>“Someone is in the lounge!” she whispered. “It +may be Pop but I don’t think so! Come on, and we’ll +see.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_108">[108]</div> +<h2 id="c13"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">13</span> +<br /><i>THE STOLEN TROPHY</i></h2> +<p>Hand in hand the two girls tiptoed to the entranceway +of the lounge. Distinctly they could hear someone +moving about in the darkness, and the sound came +from the direction of a small cabin which the Barkers +used as an office room.</p> +<p>“Pop!” Sally called sharply. “Is that you?”</p> +<p>She was answered only by complete silence. Then +a plank creaked. The prowler was stealing stealthily +toward the girls!</p> +<p>“Pop!” shouted Sally at the top of her lungs, groping +to find a light switch.</p> +<p>Before she could illuminate the room, a man brushed +past the two girls. Penny seized him by the coat. A +sharp object pierced her finger. She was thrust back +against the wall so hard that it knocked the breath +from her. The man twisted, and jerking his coat free, +dashed up the stairs.</p> +<p>“Pop!” Sally called again.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_109">[109]</div> +<p>Captain Barker, armed with revolver and flashlight, +came out of his cabin. By this time, Sally had found +and turned on the light switch.</p> +<p>“A prowler!” she cried. “He ran up on deck.”</p> +<p>“Stay below!” ordered the captain. “I’ll get him!”</p> +<p>Penny and Sally had no intention of missing any of +the excitement. Close at Captain Barker’s heels, they +darted up the companionway to the deck. To the +starboard, the trio heard a slight splash, then the sound +of steady dipping oars.</p> +<p>“Someone’s getting away in a rowboat!” Sally cried.</p> +<p>Captain Barker ran to the railing. “Halt!” he +shouted. “Halt or I’ll fire!”</p> +<p>The man, a mere shadow in the mist arising from +the river, rowed faster. Captain Barker fired two +shots, purposely high. The man ducked down into +the boat, and a moment later switched on an outboard +motor, which rapidly carried him beyond view.</p> +<p>“Did you see who the fellow was, Sally?” the captain +demanded wrathfully.</p> +<p>“No, it was too dark. Do you think he got away +with the money in the safe?”</p> +<p>Fearing the worst, the trio descended to an office +room adjoining the passenger lounge. A chair had +been overturned there, but the door of the safe remained +locked.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_110">[110]</div> +<p>“You girls must have surprised him before he had +time to steal the money,” Captain Barker declared in +relief. “No harm done, but this is the first time in six +years that anyone tried to sneak aboard the <i>Queen</i>. +We’ll have to keep a better watch from now on.”</p> +<p>As the girls turned to leave the cabin, Sally saw that +Penny was looking at the third finger of her right +hand.</p> +<p>“Why, you’re hurt!” she cried.</p> +<p>Penny’s hand was smeared with blood which came +from a tiny pin-prick wound on the finger.</p> +<p>“It’s nothing,” she insisted.</p> +<p>Sally ran to a cabinet for gauze, iodine and cotton. +“How did it happen?” she asked.</p> +<p>“I tried to stop the prowler. As I grabbed his coat, +something stuck my finger. It must have been a pin.”</p> +<p>The wound was superficial and did not pain Penny. +Sally wrapped the finger for her, and then after Captain +Barker had said he would remain up for awhile, +they returned to bed.</p> +<p>Throughout the night there were no further disturbances. +At dawn the girls arose, feeling only a little +tired as the result of their night’s adventure. They +had time for a quick swim in the river before breakfast +and disgraced themselves by eating six pancakes each.</p> +<p>“The crew will be coming aboard soon,” Sally said, +glancing at her watch. “I usually sweep out the +lounge and straighten up a bit before we make our +first passenger run.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_111">[111]</div> +<p>Penny, who had nothing to do until Jack could +come to take her back to the island, eagerly offered to +help. Armed with brooms and dust rags, the girls +went below.</p> +<p>In the doorway, Penny paused, staring at the overhead +beam.</p> +<p>“Why, Sally,” she commented in astonishment. +“What did you do with the lantern trophy? Take it +down?”</p> +<p>“No, it’s still there.”</p> +<p>Alarmed by Penny’s question, Sally moved past her, +gazing at the beam. Where the brass lantern had +hung, there now was only a neatly severed chain.</p> +<p>“Why, it’s gone!” she exclaimed in disbelief.</p> +<p>“Wasn’t it here last night when we went to bed?”</p> +<p>“Of course.”</p> +<p>“Then it was stolen last night!”</p> +<p>Dropping broom and dustpan, Sally brought a chair +and inspected the chain. Obviously it had been cut +by sharp metal scissors.</p> +<p>“That prowler who came aboard last night must +have done it!” she exclaimed angrily. “Oh, what a +mean, low trick!”</p> +<p>As the full realization of what the loss would mean +came to her, Sally sank down on the chair, a picture of +dejection.</p> +<p>“I’m responsible for the trophy, Penny! I’ll be expected +to produce it before the final race. Oh, what +can we do?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_112">[112]</div> +<p>“Why do you suppose the thief took the lantern +and nothing else?”</p> +<p>“Someone may have done it for pure spite. But I’m +more inclined to think the person came aboard to steal +our money in the office safe. The lantern hung here +in a conspicuous place and he may have taken it on +impulse.”</p> +<p>Intending to notify Captain Barker of the loss, the +girls started up the companionway. Abruptly, Penny +paused, her attention drawn to an object lying on one +of the steps. It was a circular badge with a picture +and a number on it. No name. Such identifications, +she knew, were used by many industrial plants.</p> +<p>“Where did this come from?” she murmured, picking +it up.</p> +<p>The face on the badge was unfamiliar to her. The +man had dark, bushy hair, sunken eyes and prominent +cheekbones.</p> +<p>Sally turned to examine the identification pin. +“Why, this badge came from the Gandiss factory!” +she exclaimed, and studied the picture intently.</p> +<p>“Did you ever see the man before?”</p> +<p>“I can’t place him, Penny. Yet I know I have seen +him somewhere.”</p> +<p>“The man should be easy to trace from this picture +and number. When I caught hold of his clothing last +night, I must have pulled off the pin. That was how +my finger was pricked.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_113">[113]</div> +<p>As the girls examined the pin, they heard a commotion +on deck and the sound of voices. Before they +could go up the steps to investigate, Jack Gandiss came +clattering down to the lounge.</p> +<p>“I came to take you back to the island, Penny,” he +informed. “Ready?”</p> +<p>Then his gaze fastened upon the beam where the +brass lantern had hung.</p> +<p>“Say, what became of the trophy?” he demanded +sharply. “You decided to take it down after all?”</p> +<p>“It’s gone,” Sally said, misery in her voice. “Stolen!”</p> +<p>The two girls waited for the explosion, but +strangely, Jack said nothing for a moment.</p> +<p>“You warned me,” Sally hastened on. “Oh, it’s all +my fault. It was conceited and selfish of me to display +the trophy here. I deserve everything you’re going +to say.”</p> +<p>Still Jack remained mute, staring at the beam.</p> +<p>“Go on—tell me what you’re thinking,” Sally challenged +miserably.</p> +<p>“It’s a tough break,” Jack said without rancor.</p> +<p>“This will practically ruin the race,” Sally accused +herself. “I can’t replace the trophy for there’s no +other like it. An ordinary cup never would seem the +same.”</p> +<p>“That’s so,” Jack gloomily agreed. “Well, if it’s +gone, it’s gone, and there’s nothing more to be done.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_114">[114]</div> +<p>The boy’s calm acceptance of the calamity he had +predicted, astonished Penny and Sally. Was this the +Jack they knew? With a perfect opportunity to say, +“I told you so,” he had withheld blame.</p> +<p>Sally sank down on the lower step. “How will I +face the racing committee?” she murmured. “What +will the other contestants say? They’ll feel like running +me out of town.”</p> +<p>“Maybe it won’t be necessary to tell,” Jack said +slowly. “One of us is almost certain to win the race +next Friday.”</p> +<p>“Yes, that’s true, but—”</p> +<p>“If you win, the lantern would be yours for keeps. +Should I win, no one would need to know that you +hadn’t turned it over to me. You could make some +excuse at the time of the presentation.”</p> +<p>Sally gazed at Jack with a new light in her eyes. +“I’m truly sorry for all the hateful things I’ve said to +you in the past,” she declared earnestly. “You’re a +true blue friend.”</p> +<p>“Maybe I’m sorry about some of the cracks I made +too,” he grinned, extending his hand. “Shake?”</p> +<p>Sally sprang up and grasped the hand firmly, but +her eyes were misty. She hastened to correct any +wrong impression Jack might have gained.</p> +<p>“I’m glad you made the offer you did,” she said, +“but I never would dream of keeping the truth from +the committee. I’ll notify them today.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_115">[115]</div> +<p>“Why be in such a hurry?” Penny asked. “The +race is a week away. In that time we may be able to +find the trophy. After all, we have a good clue.”</p> +<p>“What clue?” asked Jack.</p> +<p>Penny showed him the pin. As he gazed at the picture +on the face of the badge, a strange expression +came into his eyes.</p> +<p>“You know the man?” Penny asked instantly.</p> +<p>“He works at our factory. But that’s not where +I’ve seen him.”</p> +<p>“At the Harpers?” Sally asked.</p> +<p>“Yes,” Jack admitted unwillingly. “I don’t know +his name, but he is a friend of Ma Harper and her husband.”</p> +<p>“And of that no-account Joe, the Sweeper?”</p> +<p>“I don’t know about that.” The questioning had +made Jack uncomfortable.</p> +<p>“The man should be arrested!”</p> +<p>“We have no proof, Sally,” Penny pointed out. +“While we’re satisfied in our own minds that the man +who took the lantern is the person who lost the badge, +we can’t be certain.”</p> +<p>“The badge may have been dropped by a passenger +yesterday,” Jack added. “Let me find out this fellow’s +name first, and a few facts about him.”</p> +<p>“I don’t believe your friends, the Harpers, will tell +you much,” Sally said stiffly. “They’re the scum of +the waterfront. How you can go there—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_116">[116]</div> +<p>Penny, who saw that another storm was brewing, +quickly intervened, saying it was time she and Jack +started for the island. Sally, taking the hint, allowed +the subject to drop.</p> +<p>But as she went on deck to see the pair off in Jack’s +motorboat, she whispered to Penny:</p> +<p>“See me this afternoon, if you can. I have an idea I +don’t want Jack to know about. If we work together, +we may be able to trace the trophy.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_117">[117]</div> +<h2 id="c14"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">14</span> +<br /><i>TRAPPED</i></h2> +<p>Jack had little to say about the theft as he and +Penny returned to the Gandiss home. However, after +lunch he offered to go to his father’s factory to learn +the identity of the employee who had lost the badge +aboard the <i>River Queen</i>.</p> +<p>“Want to come along?” he invited.</p> +<p>Ordinarily, Penny would have welcomed the opportunity, +but remembering that Sally had wished to +see her, she regretfully turned down the invitation.</p> +<p>“I’ll ride across the river if you don’t mind,” she +said. “I have an errand in town.”</p> +<p>By this time Penny was familiar with the daily route +of the <i>River Queen</i> and knew where it would dock to +pick up and unload passengers. Sally, she felt certain, +would be aboard, expecting her.</p> +<p>They crossed the river in the motorboat, making an +appointment to meet again at four o’clock. After +Jack had gone, Penny set off for the <i>River Queen’s</i> +dock where a sizable group of passengers awaited the +ferry.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_118">[118]</div> +<p>Soon the <i>Queen</i> steamed in, her bell signaling a +landing. Passengers crowded the railing, eager to be +the first off. A crewman stood at the wheel, and Sally +was nowhere to be seen.</p> +<p>As the boat brushed the dock, sailors leaped off to +make fast to the dock posts. Captain Barker, annoyed +because the passengers were pushing, bellowed impatient +orders to his men: “All right, start that gangplank +forward! Lively! Are you going to sleep over +it all day?”</p> +<p>Then, seeing Penny, he raised his hand in friendly +greeting.</p> +<p>“Is Sally aboard?” she called to him.</p> +<p>“No, she went up the shore a ways—didn’t say +where,” the captain replied, waving his hand upriver. +“Ought to be back here any minute.”</p> +<p>Sally, however, did not appear, and the <i>Queen</i> +pulled away without her. Penny loitered on the dock +for twenty minutes. The sun was hot and with nothing +to do, time lay heavy upon her. It lacked a half +hour before the <i>River Queen</i> would return, and fully +two hours before she was due to meet Jack. For lack +of occupation, she walked upriver along the docks.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_119">[119]</div> +<p>Buildings were few and far between. There were +several fish houses, a boat rental place and the half-deserted +amusement park. The beach beyond made +easy walking, so Penny kept on. With quickening interest +she saw that she was approaching a two-story +building which appeared to stand on stilts over the +water. Close by was a large, smoothly cemented area +with overhead lights.</p> +<p>“That’s the Harper place!” Penny recognized it. +“With the dance area adjoining.”</p> +<p>She moved on along the beach. Drawing closer to +the building, she passed a clump of bushes fringing the +sand. The leaves stirred slightly though there was no +breeze. Penny failed to notice the movement.</p> +<p>But as she passed the bushes, a hand reached out and +grasped her ankle.</p> +<p>Startled, Penny uttered a nervous cry.</p> +<p>“Be quiet, you goon!” a familiar voice bade.</p> +<p>It was Sally Barker crouched amid the foliage. +Quickly she pulled Penny with her behind the bushes.</p> +<p>“Sally, what are you doing here?” Penny demanded.</p> +<p>“Watching that house. I saw you a long way down +the beach.”</p> +<p>“Anything doing?”</p> +<p>“A boat is coming in now. That’s why I didn’t +want you to be seen.”</p> +<p>A rowboat with an outboard, rapidly approached +the Harper pier. Already it was making a wide sweep +preparatory to a landing.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_120">[120]</div> +<p>“Why, it’s that fellow, Joe the Sweeper!” Penny exclaimed, +peering out from the hiding place. “Who is +steering the boat?”</p> +<p>“Claude Harper,” Sally revealed. “Ma Harper’s +husband.”</p> +<p>“Wonder what Joe would be doing here?”</p> +<p>“That’s what I’d like to know myself,” Sally returned +grimly. “Joe isn’t as stupid as he’s given credit +for being. He’s crafty and mean, and being mixed up +with the Harpers is no recommendation.”</p> +<p>While the girls watched, the boat landed. The two +men tied up the craft, and removing a burlap sack +which apparently was filled with something heavy, +carried it into the two-story house.</p> +<p>“I wish we knew what they brought here,” Penny +said. “Why not try to find out?”</p> +<p>“How?”</p> +<p>“Couldn’t we sneak up to the house and peek in one +of the windows?”</p> +<p>“We might be caught.”</p> +<p>“True, but we’ll learn nothing more here.”</p> +<p>Debating a moment, the girls emerged from their +hiding place. To reach the house they were compelled +to cross an open stretch of beach. However, no +one was to be seen outside the dwelling and their arrival +appeared to attract no notice of anyone inside.</p> +<p>“How about that window at the east side?” Penny +suggested.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_121">[121]</div> +<p>The one she pointed out was half screened by +bushes and at a level which would permit them to peer +inside.</p> +<p>“Okay,” agreed Sally, “but I’d hate to be caught at +this business. The Harpers hate me and they would +be mighty unpleasant if they came upon us snooping.”</p> +<p>“What a harsh word!” chuckled Penny. “All this +comes under the heading of investigation! The only +difference is that Mr. Gandiss’ detectives are paid and +we aren’t.”</p> +<p>“If I could get the brass lantern back that would be +pay enough for me,” Sally returned.</p> +<p>Creeping to the window, the girls cautiously peeped +into the house. The panes were so dirty it was hard to +see inside. But they were able to distinguish three +persons sitting at a living room table. Papers were +spread out before them, and they were adding figures. +There was no sign of the sack which had been carried +into the house.</p> +<p>“Who are they?” Penny asked her companion.</p> +<p>“Joe the Sweeper, Ma Harper and her husband. +Another woman is coming into the room now. But +she’s only a stupid houseworker Ma hires by the +week.”</p> +<p>Sally moved backwards, intending to give Penny +her place at the window. Inadvertently, she stepped +on a stick which broke in two with a snap. Though +the sound was not loud, it apparently was heard by +those inside the house.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_122">[122]</div> +<p>For immediately Claude Harper shoved back his +chair and started toward the window.</p> +<p>“What was that?” the girls heard him mutter. “I +thought I heard someone outside.”</p> +<p>“Quick! Crouch down or he’ll see us!” Penny +warned, pulling Sally to the ground.</p> +<p>Claude Harper, a sallow-faced man in dirty leather +jacket, appeared at the window. To the alarm of the +girls, he thrust up the sash. In plain view, should he +peer down over the ledge, they held their breath.</p> +<p>The man, however, gazed toward the boat docks. +“I don’t see anyone,” he reported to his companions. +“I was sure I heard something—” he broke off, ending +sharply: “And I did too!”</p> +<p>“What is it, Claude?” his wife called.</p> +<p>“Anyone been here this afternoon?” he demanded.</p> +<p>“Nary a soul until you came.”</p> +<p>“Take a look at those shoetracks in the sand!”</p> +<p>Hearing the words, Penny and Sally gazed behind +them. From the bush on the beach to the wall where +they crouched, led a telltale trail.</p> +<p>“I’ll go outside and look around!” Harper said to +his wife. He slammed down the window.</p> +<p>“We’re sunk!” Sally moaned. “We can’t run across +the beach without being seen, and we’re certain to be +caught here.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_123">[123]</div> +<p>Keeping close to the wall, treading in firm earth +which left no visible shoemarks, the girls crept around +the building corner. The slamming of a door warned +them that Claude Harper already was on their trail.</p> +<p>“Someone’s been here by the window!” they heard +him shout.</p> +<p>Frantically, the girls looked about for a place to +hide. There was no shrubbery nearby, only the waterfront. +Penny’s desperate gaze fastened upon the +rowboat tied up at the pier nearby. In the bottom lay +an old canvas sail.</p> +<p>“Quick! The boat!” she whispered to Sally.</p> +<p>“We’ll be caught there sure!”</p> +<p>“It’s even more certain if we stay here. Come on, +it’s our only chance.”</p> +<p>Choosing the lesser of two evils, they tiptoed across +the pier. Though many of the boards were rotten and +loose, their shoes fortunately made no sound.</p> +<p>Scrambling down into the boat, the girls jerked the +canvas sail over them. Barely had they hidden themselves, +than their hearts sank, for they heard heavy +footsteps approaching on the pier.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_124">[124]</div> +<h2 id="c15"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">15</span> +<br /><i>UNDER THE SAIL</i></h2> +<p>That Claude Harper was searching for them, +the girls did not doubt. But though he knew someone +had been peering in the window, they were hopeful he +had not actually seen them. Huddling beneath the +sail in the bottom of the boat, they nervously waited.</p> +<p>The man came farther out on the pier, the boards +creaking beneath his weight. At any instant the girls +expected to have the sailcloth jerked from their heads. +However, Harper’s attention was diverted as Sweeper +Joe came out of the house.</p> +<p>“Find anyone?” the factory worker asked.</p> +<p>“No, but tracks lead to the window. Someone’s +been spying.”</p> +<p>“Kids probably.”</p> +<p>“I don’t know about that,” Claude Harper returned +gruffly. “I’d feel a lot safer if we didn’t have all that +stuff in the basement. What’s our chances of getting +rid of it tonight?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_125">[125]</div> +<p>“We can’t do it. Tomorrow or next night maybe. +Arrangements have got to be made, and if we try to +push things, we’ll end up in a jam.”</p> +<p>The voices faded away, though not entirely. Presently +daring to peep from beneath the canvas, Penny +saw that the two men had seated themselves on the +rear steps of the house at the edge of the river and +within plain view of the tied-up boat.</p> +<p>“We’re in a nice position now!” she whispered to +Sally. “Suppose they sit there until they decide to +leave in this boat?”</p> +<p>“We’ll be caught. We’re the same as trapped now +unless they go back into the house.”</p> +<p>The two men showed no inclination to leave. They +talked earnestly together, evidently making plans of +some sort. Though the girls tried hard to overhear, +they could catch only an occasional word. After +awhile, Ma Harper, a wiry, ugly woman with stringy +black hair, came outdoors to join the men on the +steps.</p> +<p>“It’s getting late,” she warned. “If you’re goin’ to +tend to that job today, you’ll have to be gettin’ across +the river. Ain’t you due to show up for work at four +o’clock, Joe?”</p> +<p>“That’s right,” the man yawned, getting up. “I’ll +be glad when I can chuck the whole business and live +without workin’.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_126">[126]</div> +<p>Though Penny and Sally did not hear much of the +conversation, it was evident to them that the men were +about ready to make use of the boat.</p> +<p>“We’re sunk,” Sally whispered fearfully. “Maybe +we ought to climb out of here and make a dash for it.”</p> +<p>Penny offered a better idea. “Why not untie the +rope, and let the boat drift off?” she proposed. “The +current is swift and should carry us downstream fairly +fast.”</p> +<p>“Any other boat around that they can use to follow +us in?”</p> +<p>“I don’t see any.” Penny raised the sail a little +higher as she gazed along the pier and nearby beach.</p> +<p>“All right, then do your stuff,” Sally urged.</p> +<p>While she held the sail slightly above Penny’s head +so that no movement would be discernible to those on +the house steps, the latter reached her hands from beneath +the cloth and swiftly untied the rope. The boat +began to drift away. Covered by the sail, the girls lay +motionless and flat on the craft’s bottom.</p> +<p>At first nothing happened. But as they began to +hope that the men would not notice the drifting boat, +they heard an explosive shout.</p> +<p>“Look!” Claude Harper exclaimed. “Our boat!”</p> +<p>“Jumpin’ fish hooks!” Sweeper Joe muttered. +“How did that happen? I tied ’er secure.”</p> +<p>“It looks like it,” the other retorted sarcastically. +“I can’t afford to lose that boat.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_127">[127]</div> +<p>The girls could hear running footsteps on the pier +and boardwalk near the dance pavilion. Sally dared +to peep from beneath the canvas again.</p> +<p>“They’re after a motorboat!” she reported tensely. +“Harper has one he keeps locked in a boathouse.”</p> +<p>“How close are we to the bend in the river?”</p> +<p>“About twenty yards.”</p> +<p>The swift current was doing its best for the girls, +swinging their boat toward the bend. Once beyond +it, they would be temporarily hidden from the pier. +But the current also was tending to carry them farther +and farther from shore.</p> +<p>“Do we dare row?” Penny asked nervously.</p> +<p>“Not yet. Harper is having trouble getting the engine +of his boat started,” Sally reported. “We’ll be +safe for a minute or two. We’re getting closer to the +bend.”</p> +<p>To the nervous girls, the boat scarcely seemed to +move. Then at last it passed the bend and they were +screened by willow trees and bushes.</p> +<p>“Now!” Sally signalled in a tense whisper.</p> +<p>Throwing off the sail, they seized oars and paddled +with all their strength.</p> +<p>“Quiet!” Sally warned as Penny’s oar made a splash. +“Sounds carry plainly over the water.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_128">[128]</div> +<p>The blast of a motorboat engine told them that +Harper and his companion had started in pursuit. +Only a minute or two would be required for them to +round the bend.</p> +<p>Throwing caution to the winds, Sally and Penny +dug in with their oars, shooting their craft toward +shore. The boat grated softly on the sand. Instantly, +the girls leaped out, splashing through ankle-deep +water.</p> +<p>As Sally was about to start across the beach, Penny +seized her hand.</p> +<p>“We mustn’t leave a trail of footprints this time!” +she warned.</p> +<p>Treading a log at the water’s edge, Penny walked +its length to firm ground which took no visible shoe +print. Sally followed her to a clump of bushes where +they crouched and waited.</p> +<p>Barely had they taken cover when the motorboat +came into view, heading for the little cove. There +Claude Harper recaptured the runaway rowboat, tying +it to the stern of the other craft.</p> +<p>Suddenly Penny was dismayed as she realized that +in their flight, a most important detail had been overlooked.</p> +<p>“The oars!” she whispered. “They’re wet!”</p> +<p>“Maybe the men won’t see,” Sally said hopefully. +“We left them half covered by the canvas.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_129">[129]</div> +<p>Intent only upon returning to the pier, Claude +Harper and his companion failed to notice anything +amiss. Apparently assuming the boat had been carelessly +tied and had drifted away under its own power, +they were not suspicious.</p> +<p>“That was a narrow squeak,” Penny sighed in relief +as the motorboat with the other craft in tow finally +disappeared around the bend. “The oars will quickly +dry in the sun, so I guess we’re safe.”</p> +<p>Now that they were well out of trouble, the adventure +seemed fun. Penny glanced at her wristwatch, +observing that it was past four o’clock.</p> +<p>“Jack will be waiting for me,” she said to Sally. +“I’ll have to hurry.”</p> +<p>“We’ll have plenty of time,” Sally returned carelessly. +“You usually can count on Jack being half an +hour late for appointments.”</p> +<p>Walking swiftly along the deserted shore, the girls +discussed what they had overheard at the Harpers.</p> +<p>“We stirred up a big fuss and didn’t learn too +much,” Penny said regretfully. “All the same, it looks +as if the Harpers and Sweeper Joe are mixed up in this +brass business together.”</p> +<p>“They spoke of having something stored in the +basement. That is what interests me. Oh, Penny, if +only we could go back there sometime when the +Harpers are gone and really investigate!”</p> +<p>“Maybe we can.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_130">[130]</div> +<p>Sally shook her head. “Ma Harper almost never +goes away from home. But sometimes she has streams +of visitors from Osage—mostly women. I’ve often +wondered why.”</p> +<p>“Factory girls?”</p> +<p>“No, they’re housewives and every type of person. +I think Mrs. Harper must be selling something to them, +but I never could figure it out.”</p> +<p>The <i>River Queen</i> was at the far side of the river, so +Sally, for lack of occupation, walked on with Penny +to the dock where she was to meet Jack. Greatly to +their surprise, he was there ahead of them, and evidently +had been waiting for some length of time.</p> +<p>Seeing the girls, he slowly arose to his feet.</p> +<p>“Well, Jack, what did you learn at the factory?” +Penny asked eagerly.</p> +<p>“Why, not much of anything.”</p> +<p>“You mean you weren’t able to find out the name +of the man who dropped his badge aboard the +<i>Queen</i>?” Penny asked incredulously.</p> +<p>“Of course you learned the name if you really +tried,” Sally added. “Every single badge used at your +factory would be recorded!”</p> +<p>Thus trapped, Jack said lamely: “Oh, I learned his +name all right. Take it easy, and I’ll tell you.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_131">[131]</div> +<h2 id="c16"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">16</span> +<br /><i>SILK STOCKINGS</i></h2> +<p>Puzzled by Jack’s behavior and his evident reluctance +to reveal what he had learned, Penny and Sally +sat down beside him on the dock. At their urging he +said:</p> +<p>“Well, I traced the number through our employment +office. The badge was issued to a worker named +Adam Glowershick.”</p> +<p>Neither of the girls ever had heard of the name, but +Sally, upon studying the picture again, was sure she +recalled having seen him as a passenger aboard the +<i>River Queen</i>.</p> +<p>“He’s a punch press operator,” Jack added.</p> +<p>“And he’s the man you thought you knew?” Penny +asked curiously.</p> +<p>“Yes. As I told you, I’ve seen him at the Harpers.” +Jack acted ill at ease.</p> +<p>The girls exchanged a quick glance. But they did +not tell Jack of their recent adventure.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_132">[132]</div> +<p>“Well, why don’t we have the fellow arrested?” +Sally demanded after a moment of silence. “I’m satisfied +he stole the brass lantern. He probably came +aboard for money, and unable to get into the safe, took +the trophy for meanness.”</p> +<p>“Or he may be mixed up with the gang of factory +brass thieves,” Penny supplied.</p> +<p>“You can’t prove a case against a man, because he +might have dropped the badge anytime he happened +to be a passenger aboard the ferry,” Jack said. “It +would do no good to have him booked on suspicion.”</p> +<p>“Is he a friend of yours?” Sally asked significantly.</p> +<p>“Of course not!”</p> +<p>“Jack is right about it,” Penny interposed hastily. +“We need more information before we ask police to +make an arrest. Any other news, Jack?”</p> +<p>“Nothing startling. But you know that detective +your father brought here from Riverview?”</p> +<p>“Heiney?”</p> +<p>“Yes, he reported today that Sweeper Joe contacted +him again, offering to sell a large quantity of brass. +An appointment has been made for the delivery Friday +night. If it proves to be stolen brass, then he’s +trapped himself.”</p> +<p>“Can they prove it’s the same brass?”</p> +<p>“Heiney numbers and records every piece he buys. +He should be able to establish a case.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_133">[133]</div> +<p>Knowing that her father had intended to keep the +junkman’s activities a secret, Penny was disturbed by +Jack’s talking in public. Evidently he had gleaned +this latest information from his father. She was even +more troubled by his attitude toward Adam Glowershick.</p> +<p>Presently saying goodbye to Sally, she and Jack returned +to Shadow Island. A strange boat was tied up +in the berth usually occupied by the <i>Spindrift</i>. Since +the sailboat was nowhere along the dock, it was evident +that Mr. Gandiss, his wife, and Mr. Parker had +gone for an outing on the river.</p> +<p>“We seem to have a visitor,” Penny remarked.</p> +<p>Jack said nothing, but intently studied the man who +slouched near the boathouse, hat pulled low to shade +his eyes from the sun glare.</p> +<p>“Why, isn’t that the same fellow whose picture was +on the factory badge!” Penny exclaimed. “Adam +Glowershick!”</p> +<p>“Careful or he’ll hear you,” Jack warned, scowling. +“I know this man. He’s here to see me.”</p> +<p>Penny gazed again at the stranger who had dark +bushy hair and prominent cheekbones. “If that isn’t +Glowershick, it’s his twin!” she thought, and asked +Jack if he had the factory badge with him.</p> +<p>“No, I haven’t,” he answered irritably. “Furthermore, +I wish you would cut out such wild speculation. +He’ll hear you.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_134">[134]</div> +<p>Jack brought the boat in. Leaping ashore, he asked +Penny to fasten the ropes. “I’ll be back in a minute,” +he flung at her as he strode off.</p> +<p>It took time to make the craft secure. When Penny +glanced up from her work, Jack and the stranger had +disappeared behind the boathouse.</p> +<p>“Queer how fast Jack ducked out of here,” she +thought.</p> +<p>More than a little annoyed by the boy’s behavior, +Penny started up the gravel path to the house. Midway +there she heard footsteps, and turning, saw Jack +hastening after her.</p> +<p>“Penny—” he began diffidently.</p> +<p>She waited for him to go on.</p> +<p>“I hate to ask this,” he said uncomfortably, “but +how are you fixed for money?”</p> +<p>“I have a little. Dad gave me a fairly large sum to +spend when we came here.”</p> +<p>“Could you let me have twenty dollars? It would +only be a loan for a few days. I—I wouldn’t ask it, +only I need it badly.”</p> +<p>“Dad only gave me twenty-five, Jack.”</p> +<p>“I’ll pay you back in just a few days, Penny. Honest +I will.”</p> +<p>“I’ll help you out of your jam,” Penny agreed unwillingly, +“but something tells me I shouldn’t do it. +Your parents—”</p> +<p>“Don’t say anything to them about it,” Jack +pleaded. “My father gives me a good allowance, and +if he knew I had spent all of it ahead, he’d have a fit.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_135">[135]</div> +<p>Penny went to her room for the money, returning +with four crisp five dollar bills. She had planned to +buy a new dress but now it must wait.</p> +<p>“Thanks,” Jack said gratefully, fairly snatching the +money from her hand. “Oh, yes, another favor—please +don’t mention to my folks that anyone was here +today.”</p> +<p>“Who is the man, Jack?”</p> +<p>“Oh, just a fellow I met.” The boy started moving +away. Penny, however, pursued him down the path.</p> +<p>“Not so fast, Jack. Since I have a financial interest +in your affairs now, it’s only fair that I ask a few questions. +Did you meet this man at the Harpers?”</p> +<p>“What if I did?”</p> +<p>“Now you’re in debt to him and he’s pressing you +for money. You don’t want your parents to know.”</p> +<p>“Something like that,” Jack muttered, avoiding her +steady gaze.</p> +<p>“I don’t like being a party to anything I fail to understand. +Jack, if you expect me to keep quiet about +this, you’ll have to make a promise.”</p> +<p>“What is it?”</p> +<p>“That you’ll not go to the Harpers’ again.”</p> +<p>“Okay, I’ll promise,” Jack agreed promptly. “The +truth is, I’ve had enough of the place. Now, is the +lecture concluded?”</p> +<p>“Quite finished,” Penny replied.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_136">[136]</div> +<p>With troubled eyes she watched Jack return to the +boathouse and hand her money to the bushy-haired +stranger.</p> +<p>“Maybe that fellow isn’t Glowershick,” she +thought, “but he certainly looks like the picture. If +Jack should be mixed up with those brass thieves—”</p> +<p>Penny deliberately dismissed the idea from her +mind. A guest of the Gandiss’ family, she could not +permit herself to distrust Jack. He was inclined to be +wild, irresponsible and at times arrogant, yet she had +never questioned his basic character. Even though it +disturbed her to know that he had given money to the +stranger, she refused to believe that he was dishonest +or that he would betray his father’s trust.</p> +<p>If Penny hoped that Jack would offer a complete +explanation for his actions, she was disappointed. After +the stranger had gone, he deliberately avoided her. +And that night at dinner, he had very little to say.</p> +<p>When the meal was finished, Jack roved restlessly +about the house, not knowing what to do with himself. +“I hope you’re planning on staying home +tonight,” his mother commented. “Lately, you’ve +scarcely spent an evening here.”</p> +<p>“There’s nothing to do on an island,” Jack complained. +“I thought I might run in to town for an +hour or so.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_137">[137]</div> +<p>He met Penny’s gaze and amended hastily: “On +second thought, I guess I won’t. How about an exciting +game of chess?”</p> +<p>The evening was dull, heightened only by Mr. +Gandiss’ discussion of the latest difficulties at the factory. +Another large quantity of brass had disappeared, +he revealed to Mr. Parker.</p> +<p>“Perhaps our detectives will solve the mystery +eventually,” he declared, “but I’m beginning to lose +heart. The firm has lost $60,000 already, and the +thieves become bolder each day. At the start, only a +small ring operated. Now I am convinced at least ten +or fifteen employes may be in on the scheme to defraud +me.”</p> +<p>“The brass must be smuggled past the gateman,” +Mr. Parker commented thoughtfully.</p> +<p>“We have three of them,” Mr. Gandiss replied. +“Several persons have been turned in, but nothing ever +could be proved against any individual who was +searched.”</p> +<p>Deeply interested in her father’s remark, Penny +kept thinking about Clark Clayton, the night-shift +gateman, and his apparent friendship with Sweeper +Joe. Late the next afternoon when she knew he +would be on duty, she purposely arrived at the factory +just as a large group of employes was leaving.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_138">[138]</div> +<p>Though at his usual post, Clark Clayton did not appear +especially alert. As employes filed past him, he +paid them no special heed. Several persons who carried +bulky packages were not even stopped for inspection.</p> +<p>“Why, a person could carry a ton of brass through +that gate and he wouldn’t know the difference!” she +thought.</p> +<p>Making no attempt to enter the grounds, Penny +watched for a while. Then she hailed a taxi cab, and +told the driver to take her to the river.</p> +<p>They were nearing the docks when the man, glancing +back over his shoulder, said carelessly: “How +would you like to buy some genuine silk stockings?”</p> +<p>“How would I like to stake out a claim to part of +the moon!” Penny countered, scarcely knowing how +to take the question.</p> +<p>“No, I’m serious,” the cab driver went on, slowing +the taxi to idling pace. “I know a woman along the +river who has a pretty fair stock of genuine silk stockings. +Beauties.”</p> +<p>“Black market?” Penny asked with disapproval.</p> +<p>“Well, no, I wouldn’t call it that,” the man argued. +“She had a supply of these stockings and wants to get +rid of them. Nothing wrong in that. Five dollars a +pair.”</p> +<p>“Five dollars a pair!” Penny echoed, barely keeping +her temper.</p> +<p>“If I took you there, she might let you have them +for a dollar less.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_139">[139]</div> +<p>Penny opened her lips to tell the black market “runner” +what she thought of a person who would engage +in such illegal business. Then she closed them again +and did a little quick thinking. After all, it might be +wise to learn where the place was and then report to +the police.</p> +<p>“Well, I don’t know,” she said, pretending to hesitate. +“I’d like to have a pair of silk stockings, but I +haven’t much money with me. Where is the place?”</p> +<p>“Not far from here along the river. I’ll drive you +there, and if you make a purchase, you needn’t pay me +any fare.”</p> +<p>“All right, that’s fair enough. Let’s go,” Penny +agreed.</p> +<p>As they rattled along the street, she carefully memorized +the cab’s number, and took mental notes on the +driver’s appearance, intending to report him to police. +No doubt he received a generous commission for +bringing customers to the establishment, she reasoned.</p> +<p>The cab had not gone far when it began to slacken +pace. Peering out, Penny was astonished to see that +they were stopping in front of the Harper house, +overlooking the river.</p> +<p>“Is this the place?” she gasped, as the driver swung +open the door. “I—I don’t believe I want to go in +after all. I thought you were taking me to a shop.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_140">[140]</div> +<p>“You can’t get silk stockings anywhere else in the +county,” the driver said. “Not like the kind Ma +Harper sells. Just go on in and tell her I brought you. +She’ll treat you right.”</p> +<p>Taking Penny by the elbow, he half pulled her from +the cab and started her toward the shabby, unpainted +dwelling.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_141">[141]</div> +<h2 id="c17"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">17</span> +<br /><i>BASEMENT LOOT</i></h2> +<p>While the cab driver waited, Penny crossed the +sagging porch and rapped on the door. Evidently the +taxi’s approach had been noted, for almost at once Ma +Harper appeared.</p> +<p>She was a tall, thin woman, sallow of face, and with +a hard glint to her eyes. Penny was not in the least +deceived by the smile that was bestowed upon her.</p> +<p>“Hello, deary,” the woman greeted her, stepping +aside for her to enter. “Did Ernst bring you to buy +something?”</p> +<p>“He spoke of silk stockings,” Penny returned cautiously. +“I’m not sure that I’ll care to purchase them.”</p> +<p>“Oh, you will when you see them, deary,” Ma +Harper declared in a chirpy tone. “Just come in and +I’ll show them to you.”</p> +<p>“Aren’t genuine silk stockings hard to get now?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_142">[142]</div> +<p>“I don’t know of any place they can be bought except +here. I was lucky to lay in a good supply before +the start of the war. Only one or two pairs are left +now, but I’ll let you have them, deary.”</p> +<p>“That’s very kind of you,” returned Penny with +dry humor.</p> +<p>“The stockings cost me plenty,” went on the +woman, motioning for the girl to seat herself on a +sagging davenport. “I’ll have to ask five dollars a +pair.”</p> +<p>She eyed Penny speculatively to note how the +figure struck her. Penny had no intention of making +a purchase at any price, but to keep the conversation +rolling, she pretended to be interested.</p> +<p>“Five dollars ain’t much when you consider you +can’t get stockings like these anywhere else,” the +woman added. “Just wait here, deary, and I’ll bring +’em out.” She went quickly from the room.</p> +<p>Left alone, Penny gazed with curiosity at the crude +furnishings. Curtains hung at the windows, but they +had not been washed in many months. The rug also +was soiled and threadbare. The main piece of furniture, +a table, stood in the center of the room.</p> +<p>Double doors opened out upon a balcony above the +river. Wandering outside, Penny could see the <i>River +Queen</i> plying its way far downstream. Closer by, a +small boat with an outboard approached.</p> +<p>Due to the glare of a late afternoon sun on the +water, she could not at first distinguish its two occupants. +The boat, however, looked familiar.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_143">[143]</div> +<p>“That’s the same boat Sally and I escaped in yesterday!” +she thought. “And it’s coming here!”</p> +<p>Nearer and nearer the craft approached, until +Penny could see the men’s faces plainly. One was +Sweeper Joe and the other, Clark Clayton, gateman +at the Gandiss factory.</p> +<p>“If they see me here, they’re certain to be suspicious!” +Penny thought in panic. “They’ll remember +having seen me with Mr. Gandiss at the factory. I’ll +skip while the skipping is good!”</p> +<p>She turned to find Ma Harper standing in the doorway. +“Anything wrong, deary?” the woman asked +in a soft purr.</p> +<p>“Why, no,” Penny stammered. “I—I was just admiring +the river view.”</p> +<p>“You were lookin’ at that boat so funny-like I +thought maybe you knew the men. Sure there ain’t +nothing wrong?”</p> +<p>“Of course not!” Penny was growing decidedly +uncomfortable. She tried to slip through the doorway, +but Ma Harper did not move aside.</p> +<p>“It’s getting late,” Penny said, glancing at her wrist +watch. “Perhaps I should come some other time to +look at the stockings. Shall we say tomorrow?”</p> +<p>“I have the hosiery right here, deary. Beauties, +ain’t they?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_144">[144]</div> +<p>Ma Harper spread one of the filmy stockings over +her rough, callous hand. The silk was fine and beautiful, +unquestionably pre-war and of black market +origin.</p> +<p>“Yes, they are lovely,” Penny said nervously. “But +the truth is, I haven’t five dollars with me. I’ll have +to come back later.”</p> +<p>Ma Harper’s dark eyes snapped angrily.</p> +<p>“Then what you been takin’ my time for?” she +demanded. “Say—” she accused with sudden suspicion, +her gaze roving to the boat which now was close +to the pier, “—you seem in a mighty big hurry to +get away from here all at once!”</p> +<p>“Why, no, it’s just that the taxi man is waiting, and +it’s getting late.”</p> +<p>“What’s your name anyhow?”</p> +<p>“Penny Parker.”</p> +<p>“Where do you live?”</p> +<p>“I am a summer vacationist.”</p> +<p>The answers only partially satisfied Ma Harper. +Evidently she was afraid that Penny might be an investigator, +for she debated a moment. Then she said: +“You wait here until I talk to someone.”</p> +<p>“But I really must be leaving.”</p> +<p>“You wait here, I said!” Ma Harper snapped. +“Maybe you’re okay, but I ain’t takin’ no chances on +you getting me into trouble about these stockings. +Wait until I talk to Joe.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_145">[145]</div> +<p>Leaving Penny on the balcony, she went out by +way of the front living room door. After it had +closed, there was a sharp little click which made the +girl fear she had been locked in.</p> +<p>The truth was quickly ascertained. The door was +locked. For an instant, Penny was frightened, but +she told herself she was not really a prisoner. There +were windows she could unfasten, and another door +at the rear of the house.</p> +<p>Intending to test it, she went quickly through the +kitchen. Voices reached her ears. Evidently Ma +Harper and the two men were standing close to the +door, and although speaking in low tones she could +hear most of the conversation.</p> +<p>“The girl may be all right, but I think she was sent +here to spy!” Ma reported. “If we let her go, she may +bring the police down on us!”</p> +<p>“And if you try to hold her here, you’ll soon be in +trouble!” one of the men answered. Penny thought +the voice was that of Clark Clayton. “You and this +petty stocking business of yours! We warned you +to lay off it.”</p> +<p>“Sure, blame me!” Ma’s voice rose angrily. “The +truth is, you’re getting scared of your own racket. +I was sellin’ stockings and makin’ a good, safe income +until you come along and talked my husband into +lettin’ you store your loot in our basement. Well, I’ve +made up my mind! You’re gettin’ the stuff out of +here tonight, and you’re not bringing any more in!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_146">[146]</div> +<p>“Okay, okay,” growled Sweeper Joe. “Just take +it easy, and quit your yippin’. We’ll move the stuff +as soon as it gets dark. Fact is, we’ve made a deal with +a guy that runs a junk shop near the factory. He’s +offered us a good price. We had to play along slow +and easy to be sure he wasn’t tied up with the cops.”</p> +<p>“What about the girl?” Ma demanded. “If I let her +go, she’s apt to get me into hot water about those +stockings.”</p> +<p>“That’s your funeral,” Joe the Sweeper retorted. +“If you’d handled her right, she wouldn’t have become +suspicious.”</p> +<p>The discussion went on, in lower tones. Then +Penny heard Ma say:</p> +<p>“Okay, that’s the way we’ll do it. I’ll think up +some story to convince the girl. But that brass must +be out of here tonight! Another thing, you can’t sell +the lantern that simpleton, Adam Glowershick, stole +from the <i>River Queen</i>.”</p> +<p>“Why not?” Sweeper Joe demanded. “There’s +good brass in it.”</p> +<p>“You stupid lout!” Ma exclaimed, losing patience. +“That lantern is known to practically every person +along the waterfront. Let it show up in a pawnshop +or second hand store, and the police would trace it +straight to us. You’ll have to heave it into the river.”</p> +<p>“Okay, maybe you’re right,” the factory worker +admitted.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_147">[147]</div> +<p>Penny had learned enough to feel certain that brass, +stolen piecemeal from the Gandiss factory, had been +stored in the Harper basement. Even more astonishing +was the information that the trophy taken from +the <i>River Queen</i> also was somewhere in the house.</p> +<p>“If the lantern is thrown into the river, no one ever +be able to recover it,” she thought. “If only I could +get it now and sneak away through a window!”</p> +<p>Penny’s pulse stepped up a pace, for she knew that +to venture into the basement was foolhardy. She listened +again at the door. Ma and the men still were +talking, but how long they would continue to do so, +she could not guess.</p> +<p>“I’ll risk it,” she decided.</p> +<p>The basement door opened from an inside wall of +the kitchen. Penny groped her way down the steep, +dark stairs but could find no light switch.</p> +<p>The cellar room was damp and dirty. As her eyes +became accustomed to the dim light which filtered in +through two small windows, she saw a furnace surrounded +by buckets of ashes and boxes of papers and +trash. A clothes line was hung with stockings and +silk underwear.</p> +<p>Penny poked into several of the boxes and barrels. +All were empty. Then her gaze focused upon another +door, which apparently led into a fruit or storage +room. It was padlocked.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_148">[148]</div> +<p>“The brass is locked in there!” she thought, her +heart sinking. “The lantern too! How stupid of me +not to expect it.”</p> +<p>Without tools, Penny could not hope to break into +the locked room. There was only one thing to do. +She must get away from the house, and bring the +police!</p> +<p>Starting up the stairs, she stopped short. An outside +door had slammed. In the room above she heard +footsteps, but no voices.</p> +<p>Frightened, Penny remained motionless on the basement +stairs. She could hear Ma Harper tramping +about, evidently in search of her, for the woman muttered +angrily to herself.</p> +<p>“I don’t dare stay here,” the girl thought. “I’ll +have to make a dash for it.”</p> +<p>Penny reasoned that in reentering the house, Ma +Harper probably had left the front door unlocked. +What had become of the two men she did not know, +but she would have to take a chance on their whereabouts.</p> +<p>Noiselessly, she crept up the stairs to the kitchen +door, opening it a tiny crack. Though she could not +see Ma, footsteps told her that the woman had stepped +out onto the balcony overlooking the river.</p> +<p>“This will be as good a chance as I may get,” she +reasoned.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_149">[149]</div> +<p>The door squeaked as she opened it wide enough +to slip through. Unnerved by the sound, Penny +moved swiftly across the kitchen to the living room.</p> +<p>“So there you are!” cried Ma Harper from the +balcony.</p> +<p>Penny threw caution to the winds. Darting across +the room, she jerked at the outside door. It opened, +but on the porch, facing her, stood Sweeper Joe and +Clark Clayton!</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_150">[150]</div> +<h2 id="c18"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">18</span> +<br /><i>OVER THE BALCONY</i></h2> +<p>Panic-stricken, Penny’s first thought was to +try to dart past the men. But she realized that to do +so would be impossible. Warned by Ma Harper’s excited +cries, they had moved into position to completely +block her path.</p> +<p>“Stop that girl!” shouted Ma Harper, bearing down, +upon her from the direction of the river balcony. +“She’s from the police and sent here to get evidence!”</p> +<p>Whirling around, Penny ran back toward the +kitchen, with the woman in pursuit. She did not +waste time testing the rear door, for she already knew +it to be locked.</p> +<p>However, opening from the kitchen was another +closed door which appeared to give exit. With no +time to debate, Penny jerked it open and darted inside.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_151">[151]</div> +<p>Instantly, she saw that she had made a serious mistake. +She had entered a small washroom and had +trapped herself. And Ma Harper was practically +upon her.</p> +<p>Penny did the only possible thing. She slammed the +door and turned the key in the lock. For a moment +at least, she was beyond reach.</p> +<p>“I’ve really trapped myself now!” she thought, recapturing +her breath. “What a mess! If I had used +my head this wouldn’t have happened.”</p> +<p>Penny sat down on the edge of the bathtub to think. +Already Ma Harper was pounding and thumping on +the flimsy wooden door panel. The door rattled on +its hinges.</p> +<p>“You open up or I’ll break down the door!” the +woman shouted furiously. “You hear me?”</p> +<p>Penny did not answer. There was no escape from +the washroom for it had no window. The tub upon +which she sat was ringed with dirt, evidently having +seen no use in many weeks. Above her head stretched +a short clothesline upon which hung a row of Ma +Harper’s stockings.</p> +<p>“You let me in!” Ma Harper shouted again. “If I +ever lay hands on you, you’ll pay for this!”</p> +<p>The threat left Penny entirely unmoved. She had +no intention of opening the door, no matter what the +woman might say or do.</p> +<p>Realizing that her tactics were gaining nothing, Ma +tried another approach.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_152">[152]</div> +<p>“Please let me in,” she coaxed in a falsely sweet +voice. “We won’t hurt you. If you come out now, +we’ll let you go home just as you want to do.”</p> +<p>Penny was not to be so easily taken in. She remained +silent.</p> +<p>Ma Harper lost her temper completely then. She +kicked at the door and shouted for the two men.</p> +<p>“Joe! Clark! Come and help me get this brat out +of here!”</p> +<p>Penny, certain that her moments of freedom were +limited, heard the two men approach. A heavy body +heaved itself against the door, but still the lock held.</p> +<p>“I don’t want my door smashed,” she heard Ma +Harper whine. “Can’t you get a screwdriver and take +off the hinges? There ain’t no other key in the +house.”</p> +<p>The reply of the men was inaudible, but Penny +heard their retreating footsteps. The door knob kept +rattling, so she decided Ma Harper had been left there +to keep watch.</p> +<p>“This probably is my only chance to escape!” +Penny reasoned. “I might unlock the door and take a +chance on overpowering Ma Harper. But she’s a +strong woman!”</p> +<p>Her roving gaze fastened upon the line of drying +stockings, and suddenly she had an idea! Jerking one +of the stockings down, she seized a thick bar of soap +from the dish above the bathtub, and crammed it deep +into the toe of the stocking.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_153">[153]</div> +<p>“This will make a superb weapon!” she thought +gleefully. “Almost as good as a blackjack!”</p> +<p>Taking a firm grip on the stocking, Penny swung +it several times to be certain of its possibilities. Then +she was ready.</p> +<p>Quickly she unlocked the door and stepped back.</p> +<p>For a moment nothing happened. Then Ma Harper +pushed it open, just as she had expected.</p> +<p>“Now I’ll get you!” she screamed, springing at +Penny.</p> +<p>Penny kept the stocking behind her back. “I hate +to do this,” she thought, “but she’s asking for it!”</p> +<p>As Ma reached out to seize her, she swung the stocking. +The encased cake of soap cut a neat arc through +the air and clipped the woman sharply on the head.</p> +<p>More startled than hurt, she stumbled backwards +and collapsed into the bathtub.</p> +<p>Pausing only long enough to see that Ma was not +really injured, Penny made a dash for safety. But her +escape was cut off.</p> +<p>Sweeper Joe and Clayton the gateman were just entering +the front door of the living room, armed with +tools to use in taking down the washroom door.</p> +<p>Seeing Penny, they again blocked the exit. Desperate, +she ran in the only possible direction—to the balcony +overlooking the river.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_154">[154]</div> +<p>The docks were directly beneath the house, and +waves lapped the posts of the two-story porch. It was +at least a fifteen-foot drop and the water was shallow. +But Penny had no time to calculate the risk.</p> +<p>Leaping to the railing of the balcony, she poised +there an instant, staring down at the rocks plainly visible +in the still water.</p> +<p>Then, as Sweeper Joe reached out to grasp her by +the shoulder, she jumped.</p> +<p>She struck the water head foremost in a shallow dive +which wrenched her back but kept her from striking +the river bottom. Brushing wet hair from her eyes, +she began to stroke. Her shoes were heavy as lead and +impeded her.</p> +<p>The force of Penny’s dive had carried her many +feet from shore into deep water, and the river current +swept her farther away from the docks. Weighted +down by the shoes, she knew she did not have sufficient +strength to swim to shore with them on.</p> +<p>Burying her face in the water, she doubled up, and +groping down, untied them, one at a time.</p> +<p>“Those were good shoes,” she thought with regret +as she kicked them off and saw them settle into the +river.</p> +<p>Penny struck out with smooth crawl strokes for the +nearby pier. Her skirt kept wrapping itself about her +legs. Unwilling to discard it, she tucked it high about +her waist which made swimming much easier.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_155">[155]</div> +<p>Reaching the pier, she was pulling herself out onto +it, when Ma Harper and the two men came running +out of the house to intercept her.</p> +<p>“Oh! Oh!” thought Penny. “It’s not going to be as +easy as I assumed.”</p> +<p>Joe ran out on the pier, while Ma and the other man +separated, one starting upstream and the other down. +No matter which way she turned, Penny saw that her +escape would be cut off.</p> +<p>The river was wide, the current swift. Although +an excellent swimmer, she had no desire to attempt +such a contest of endurance. But there seemed no +other way.</p> +<p>Deliberately pushing off from the pier, she swam +directly away from shore, After a dozen strokes she +rolled over on her back for a moment to see what was +happening. Ma Harper had shouted to Joe, and the +words carried plainly over the water.</p> +<p>“Take after her in the boat! We don’t dare let her +get away now! She knows too much!”</p> +<p>Penny had forgotten the motorboat tied up at the +pier. Now as she saw Joe and Clark Clayton run toward +it, her heart sank.</p> +<p>Though the race seemed hopeless, she flopped over +onto her face again, and swam with all her strength. +Going with the current, her feet churned the water +behind her.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_156">[156]</div> +<p>Several times, the men tried without success to start +the motorboat engine. Penny grew hopeful. Then +she heard the blast as the motor caught, and knew that +in just a minute the men would overtake her.</p> +<p>Frantically, she glanced about for help. Already +late afternoon, there were no fishing boats on the river. +Save for Ma Harper, who stood ready to seize her +should she try to swim in to the beach, no other persons +were visible on either shore. The <i>River Queen</i> +apparently was at the far end of her run, hidden beyond +the bend.</p> +<p>A hundred yards away, in shallow water, lay a large +patch of tall river grass and cat-tails. Seeing it, Penny +took new hope. The area was large enough to offer +a temporary refuge if she could reach it! Not only +would the dense mat of high grass protect her from +view, but a boat would not be able to follow.</p> +<p>Starting to swim again, she put everything she had +into each stroke. It would be pinch and go to reach +the grass patch! Aware of her intention, Sweeper Joe +and Clark Clayton had changed course, hoping to intercept +her.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_157">[157]</div> +<h2 id="c19"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">19</span> +<br /><i>FLIGHT</i></h2> +<p>The high water grass loomed up and Penny’s feet +struck a muddy bottom. With the boat almost upon +her, she plunged into the morass. The water came to +armpit level. Pushing aside the thick stalks which +wrapped themselves about her arms and body, she +waded far into the patch before she paused.</p> +<p>Hidden by the dense growth, she could not at first +see the pursuing boat. She knew, however, that it had +halted at the edge of the patch, for the motor had been +cut off.</p> +<p>And after awhile she heard voices, low spoken, but +nevertheless clear, for the slightest sound carried over +water.</p> +<p>“She’s over there somewhere in the center of the +patch!” one of the men muttered. “I could tell where +she went by the way the grass moved. Shall we let +her go?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_158">[158]</div> +<p>“No, we got to get her or she’ll tell everything she +knows to old man Gandiss and the police!” the other +answered.</p> +<p>With the motor shut off, the two men then took out +paddles, and began to force the boat through the +jungle of grass. Observing that they were coming +straight toward her, Penny noiselessly waded on, taking +every precaution not to move the stalks unnecessarily. +Noting the direction of the wind, she went +with it, hoping that any movement of the grass would +appear to be caused by the stiff breeze.</p> +<p>But she hoped in vain. For suddenly Joe the +Sweeper shouted hoarsely:</p> +<p>“There she is! Over there!” He pointed with his +paddle blade.</p> +<p>The men pushed the boat on, smashing the grass +ahead of them. In despair, Penny saw that wherever +she went she was leaving a trail of trampled, broken +grass behind her.</p> +<p>No longer trying to prevent splashes, she waded in +a wide half-circle. Then quickly she back-tracked, +this time making not a sound. Slipping into the dense +growth just beside the trail she had made, she breathlessly +waited.</p> +<p>The boat came into view. Taking a deep breath, +Penny ducked under water. Opening her eyes, she +could see the blurred, dark bottom of the craft moving +slowly toward her, so close she could have reached +out and touched it.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_159">[159]</div> +<p>Her breath began to grow short. The boat barely +seemed to move. Penny’s lungs felt as if they were +ready to burst, but still she remained under water.</p> +<p>Then the men had passed, and she dared raise her +head for an instant to gulp in air. The boat reached +the end of the trail through the grass that Penny herself +had made. There it halted, as Sweeper Joe and +his companion, realizing they had lost their quarry, debated +their next move.</p> +<p>“She was here a minute ago!” Sweeper Joe growled. +“I caught a glimpse of her clothes, and saw the grass +move. Where did she go?”</p> +<p>“She must have doubled back.”</p> +<p>With difficulty the men turned the boat around and +rowed toward Penny again. When she dared wait no +longer, she submerged again.</p> +<p>They passed her and she came up for air. A water +snake slithered through the grass, almost touching her +hand.</p> +<p>Startled, Penny leaped backwards, making an ugly, +loud splash in the water. Slight as was the sound, it +told the men where she hid. Turning in the boat, they +saw her through the grass, and bore toward her again.</p> +<p>By this time, Penny actually enjoyed the desperate +game of hide and seek, for so far, the advantage had +been hers. She stood watching the boat until it came +very close.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_160">[160]</div> +<p>Then she dived, coming up directly underneath the +craft. Getting her shoulder squarely under one side, +she raised up, and with an ease that surprised her, upset +the boat.</p> +<p>The two men went sprawling into the water. Unable +to swim, they made animal noises and clutched +desperately at the grass for support. But as their feet +found solid footing, they started furiously toward +Penny. Taking her time, and deliberately seeking +deeper water, she waded away.</p> +<p>“That will hold them for a few minutes,” she +thought gleefully. “I’ll get out of this jungle now, +and swim ashore.”</p> +<p>One more the girl’s hopes were rudely dashed. As +she reached the edge of the grass area, she was disconcerted +to see another rowboat approaching from the +direction of the Harper place. With shadows deepening +on the water, she could not at first distinguish +the man. Then she recognized Claude Harper.</p> +<p>“He must have come home, and Ma sent him here +to help capture me!” she thought. “If I swim out +now, I’ll certainly be caught.”</p> +<p>Crouching down so that her nose was just above the +water, she waited. Claude Harper rowed on, resting +upon his oars when perhaps ten yards away.</p> +<p>“Joe!” he called.</p> +<p>There was an answering shout from the center of +the grass patch.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_161">[161]</div> +<p>“That gal’s somewhere close by!” Sweeper Joe +shouted in warning. “She upset our boat. Stay where +you are, and see that she doesn’t slip past you!”</p> +<p>Thus warned, Claude Harper began to survey the +grass patch intently. He looked hard at the place +where Penny stood. She was certain he had seen her, +but after a moment, he turned slightly, and his eyes +roved on.</p> +<p>As she hesitated, not knowing what to do, Sweeper +Joe and Clark Clayton, who had bailed out their boat, +came paddling out to meet Harper. Wet and plastered +with mud, they had lost one of the paddles.</p> +<p>“If you ain’t sights!” Harper cackled upon seeing +them. He slapped his thigh in glee. “You look like a +couple o’ stupid mud turtles!”</p> +<p>“Fool!” rasped Sweeper Joe. “Don’t you have +sense enough to figure what will happen if that girl +gets away from us?”</p> +<p>“You ain’t goin’ back to no job at the Gandiss factory. +Nor Clayton neither!”</p> +<p>“It’s a lot more serious than that!” Joe snapped. He +guided the boat alongside Harper’s craft. “Why do +you think I took that job in the first place, and spent +better than two years studyin’ the Gandiss factory +layout? I lined up the employes we could get to go +along with us, got everything organized—and now +this gal has to bust up the show just as the profits begin +to roll in!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_162">[162]</div> +<p>“Better pipe down,” Harper warned curtly. “She +can hear you, and so can everyone else on the river.”</p> +<p>“What’s the difference?” Joe argued in disgust. +“We’re through. I’m gettin’ out of this town tonight!”</p> +<p>“Me with you,” added Clark Clayton. “Ever since +Gandiss put detectives on the job, I figured the game +was gettin’ too dangerous.”</p> +<p>Now it was Claude Harper who lost his temper. +“Hold on,” he said warningly. “It’s all right for you +guys to blow town, but what about me and the wife?”</p> +<p>“You can do what you please,” Joe retorted.</p> +<p>“We got your brass cached in our basement. If the +cops should find it there, we’d take the rap.”</p> +<p>“Get rid of it.”</p> +<p>“That’s a lot easier said than done. Besides, that +brass is worth a tidy sum o’ money.”</p> +<p>“Then why not sell it tonight?” Joe proposed suddenly. +“If we can get it to the junkman who has a +place across from the factory, he’ll pay us a good +price. We can complete the deal, and still get out of +town before midnight.”</p> +<p>“That’s okay for you,” Harper argued, “but Ma and +I own property here, and we got a good business.”</p> +<p>“It was your stupid wife’s stocking business that got +us into this jam!” Clark Clayton snarled.</p> +<p>“I ain’t talkin’ about that. I mean our dance hall. +We clean up about a hundred bucks every Saturday +night.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_163">[163]</div> +<p>“You should have thought about that before you +went in with us,” Joe retorted. “You knew the risks +you were taking. Anyway, this mess was your wife’s +making.”</p> +<p>A silence fell, and then Clark Clayton said: “We +ain’t gettin’ nowhere. We got to decide what we’re +goin’ to do, and we got to make sure that gal don’t get +out o’ this weed patch until we’ve arranged our escape.”</p> +<p>In whispers, the men conferred. Though Penny +strained her ears, she could not catch a single word. +However, a plan satisfactory to the three seemed to +have been formulated, for presently, the two boats +separated.</p> +<p>Sweeper Joe and Clark Clayton paddled off, heading +for the pier at the Harpers’. The other man remained +in his rowboat, unquestionably detailed to +keep watch of the grass patch and prevent the girl’s +escape.</p> +<p>To amuse himself, he began to call out to her, +though he could not see her or know where she was.</p> +<p>“You think you’re a clever one!” he taunted. “But +you jest wait! We’ll get you out o’ there, and when +we do, you ain’t goin’ to like it!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_164">[164]</div> +<p>Lest a movement of the grass or a splash betray her, +Penny remained perfectly still. Shadows deepened on +the river for night was fast coming on. Her muscles +became stiff and cramped. The wind chilled her to +the very bone, and the water which at first had not +seemed unbearably cold, made her teeth chatter and +dance. Each minute became an hour as the torture +increased.</p> +<p>“I’ll have to do something,” she thought desperately. +“I can’t endure this much longer.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_165">[165]</div> +<h2 id="c20"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">20</span> +<br /><i>A DESPERATE PLIGHT</i></h2> +<p>In the rowboat, Claude Harper slowly patrolled +the area, keeping an alert watch for the slightest movement +amid the grass. Once as a crane arose from the +dense growth into the darkening sky, he focused a +flashlight beam on the spot.</p> +<p>“He’s prepared to stay here half the night if necessary,” +Penny thought, shivering.</p> +<p>She could think of no means of escape. When it +became completely dark, she might be able to swim +away without being detected. But long exposure in +cold water had weakened her, and she was none too +certain of her ability to reach shore.</p> +<p>Her absence at the island surely must have been noticed +by this time, she reasoned. Why was not a boat +sent in search of her?</p> +<p>“I hope they don’t assume I am staying with Sally +for the night,” she worried.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_166">[166]</div> +<p>Penny’s thoughts were momentarily distracted as +she heard indistinct voices from the direction of the +Harper dock. Lights had been turned on in the house +and basement.</p> +<p>“Those men are getting rid of the stolen brass,” she +reasoned. “If they try to sell it to Heiney, they still +may be caught.”</p> +<p>Presently the motorboat moved away from the +Harper dock, its engine laboring. The craft was sunk +low in the water as if from a heavy load.</p> +<p>The boat did not turn down stream as Penny expected. +Instead, it crossed the river at right angles, +stopping in mid-stream at the deepest part of the channel. +There the engine was cut off.</p> +<p>“Now what?” thought Penny.</p> +<p>Claude Harper likewise seemed puzzled by the action, +for he turned to stare, muttering to himself.</p> +<p>Though Penny could not see what the men were +doing aboard the boat, she heard a loud splash as something +heavy was dropped overboard.</p> +<p>“The fools!” Claude Harper exclaimed. “The +fools!”</p> +<p>Another splash and still another followed. Then +the boat turned and came toward the grass patch. +Claude Harper hailed the men with an angry exclamation.</p> +<p>“You idiots! After all the risk we’ve taken, you +dump our profits in the river!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_167">[167]</div> +<p>“Keep your shirt on!” Sweeper Joe retorted. “It +was the only thing to do. Glowershick just phoned +from town.”</p> +<p>“What’d he have to report?”</p> +<p>“Nothing good. You know that junk shop where +we arranged to sell our stuff? Where the owner +offered us a higher price than any other place in +town?”</p> +<p>“Well?”</p> +<p>“He was a dick, planted there by old man Gandiss +himself. They’ve already got wind of who’s in on the +deal.”</p> +<p>“Then if we try to sell the brass anywhere else, +we’ll be pinched.”</p> +<p>“You’re catching on, Harper.”</p> +<p>“Have you dumped all the stuff in the river?”</p> +<p>“It will take two more trips at least. And there’s +the brass lantern to get rid of,” Joe added. “As soon +as the job is done, Clark and me are gettin’ out of the +city.”</p> +<p>“What are Ma and me gonna do?” Harper whined. +“We’ve got property here.”</p> +<p>“That’s up to you,” Joe snapped. “If it wasn’t for +the gal you’d be safe enough. Seen anything of her?”</p> +<p>“Nary a sign.”</p> +<p>“She may have slipped away under water. The gal +swims like an eel.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_168">[168]</div> +<p>“I don’t think she got away. I been watchin’ like a +hawk.”</p> +<p>“She’s sure to spill everything, and she’s seen +plenty,” Joe muttered. “Even though the cops don’t +find any evidence, they could make it plenty tough +for you and the missus.”</p> +<p>“We got to leave town,” Harper admitted. “After +takin’ all this risk and bein’ all set to cash in big, it’s +a dirty break. It ain’t fair.”</p> +<p>“Squawkin’ won’t do no good,” Joe said shortly. +“The question is, what are we goin’ to do about the +gal?”</p> +<p>“We got to make sure she won’t carry no tales until +we’re safely out of town.”</p> +<p>“Then we’ll have to flush her out of this bird nest,” +Joe decided. “There’s a way we can do it.”</p> +<p>The manner in which she was to be caught, soon became +apparent to Penny. Systematically, the men +began to flatten all of the grass with their paddles and +oars. Foot by foot, she retreated. Their strategy was +discouragingly clear. The flattened grass no longer +offered protection. Soon it all would be level with +the water, and she would have no screen.</p> +<p>So cold that her limbs were nearly paralyzed, Penny +considered giving herself up. In any case, the outcome +would be the same. The only other recourse +was to scream for help, and hope that someone along +the shore would hear her and investigate.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_169">[169]</div> +<p>With only the Harper house close by, the prospect +that anyone would come to her aid was practically nil.</p> +<p>Angered at not finding the girl, Harper and his companions +swung their paddles viciously. Penny retreated +further, still reluctant to abandon freedom.</p> +<p>Then far downstream, she saw the <i>River Queen</i>, +recognizing it by the pattern its lights made above the +water. The ferry had finished its passenger run, and +now apparently was coming upstream to anchor for +the night.</p> +<p>As Penny watched the boat, she took new hope. If +only she could signal Captain Barker or Sally! Unless +the ferry changed course, it was almost certain to pass +the grass patch. However, with the water shallow +there, it would give the area a wide berth.</p> +<p>“Even if I shouted for help, no one aboard would +hear me,” she reasoned. “But I’ll have to try something! +I’m finished if I stay here.”</p> +<p>Straight up the river came the <i>Queen</i>. Penny could +see a man in the lighted pilot house, but no one was +visible on the decks. The ferry was traveling at a +rapid speed.</p> +<p>Penny decided to wait no longer. Creeping to the +very edge of the grass, she ducked under water, and +started to swim. Her strength had gone even more +than she realized. Arms and legs were so stiff they +barely could press against the water as she stroked. +A few feet and she was forced to come to the surface.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_170">[170]</div> +<p>“There she is!” shouted Sweeper Joe. Bringing the +boat around, he started directly for her.</p> +<p>Penny swam with all the power at her command, +stroking deep and fast. Not daring to look back, she +could hear the dip of Sweeper Joe’s oars.</p> +<p>Straight toward the deepest part of the channel, +she propelled herself. Her crawl strokes were jerky, +but they carried her along. And she had calculated +well. Aided by the current, she would intercept the +path of the oncoming <i>River Queen</i>.</p> +<p>From the water, the ferryboat looked like an immense +monster as it steamed majestically up the river. +Not wishing to attract attention to himself or his +companions, Joe shipped his oars and temporarily gave +up the chase. But he remained close by, watching +alertly. Should the ferryboat fail to see or pick up +Penny, he would be after her upon the instant.</p> +<p><a href="#front">Treading water, the girl shouted for help</a> +and waved an arm. Her voice was weak even to her own ears, +and could not possibly carry to the pilot house of the +<i>Queen</i>. Would her frantic signals be seen? The +night was dark, and she was not yet in the arc of the +vessel’s lights.</p> +<p>Penny swam a few more strokes, then treaded water +again, and signaled frantically. The <i>River Queen</i> +did not slacken speed.</p> +<p>“They haven’t seen me!” she thought desperately. +“It’s useless.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_171">[171]</div> +<p>Now a new danger presented itself. The <i>Queen</i> +had swerved slightly so that Penny was directly in +its path. Still she had not been seen. Looming up in +gigantic proportions above her, the ferry threatened +to run her down.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_172">[172]</div> +<h2 id="c21"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">21</span> +<br /><i>RESCUE</i></h2> +<p>Fearful that she would be killed, Penny +screamed and waved. Straight on steamed the <i>River +Queen</i>, so close now that she could see Sally Barker +on the starboard deck. But the girl was gazing away +from her, toward Sweeper Joe and the other drifting +boat.</p> +<p>“Help! Help!” screamed Penny in one last desperate +attempt to save herself.</p> +<p>Her cry carried, for she saw Sally whirl around and +stare intently at the dark water ahead. Then she +shouted an order to her father. There came a clanging +of bells, and the <i>Queen</i> swerved to port, missing +Penny by a scant ten feet.</p> +<p>Great waves engulfed her, and she fought to keep +above the surface. Her strength was practically gone. +She rolled over on her back, gasping for breath.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_173">[173]</div> +<p>Then she saw that the <i>Queen</i> had greatly reduced +speed and was turning back on her course. A lifeboat +also was being lowered.</p> +<p>“They’re going to pick me up!” Penny thought, +nearly overcome by relief.</p> +<p>The next minute Sally and a sailor were pulling her +into the boat.</p> +<p>“Why, it’s Penny! And she’s half drowned!” she +heard her friend exclaim.</p> +<p>Then she knew no more.</p> +<p>When she opened her eyes, Penny found herself in +a warm, comfortable bed. Sally stood beside her with +a cup of steaming hot soup.</p> +<p>“You’re coming around fine,” she praised. “Drink +this! Then you’ll feel better.”</p> +<p>Penny pulled herself up on an elbow and took a +swallow of the soup. It was good and warmed her +chilled body. She gulped the cupful down.</p> +<p>“Sally—”</p> +<p>“Better not try to talk too much now,” Sally advised +kindly. “How did you get into the water?”</p> +<p>The question aroused Penny, bringing back a flood +of memories. She suddenly realized that she was in +Sally’s cabin on the <i>River Queen</i> and the ferry was +moving.</p> +<p>“Where are we?” she asked.</p> +<p>“You’re safe,” Sally said soothingly. “You were +swimming in the river. We nearly ran you down. +Lucky I saw you just in time and we picked you up.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_174">[174]</div> +<p>“Yes, I know,” Penny agreed. “But <i>where</i> are we? +Near the Harpers?”</p> +<p>“Oh, no, we passed their place long ago. We’re far +upriver.”</p> +<p>Penny struggled up, swinging her feet out of the +bunk. She saw then that she was wearing a pair of +Sally’s pajamas, and that her own wet garments hung +over a chair.</p> +<p>“We must turn back!” she cried. “Tell Captain +Barker, please! Oh, it’s vitally important, Sally!”</p> +<p>Sally was maddeningly deliberate.</p> +<p>“Now don’t get excited, Penny,” she advised. +“Everything will be all right.”</p> +<p>Penny resisted as Sally tried to push her back into +bed. “You don’t understand!” she protested. +“Sweeper Joe, Claude Harper, and Clark Clayton are +expecting to make their get-away tonight. They’re +the ones who have been stealing brass from the +Gandiss factory. It’s all cached in the basement of the +Harper house—or was unless they’ve dumped it.”</p> +<p>“Penny, are you straight in your head? You know +what you’re saying?”</p> +<p>“I certainly do! I went there this afternoon. When +I learned too much, they tried to hold me prisoner. +I escaped by the river—hid in the grass patch. But +they followed me there, and were about to get me, +when the <i>River Queen</i> steamed by.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_175">[175]</div> +<p>“I did see two small boats there. Just before you +shouted I wondered what they would be doing at +this time of night.”</p> +<p>“Sweeper Joe and Clark Clayton have been dumping +the stolen brass! Unless police stop them before +they dispose of it all, not a scrap of evidence will be +left! All those men expect to leave town tonight!”</p> +<p>“Thank heavens, we have a ship-to-shore radio telephone!” +Sally cried, thoroughly aroused. “I’ll have +Pop call the police right away!”</p> +<p>She bolted out the cabin door.</p> +<p>Every muscle and joint in Penny’s body ached, but +there was no time to think of her misery. Her own +clothes could not be put on. Searching in Sally’s +wardrobe, she found a sweater and a skirt, and undergarments +she needed. By the time her friend returned, +she was dressed.</p> +<p>“Penny, you shouldn’t have gotten up!” Sally protested +quickly.</p> +<p>“I can’t afford to miss the excitement,” Penny +grinned. “Hope you don’t mind lending me some +of your clothes.”</p> +<p>“Of course not, and if you must stay up, you’ll need +a pair of shoes.” Sally found a pair of sandals, which +although too large, would serve. After Penny had +put them on, she said: “Let’s go to the pilot house, +because I want you to tell Pop exactly what happened.”</p> +<p>“Did you notify police?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_176">[176]</div> +<p>“Pop sent the message. It may take a little while, +but police should be at the Harpers’ almost anytime +now.”</p> +<p>“Those men saw me taken aboard this boat,” Penny +worried. “I’m afraid they’ll get away before the +police arrive.”</p> +<p>The girls climbed to the pilot house where Captain +Barker had just turned the wheel over to a helmsman. +All members of the crew remained aboard, for with +the <i>Queen</i> late on her run, there had been no opportunity +as yet to put the men ashore.</p> +<p>“We may need all our hands tonight,” Captain Barker +predicted. “No telling what may develop. I have +one of those feelings.”</p> +<p>“Now Pop!” reproved Sally. “The last time you +made a remark like that, we smashed a rudder. Remember?”</p> +<p>“Aye, I remember all too well,” he rejoined grimly.</p> +<p>Urged by Sally, Penny related everything that had +happened at the Harpers’, and told of her endurance +contest in the grass patch.</p> +<p>“We’ll head back that direction and see what’s doing,” +Captain Barker offered to satisfy her. “Maybe +we’ll catch sight of those rascals in their boats.”</p> +<p>Although the <i>Queen</i> cruised slowly near the shoal +area where Penny had encountered adventure, there +was no sign of any small boat. The ferry crept dangerously +close to the grass patch.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_177">[177]</div> +<p>“Watch ’er like a cat!” Captain Barker warned the +helmsman. “Cramp her! Cramp her!”</p> +<p>When the man did not react speedily enough, he +seized the wheel and helped spin it hard down. The +<i>Queen</i> responded readily, moving into deeper waters.</p> +<p>Satisfied that there were no small boats in the vicinity, +Captain Barker, headed upstream toward the +Harpers’. Across the water, lights were to be seen +on both floors of the two-story river house, but so +far as could be discerned, no boats were tied up at +the pier or docks.</p> +<p>“The place isn’t deserted, that’s certain,” Penny declared, +peering into the wall of darkness. “How long +should it take the police to get there?”</p> +<p>“If the radio message we sent was properly transmitted, +they should be on their way now,” the captain +replied.</p> +<p>Sally, impatient for action, was all for taking a crew +and descending upon the house and its occupants. +Puffing thoughtfully at his pipe, her father considered +the proposal, but shook his head.</p> +<p>“We have no authority to make a search,” he +pointed out. “Any such action would make us liable +for court action. Just be patient and you’ll see fireworks.”</p> +<p>Knowing that to stand by near the Harpers’ pier +would warn the house occupants they were being +watched, Captain Barker ordered the <i>Queen</i> to turn +downriver toward the main freight and passenger +docks.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_178">[178]</div> +<p>An excursion boat, the <i>Florence</i>, passed them, her +railings lined with women and children who had enjoyed +an all-day outing and were returning home. +The steamer tied up at the Ninth Street dock and began +to disgorge passengers.</p> +<p>Then it happened. Penny saw a sudden flash of +flame which seemed to come from the hold of the excursion +ship. The next instant fire shot from the +portholes and began to spread.</p> +<p>Captain Barker gave a hoarse shout which sent a +chill down her spine.</p> +<p>“The <i>Florence</i>!” he exclaimed huskily. “Her oil +tanks must have exploded! She’ll go up like matchwood, +and with all those women and children aboard!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_179">[179]</div> +<h2 id="c22"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">22</span> +<br /><i>CAPTAIN BARKER’S COURAGE</i></h2> +<p>Never did a fire seem to spread so rapidly. In +less than three minutes, as those aboard the <i>River +Queen</i> watched in helpless horror, the <i>Florence</i> became +a mass of flames from stem to stern. Terrified +passengers jammed the gangplank as they tried to +crowd ashore. Some of them leaped from the excursion +boat’s high railings to the dock below.</p> +<p>“Her mooring lines are ablaze!” Captain Barker +shouted a moment later.</p> +<p>“And the freight sheds are catching afire,” Penny +added, observing a telltale line of flame starting from +the flimsy wooden buildings along the wharf, directly +back of the dock where the <i>Florence</i> had moored.</p> +<p>The blazing sheds worried Captain Barker far less +than the fact that the mooring lines had caught fire. +If the <i>Florence</i> should be cut loose from the dock, +helpless women and children would be carried out +onto the river in a flaming inferno.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_180">[180]</div> +<p>“Why don’t the fire boats get here!” Sally murmured +nervously. “Oh, this is going to be a dreadful +disaster if something isn’t done to save those helpless +people!”</p> +<p>At the bridge leading to the pilot house, Captain +Barker stood tensely watching, his hand on the signal +ropes.</p> +<p>“There go the mooring lines!” he shouted. “The +current should bring her this way!”</p> +<p>As the <i>Florence</i> slowly drifted away from the blazing +wharf, men and women began to leap over the +railings into the dark waters.</p> +<p>“Man the lifeboats!” Captain Barker ordered his +crew tersely. “I’m going to try to get a tow line on +’er!” He signaled the engine room, and the <i>River +Queen</i> began to back rapidly toward the flaming excursion +boat.</p> +<p>Penny and Sally ran to help launch the lifeboats. +With the <i>River Queen</i> desperately short handed, they +would be needed to handle oars. A fireman, an engineer, +Captain Barker and a helmsman must remain at +their posts, which left only three sailors to pick up +passengers.</p> +<p>Leaping into the first boat launched, the girls rowed +into the path of the blazing vessel. In its bright glow +against the sky, they could see panic-stricken passengers +running about the decks. An increasing number +were leaping into the water, and many could not +swim.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_181">[181]</div> +<p>Ignoring the cries of those who had life belts or +were swimming strongly, they rapidly picked up survivors. +To pull children aboard was a comparatively +easy task. But many of the women were heavy, and +the combined strength of the girls barely was sufficient +to get them into the boat without upsetting.</p> +<p>Finally the lifeboat was filled beyond capacity, and +they turned to land their cargo aboard the <i>Queen</i>. +Only then did they see what Captain Barker intended +to do.</p> +<p>His men had succeeded in making a line fast to the +<i>Florence’s</i> stern. By this time the excursion boat was +a flaming inferno, with only a few passengers, the +captain, and crew remaining aboard.</p> +<p>“Pop’s going to tow the <i>Florence</i> downstream away +from the freight sheds!” Sally cried. “Some of those +buildings are filled with war materials awaiting shipment—coal, +oil and I don’t know what all! If a fire +once gets going there, nothing will stop it!”</p> +<p>Working feverishly, the girls unloaded their passengers +and went back for more. Motorboats had set +out from shore, and they too aided in the rescue work. +Some of the survivors were taken to land, and others +were put aboard the <i>Queen</i>.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_182">[182]</div> +<p>Aided by a sailor they had picked up, the girls +worked until they no longer could see bobbing heads +in the swirling waters.</p> +<p>“We’ve done all we can,” Sally gasped, as they +helped the last of the passengers aboard the <i>Queen</i>. +“The captain and most of his men will stay on the +<i>Florence</i> as long as they are able.”</p> +<p>Though exhausted by their work, the girls did what +they could for those aboard. Sally distributed all the +blankets she could find, and Penny helped a sailor +revive two women who were unconscious from having +swallowed too much water.</p> +<p>Suddenly there came a loud report like the crack +of a pistol.</p> +<p>The tow line to the <i>Florence</i> had parted! Once +more the excursion boat, now a roaring furnace, was +adrift in mid-stream.</p> +<p>In an instant it was apparent to Penny what would +happen. The cross-current was strong, and in a +minute or two would carry the burning vessel into +the wharves and sheds. When the boat struck, flying +sparks would ignite the dry wood for a considerable +distance, and soon the entire waterfront would be +ablaze.</p> +<p>Though outwardly calm, Captain Barker was beset +as he appraised the situation. It would not be possible +to get another tow line onto the <i>Florence</i> for already +her decks had become untenable for the crew. The +blazing vessel was drifting rapidly.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_183">[183]</div> +<p>“We could ram her,” he muttered. “She might be +nosed out into the channel again, and headed away +from the freight docks.”</p> +<p>“Wouldn’t that be dangerous?” Sally asked anxiously. +“We have at least fifty passengers aboard. In +this high wind, the <i>Queen</i> would be almost certain to +catch fire.”</p> +<p>“There’s nothing else to do,” Captain Barker decided +grimly, signaling the engine room. “The <i>Florence</i> +is drifting fast, and before the fire boats can get +here, half the waterfront will be ablaze. Have the +passengers wet down the decks and stand by with +buckets!”</p> +<p>Penny and Sally worked feverishly carrying out +orders. The deck hose was attached, and buckets +were brought from below and filled with water. All +survivors who were able to help, cooperated to the +fullest extent, helping wet down the decks and assisting +women and children to the stern of the ferryboat.</p> +<p>Captain Barker had given an order for the <i>Queen</i> +to move full speed ahead.</p> +<p>In a moment the two boats made jarring contact. +Penny was thrown from her feet. Scrambling up, she +saw that blazing timbers from the <i>Florence</i> had +crashed directly onto the <i>River Queen’s</i> deck. Sparks +were falling everywhere. The ferryboat had caught +fire in a dozen places.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_184">[184]</div> +<p>Seizing a bucket of water, she doused out the flames +nearest her. Heat from the <i>Florence</i> was intense, and +many of the men who had volunteered to help, began +to retreat.</p> +<p>Penny and Sally stuck at their post, knowing that +the lives of all depended upon extinguishing the flames +quickly. Crew members of the <i>Florence</i> worked beside +them with quiet, determined efficiency.</p> +<p>In the midst of the excitement, the final boatload +of picked-up survivors had to be taken aboard. Captain +Jamison, one of the last to leave the <i>Florence</i>, +collapsed as he reached the deck. Severely burned, +he was carried below to receive first-aid treatment.</p> +<p>Undaunted, Captain Barker shouted terse orders, +goading the men to greater activity when the flames +showed signs of getting beyond control. After the +first contact with the Florence, only occasional sparks +ignited the <i>Queen’s</i> decks, but the heat was terrific. +Women and children became hysterical, fearful that +the ferryboat would become a flaming torch.</p> +<p>“The worst is over now,” Sally sighed as she and +Penny refilled water buckets. “Pop knows what he’s +doing. He’s saved the waterfront.”</p> +<p>“But this ferryboat?”</p> +<p>“It still may go up in smoke, but I don’t think so,” +Sally replied calmly. “Pop is heading so that the +wind will carry the flames away from us. He’ll beach +the <i>Florence</i> on Horseshoe Shoal and let the wreck +burn to the water’s edge.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_185">[185]</div> +<p>For the next fifteen minutes, there was no lessening +of worry aboard the <i>River Queen</i>. The ferryboat +clung grimly to the blazing excursion boat, losing contact +at times, then picking her up again, and pushing +on toward the shoal.</p> +<p>Fire fighting activities aboard the ferryboat became +better organized; the passengers, observing that Captain +Barker knew what he was about, became calm +and easily managed. By the time fire boats arrived to +spray the <i>Florence</i> with streams of pressured water, +the situation was well in hand.</p> +<p>Collapsing on the deck from sheer exhaustion, +Penny and Sally gazed toward the warehouses and +docks on the opposite shore. Only one fire of any +size was visible there.</p> +<p>“The fire boats will quickly put it out,” Sally said +confidently. “But I hate to think what would have +happened if the wind and current had driven the +<i>Florence</i> along those wharves.”</p> +<p>Penny wiped her cheek and saw that her hand was +covered with black soot. Sally too was a sight. She +had ripped the hem from her skirt, her hair was an +untidy mess, everything about her was pungent with +smoke.</p> +<p>“Where were we when all this excitement started?” +Penny asked presently. “If my memory serves me +correctly, we had sent out a police call for Claude +Harper and his pals to be arrested. It all seems vague +in my mind, as if it occurred a million years ago.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_186">[186]</div> +<p>“Why, I had forgotten too!” Sally gasped. “I hope +the police went there and caught those men before +they made a get-away.”</p> +<p>Scrambling to their feet, the girls moved to the starboard +side of the <i>Queen</i>, which permitted a view of +the Harper house far upriver. They were startled and +dismayed to see tongues of flame shooting from a +window.</p> +<p>“That place has caught on fire too!” Sally exclaimed, +then corrected herself. “But sparks from the +<i>Florence</i> never could have been carried so far!”</p> +<p>“The house has been set afire on purpose!” Penny +cried. “Oh, Sally, don’t you see? It’s a trick to +destroy all the evidence hidden there! The Harpers +intend to skip town tonight, and they’re taking advantage +of this fire to make it appear that destruction +of the house is accidental!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_187">[187]</div> +<h2 id="c23"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">23</span> +<br /><i>FIRE!</i></h2> +<p>Sick at heart, the two girls realized with the Harper +house aflame, their last chance of proving the guilt +of the brass thieves might be gone. As they stood at +the railing of the <i>Queen</i>, gloomily watching the +spreading, creeping line of fire, a motorboat chugged +up.</p> +<p>“Ahoy!” shouted a familiar voice. “Can you take +aboard three more survivors? They’re the very last +we can find on the river.”</p> +<p>“It’s Jack!” Penny cried, recognizing his voice +though unable to see his face in the dark. “After we +get the passengers aboard, perhaps he’ll take us upriver +to the Harpers!”</p> +<p>The girls ran to help with the new arrivals, but +sailors already had lifted them from the boat and +carried them aboard the <i>Queen</i>.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_188">[188]</div> +<p>“This is my last load,” Jack called out. “Nearly +everyone was saved. Coast Guard boats are patrolling now, +and if there are other survivors, they’ll be +taken ashore.”</p> +<p>“Jack!” Penny called down to him.</p> +<p>“That you, Penny?” he demanded in astonishment. +“Why didn’t you come back to Shadow Island this +afternoon? We’ve all been worried about you!”</p> +<p>“It’s a long story, and there’s no time to tell it now! +Jack, will you take us to the Harpers’ in your motorboat?”</p> +<p>“Now?”</p> +<p>“Yes, the house is on fire.”</p> +<p>Helping the girls into the boat, Jack turned to gaze +upstream. “That’s strange!” he exclaimed. “How +could sparks from the <i>Florence</i> have carried so far?”</p> +<p>“The answer is, they didn’t,” Penny said grimly. +“The house was set afire on purpose. Just get us to +the pier as quickly as you can.”</p> +<p>Somewhere along the shore a big city clock struck +the hour of midnight. The young people did not +notice. As the boat raced over the water, bouncing +as it struck each high wave, they discussed what had +happened just prior to the outbreak of fire aboard the +<i>Florence</i>.</p> +<p>“I know part of the stolen brass was dumped into +the river by Sweeper Joe,” Penny revealed excitedly. +“The remainder was locked in the basement of the +Harper house the last I knew. And I’m satisfied the +brass lantern taken from the <i>Queen</i> by Adam Glowershick +is among the loot. All the thieves expect to skip +town tonight. Probably they’re gone by this time.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_189">[189]</div> +<p>Beaching the boat some distance from the burning +house, the three young people ran up the slope. Firemen +had not yet reached the scene, and the few persons +who had gathered, were watching the flames but +making no effort to battle them.</p> +<p>“It’s a hopeless proposition,” Jack commented. +“This far from the city, there’s no water pressure. +The house will burn to the ground.”</p> +<p>“And all the evidence with it,” Penny added gloomily. +“What miserable luck!”</p> +<p>No boats were tied up at the dock, nor was there +any sign of the Harpers or their friends in the crowd. +Obviously, the entire party had fled.</p> +<p>“Isn’t there some place where we can telephone the +police?” Penny suggested impatiently. “If they act +quickly, these men still may be caught. They can’t +be very far away.”</p> +<p>“The nearest house is up the beach about an eighth +of a mile,” Jack informed. “Maybe we can telephone +from there.”</p> +<p>“You two go,” Sally said casually. “I want to stay +here.”</p> +<p>At the moment, Jack and Penny, intent only upon +their mission, thought nothing about the remark. Following +the paved road which made walking easy, they +hastened as fast as they could.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_190">[190]</div> +<p>“Jack,” Penny said, puffing to keep pace with him. +“There’s something I want to ask you.”</p> +<p>“Shoot!”</p> +<p>“Why have you felt so friendly toward that crook, +Glowershick?”</p> +<p>Jack’s eyebrows jerked upward and he gave a snort +of disgust. “Whatever gave you that crazy idea?”</p> +<p>“Well, he came to the island, and you borrowed +money from me to give him—”</p> +<p>“So you recognized him that day?”</p> +<p>“Yes,” Penny answered quietly. “You tried to hide +his identity, so I said nothing more. I kept thinking +you would explain.”</p> +<p>“I’m prepared to pay you what I owe, Penny.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Jack, it’s not the money. Don’t you understand—”</p> +<p>“You think I’ve had a finger in lifting the brass +lantern from the <i>Queen</i>,” Jack said stiffly.</p> +<p>“Gracious, no! But shouldn’t you explain?”</p> +<p>Jack was silent for a moment. Then he said, +“Thanks, Penny, for having a little faith in me. I +know I’ve been an awful sap.”</p> +<p>“Suppose you tell me all about it.”</p> +<p>“There’s nothing to tell. I went to the Harpers a +number of times—attended their dances, and spent a +lot of money. I got into debt to that fellow Glowershick +and he pressed me for it.”</p> +<p>“There was nothing more to it?”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_191">[191]</div> +<p>“Not a thing, except that I didn’t want my folks +to hear about it. That’s why I pretended I didn’t +know Glowershick. I was afraid you would tell them. +Don’t you believe me?”</p> +<p>“Oh, I do, Jack. I’m so relieved. And the jitterbug +girl at Harpers’—”</p> +<p>“Oh, <i>her</i>!” Jack said scornfully. “She was a stupid +thing, and I don’t see how I stood her silly chatter. +Most of the money I borrowed from Glowershick was +spent on her. As I’ve said, I was a complete chump.”</p> +<p>Reaching a house some distance back from the river, +they found the owner at home, and were given permission +to telephone the police. Jack was promised +by an inspector that all police cruisers would be +ordered to watch for the escaped brass thieves. Railroad +terminals, bus depots and all roads leading from +the city would be guarded.</p> +<p>“Watch the riverfront too,” Jack urged. “The +men may have gone by boat to Tate’s Beach, intending +to catch a train from there.”</p> +<p>Satisfied they had done everything possible, Penny +and Jack hastened back to the Harpers’. The sky +was tinted pink and flames now shot from the roof of +the house. A large crowd had gathered, and there was +excited talk and gesturing.</p> +<p>“Something’s wrong!” Penny observed anxiously.</p> +<p>Pushing through the crowd, they sought vainly to +find Sally.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_192">[192]</div> +<p>A woman was talking excitedly, pointed toward +the flaming building.</p> +<p>“I tell you, I saw a girl run in there only a few +minutes ago!” she insisted. “And she didn’t come +out! She must be in there now!”</p> +<p>The words shocked Penny and Jack as the same +thought came to them. Could it be that reckless Sally +had ventured into the basement of the house, hoping +to recover the brass lantern or other evidence which +would incriminate the thieves?</p> +<p>“She acted funny when we left her here,” Penny +whispered in horror. “Oh, Jack! If she’s inside the +building—”</p> +<p>Pushing through the crowd, she grasped the arm of +the woman who was talking. “Who was the girl? +What was she wearing?” she demanded tensely.</p> +<p>“A blue sweater,” the woman recalled. “Her hair +was flying wild and her face was streaked with dirt as +if she’d already been in the fire. I thought maybe +she lived here.”</p> +<p>“It was Sally,” Penny murmured, her heart sinking +to her shoe tops. “Why hasn’t someone brought her +out?”</p> +<p>“No human being could get into that house now,” +declared a man who stood close by. “The firemen +aren’t here yet. Anyway, we ain’t sure there’s anyone +inside.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_193">[193]</div> +<p>“I saw the girl run in, I tell you!” the woman insisted.</p> +<p>To debate over such a vital matter infuriated Penny +and Jack. Sally was nowhere in the crowd and they +were convinced she had entered the blazing building. +Flames were blowing from some of the lower windows +and smoke was dense. It was obvious that no +man present was willing to risk his life to ascertain if +the girl were inside.</p> +<p>“She must have tried to reach the basement!” Penny +cried. “Oh, Jack, we’ve got to bring her out!”</p> +<p>Nodding grimly, Jack stripped off his coat. Throwing +it over his head as a shield, he darted into the +burning building. Penny, close at his heels, had no +protection.</p> +<p>Inside the house, smoke was so black they could not +see three feet ahead. Choking, gasping for breath, +they groped their way through the living room to the +kitchen. Penny jerked open the door leading into +the cellar.</p> +<p>Flames roared into her face. The entire basement +was an inferno of heat. No human being could descend +the stairs and return. If Sally were below, she +was beyond help.</p> +<p>Closing the door, Penny staggered backwards. Her +head was spinning and she could not get her breath.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_194">[194]</div> +<p>“It’s no use!” Jack shouted in her ear. “We’ve got +to get out of here! The walls or floor may collapse.”</p> +<p>Clutching Penny’s arm, he pulled her along. In the +black smoke swirling about them, they missed the +kitchen door.</p> +<p>Frantically, they crept along a scorching hot wall, +seeking to find an exit.</p> +<p>Then Penny stumbled over an object on the floor +and fell. As she tried to get up, her hand touched +something soft and yielding. A body lay sprawled +in a heap beside her on the floor.</p> +<p>“It’s Sally!” she cried. “Oh, Jack, help me get her +up!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_195">[195]</div> +<h2 id="c24"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">24</span> +<br /><i>DREDGING THE RIVER</i></h2> +<p>Sally moaned softly but did not stir as Penny +tried to pull her to a sitting position. The heat now +was almost unbearably intense, with flying brands +dropping everywhere. But near the floor, the air was +better, and Penny drew it in by deep gulps.</p> +<p>Jack’s groping hand encountered the sink. Soaking +his coat with water from one of the taps, he gave +it to Penny to protect her head and shoulders.</p> +<p>“Help me get Sally onto my back in a Fireman’s +carry,” he gasped. “We can make it.”</p> +<p>The confidence in Jack’s voice gave Penny new +courage and strength. As he knelt down on the floor, +she dragged Sally onto his back. Holding the inert +body high on his shoulders, he staggered across the +kitchen.</p> +<p>Penny guided him to the door. Flames had eaten +into the living room, and a small portion of the floor +had fallen through. To reach the exit was impossible.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_196">[196]</div> +<p>“A window!” Jack directed.</p> +<p>Penny could see none, so dense was the smoke, but +she remembered how the room had been laid out, and +pulled Jack to an outer wall. Her exploring hand +encountered a window sill, but she could not get the +sash up.</p> +<p>In desperation, she kicked out the glass. A rush +of cool, sweet air struck her face. Filling her lungs, +she turned to help Jack with his burden. Before she +could grasp him, he sagged slowly to the floor.</p> +<p>Thrusting her head through the broken window, +Penny shouted for help.</p> +<p>Willing hands lifted her to safety, and two men +climbed through the window to bring out Jack and +Sally. Both were carried some distance from the +blazing building to an automobile where they were +revived.</p> +<p>However, Sally was in need of medical attention. +Hair and eyebrows had been singed half away, and +more serious, her hands and arms were severely +burned. Jack and Penny rode with her to the hospital +when the ambulance finally came.</p> +<p>Not until hours later, after Captain Barker had been +summoned, did Sally know anyone. Heavily bandaged, +with her father, Jack, and Penny at her bedside, +she opened her eyes and gave them a half-hearted grin.</p> +<p>“The <i>Florence</i>?” she whispered.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_197">[197]</div> +<p>“Safely beached on a shoal,” Captain Barker assured +her tenderly. “There’s nothing to worry about. All +the passengers have been taken to hospitals or to their +homes. A preliminary check has shown only one +man lost, an engineer who was trapped at his post +when the explosion occurred aboard the <i>Florence</i>.”</p> +<p>“Pop, you were marvelous,” Sally whispered. “You +saved the waterfront.”</p> +<p>“And nearly lost a daughter. Sally, why did you +try to get into that burning building?”</p> +<p>Sally drew a deep, tired sigh.</p> +<p>“Never mind,” said Penny kindly. “We know +why you went in—it was to find the brass lantern.”</p> +<p>Sally nodded. “When I got to the basement, flames +were shooting up everywhere,” she recalled with a +shudder. “I realized then that I couldn’t possibly find +the lantern or anything else. I tried to get back, but +smoke was everywhere. That was the last I remembered.”</p> +<p>“It was Jack who saved you,” Penny said, but he +cut in to insist that the credit belonged to her rather +than to him.</p> +<p>In the midst of a good-natured argument over the +subject, a nurse came to say that Penny and Jack +both were wanted on the telephone.</p> +<p>“The police department calling,” she explained.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_198">[198]</div> +<p>They were down the hall in a flash to take the call. +Captain Brown of the city police force informed them +they were wanted immediately at police headquarters +to identify Sweeper Joe, the Harpers, and Clark Clayton +who had been arrested at the railroad station. +Adam Glowershick also had been taken into custody.</p> +<p>At headquarters fifteen minutes later, the young +people found Mr. Gandiss, Penny’s father, and Heiney +Growski already there. Questioned by police, the +young people revealed everything they knew about +the case.</p> +<p>“We can hold these men for a while,” Chief Bailey +promised Mr. Gandiss, “but to make charges stick, +we’ll have to have more evidence.”</p> +<p>Penny had told of the cache of brass in the Harper +basement, and also of seeing Sweeper Joe and Clark +Clayton dump much of the loot in the river. She was +assured that the ruins of the house would be searched +in the morning and that a dredge would be assigned to +try to locate the brass which had been thrown overboard +into the deepest part of the channel.</p> +<p>Heiney Growski produced records he had kept, +showing a list of Gandiss factory employes known to +be implicated in the plot.</p> +<p>“Most of the persons involved are new employes +who smuggled small pieces of brass out of the factory +and turned them over to Sweeper Joe for pin money,” +he revealed. “The leaders are Joe, Clayton, and Glowershick. +With them behind bars, the ring will dissolve.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_199">[199]</div> +<p>“There’s one thing I want to know,” Penny declared +feelingly. “Who planted the brass in Sally’s +locker while she was working at the factory?”</p> +<p>No one could answer the question at the moment, +but the following day, after police had repeatedly +questioned the prisoners, the entire story became +known. Sweeper Joe, the real instigator of the plot, +had slipped into the locker room himself, and had +placed the incriminating piece of evidence in Sally’s +locker, using a master key. He had disliked her because +several times she had resented his attempts to +become friendly.</p> +<p>Although police had obtained signed confessions, +tangible evidence also was needed, for as Chief Bailey +pointed out to Mr. Gandiss, the men might repudiate +their statements when they appeared in court. Accordingly, +police squads were sent to the Harpers’ to +search the ashes for evidence, and also to the river to +supervise dredging operations.</p> +<p>Throughout the day, between trips to the hospital +to see Sally, Jack and Penny watched the dredge boat +make its trips back and forth over the area where the +loot had been dropped.</p> +<p>“I hope I wasn’t mistaken in the location,” Penny +remarked anxiously as the vessel made repeated excursions +without success. “After all, the night was dark, +and I had no way of taking accurate bearings.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_200">[200]</div> +<p>Across the river and barely visible, the blackened, +smoking skeleton of the <i>Florence</i> lay stranded on a +sandbar. Throughout the night, a fireboat had steadily +pumped water into the burning vessel, but even so, +fires had not been entirely extinguished.</p> +<p>Morning papers had carried the encouraging information +that there was only one known casualty as +a result of the disaster. That many lives had not been +lost was credited entirely to the courageous action of +Captain Barker.</p> +<p>Becoming weary of watching the monotonous +dredging operations, Jack and Penny joined a throng +of curious bystanders at the Harper property. Police +had taken complete charge and were raking the smoldering +ruins.</p> +<p>“Find anything?” Jack asked a policeman he knew.</p> +<p>The man pointed to a small heap of charred metal +which had been taken from the basement. There +were many pieces of brass, but the missing lantern was +not to be found in the pile.</p> +<p>However, from a member of the arson squad, they +learned that enough evidence had been found to prove +conclusively that the fire had been started with gasoline.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_201">[201]</div> +<p>“Ma Harper spilled the whole story,” one of the +policemen related. “She and her husband were fairly +straight until they became mixed up with Sweeper +Joe, who has a police record of long standing. Ma +had a black market business in silk stockings that +didn’t amount to much. So far as we’ve been able to +learn, she and a taxi driver whom we’ve caught, were +the only ones involved. Her husband and the other +men considered the stocking racket small potatoes for +them.”</p> +<p>After talking with the policemen for awhile, the +young people wandered down to the river’s edge to +see how dredging operations progressed.</p> +<p>“They’re hauling something out of the water now!” +Jack exclaimed. “By George! It looks like brass +to me!”</p> +<p>Finding a boat tied up at the dock, they borrowed +it and rowed rapidly out to the dredge. There they +saw that some of the metal which Sweeper Joe had +dumped, had indeed been recovered.</p> +<p>Prodding in the muddy pile in the bottom of the +dredge net, Penny uttered a little scream of joy. “The +brass lantern is here, Jack! What wonderful luck!”</p> +<p>Seizing the slime-covered object, she washed it in +the river. “Let’s take it straight to Sally at the hospital!” +she urged.</p> +<p>Because the lantern would be important evidence +in the case against Glowershick, police aboard the +dredge were unwilling for it to be removed. However, +the young people carried the news to Sally.</p> +<p>“Oh, I’m so glad the lantern has been recovered!” +she cried happily. “Jack, you’ll win it in the race +Friday.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_202">[202]</div> +<p>Jack and Penny exchanged a quick, stricken glance. +Temporarily, they had forgotten the race and all it +meant to Sally. With her hands bandaged from painful +burns, she never would be able to compete.</p> +<p>“We’ll postpone the race,” Jack said gruffly. “It +would be no competition if we held it without you.”</p> +<p>“Nonsense,” replied Sally. “It will be weeks before +I can use my hands well, so it would be stupid to +postpone the race that long. Fortunately, the doctor +says I may leave the hospital tomorrow, and I’ll not +be scarred.”</p> +<p>“If you can’t race, I won’t either,” declared Jack +stubbornly.</p> +<p>“Jack, you must!” Agitated, Sally raised herself +on an elbow. “I’d feel dreadful if you didn’t compete. +The race has meant everything to you.”</p> +<p>“Not any more. Winning doesn’t seem important +now. I’ll not sail in the race unless the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> is +entered, and that’s final!”</p> +<p>“Oh, Jack, you’re such an old mule!” Sally tossed +her head impatiently on the pillow. Then she grinned. +“If my <i>Cat</i> is in the race, you’ll sail?”</p> +<p>“Sure,” he agreed, suspecting no trick.</p> +<p>Sally laughed gleefully. “Then it’s settled! Penny +will represent me in the race!”</p> +<p>“I’ll do what?” demanded Penny.</p> +<p>“You’ll skipper the boat in my stead!”</p> +<p>“But I lack experience.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_203">[203]</div> +<p>“You’ll win the trophy easily,” chuckled Sally. +“Why, the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> is by far the fastest boat on the +river.”</p> +<p>“Says who?” demanded Jack, but without his old +fire.</p> +<p>“But I couldn’t race alone,” said Penny, decidedly +worried. “Sally, would you be able to ride along as +adviser and captain bold?”</p> +<p>“I certainly would jump at the chance if the doctor +would give permission. Oh, Penny, if only he +would!”</p> +<p>“The race isn’t until Friday,” Jack said encouragingly. +“You can make it, Sally.”</p> +<p>The girl pulled herself to a sitting posture, staring +at her bandaged hands.</p> +<p>“Yes, I can,” she agreed with quiet finality. “Why, +I feel better already. Even if I have to be carried to +the dock in a wheel chair, I’ll be in that race!”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_204">[204]</div> +<h2 id="c25"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span> +<br /><span class="large">25</span> +<br /><i>THE RACE</i></h2> +<p>A mid-afternoon sun beat down upon the +wharves as a group of sailboats tacked slowly toward +the starting line for the annual Hat Island trophy +race. The shores were lined with spectators, and +from the clubhouse where a band played, music carried +over the water.</p> +<p>At the tiller of the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>, Penny, in white blouse +and slacks, hair bound tightly to keep it from blowing, +sat nervous and tense. Sally, lounging on a cushion +in the bow, seemed thoroughly relaxed. Though +her arms remained in bandages, otherwise she had +completely recovered from her unpleasant experience.</p> +<p>“Isn’t the wind dying?” Penny asked anxiously. +“Oh, Sally, I was hoping we’d have a good stiff breeze +for the race! Handicapped as we are—”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_205">[205]</div> +<p>“We’re not handicapped,” Sally corrected. “Of +course, I can’t handle the ropes or do much to help, +but we have a wonderful boat that will prove more +than a match for Jack’s <i>Spindrift</i>.”</p> +<p>“You’re only saying that to give me confidence.”</p> +<p>“No, I’m not,” Sally denied, turning to study the +group of racing boats. “We’ll win the trophy! Just +wait and see.”</p> +<p>“If we do, it will be because of your brain and my +brawn,” Penny chuckled. “I’ll admit I’m scared silly. +I never was in an important race before.”</p> +<p>Conversation ceased, for the boats now were bunching +close to the starting line, maneuvering for position. +Jack drifted by in the <i>Spindrift</i>, raising his hand in +friendly greeting. As he passed, he actually glanced +anxiously toward Sally, as if worried lest the girl overtax +herself.</p> +<p>“I hope he doesn’t try to throw the race just to be +gallant,” Penny thought. “But I don’t believe he will, +for then the victory would be a hollow one.”</p> +<p>The change apparent in Jack so amazed Penny that +she had to pinch herself to realize it was true. Since +the night of the fire, he had visited Sally every day. +In a brief span of hours, he had grown from a selfish, +arrogant youth into a steady, dependable man. And +it now was evident to everyone that he liked Sally in +more than a friendly way.</p> +<p>“Better come about now, Penny,” Sally broke in +upon her thoughts. “Head for the starting line. The +signal should be given any minute now.”</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_206">[206]</div> +<p>The boats started in a close, tight group. Jack was +over the line first, but with <i>Cat’s Paw</i> directly behind.</p> +<p>In the first leg of the race, the two boats kept fairly +even, with the others lagging. As the initial marker +was rounded, there was a noticeable fall-off in the +wind.</p> +<p>“It’s going to be a drifting race,” Sally confirmed, +raising troubled eyes to the wrinkled sail. “We’re +barely drawing now and Jack’s boat has the edge in a +calm.”</p> +<p>The <i>Spindrift</i> skimmed merrily along, now in the +lead by many yards. Though Penny held the tiller +delicately, taking advantage of every breath of wind, +the distance between the two boats rapidly increased.</p> +<p>“We’re out of it,” she sighed. “We can’t hope to +overtake Jack now.”</p> +<p>Sally nodded gloomily. Shading her eyes against +the glare of the sun, she gazed across the river, studying +the triangular course. Far off-shore, well beyond +the line the <i>Spindrift</i> and their own boat was taking, +the surface of the water appeared rippled. Ahead of +them there was only a smooth surface.</p> +<p>“Penny,” she said quietly. “I believe there’s more +breeze out there.”</p> +<p>Penny nodded and headed the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> on the +longer course out into the river. To many spectators +ashore it appeared that the girls deliberately had abandoned +the race, but aboard the <i>River Queen</i>, Captain +Barker grinned proudly at his guests, Mr. Parker, and +Mr. and Mrs. Gandiss.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_207">[207]</div> +<p>“Those gals are using their heads!” he praised. +“Well, Mr. Gandiss, it looks as if the Barkers will keep +the trophy another year!”</p> +<p>“The race isn’t over yet,” Mr. Gandiss rumbled +goodnaturedly.</p> +<p>Aboard the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>, Penny and Sally were none +too jubilant. Although sails curved with wind and +they were footing much faster than the other boats, +the course they had chosen would force them to sail +a much longer distance. Could they cross the finish +line ahead of the <i>Spindrift</i>?</p> +<p>“Shouldn’t we turn now?” Penny asked impatiently. +“Jack’s so much closer than we.”</p> +<p>“Not yet,” Sally said calmly. “We must make it +in one long tack. He will be forced to make several. +That’s our only chance. If we misjudge the distance, +we’re sunk.”</p> +<p>Tensely, they watched the moving line of boats +close along shore. The <i>Spindrift</i> seemed almost at the +finish line, though her sails barely were drawing and +she moved through the water at a snail’s pace.</p> +<p>Again Penny glanced anxiously at her companion.</p> +<p>“Now!” Sally gave the signal.</p> +<p>Instantly Penny swung the <i>Cat’s Paw</i> onto the +homeward tack. Every inch of her sails drawing, she +swept toward the finish line.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_208">[208]</div> +<p>“We’re so much farther away than the <i>Spindrift</i>,” +Penny groaned, crouching low so that her body would +not deflect the wind. “Oh, Sally, will we make it?”</p> +<p>“Can’t tell yet. It will be nip and tuck. But if we +can keep this breeze—”</p> +<p>The wind held, and the <i>Cat’s Paw</i>, sailing to windward +of the finish line, moved along faster and faster. +On the other hand, the <i>Spindrift</i> was forced to make +several short tacks, losing distance each time. The +boats drew even.</p> +<p>Suddenly Sally relaxed, and slumped down on the +cushions.</p> +<p>“Just hold the old girl steady on her course,” she +grinned. “That brass lantern is the same as ours!”</p> +<p>“Then we’ll win?”</p> +<p>“We can’t lose now unless some disaster should +overtake us.”</p> +<p>Even as Sally spoke, boat whistles began to toot. +Sailing experts nodded their heads in a pleased way, +for it was a race to their liking.</p> +<p>A minute later, sweeping in like a house afire, the +<i>Cat’s Paw</i> crossed the finish line well in advance of the +<i>Spindrift</i>. Jack’s boat placed second with other craft +far behind.</p> +<p>Friendly hands assisted the girls ashore where they +were spirited away to the clubhouse for rest and refreshments. +As everyone crowded about to congratulate +them upon victory, Jack joined the throng.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_209">[209]</div> +<p>“It was a dandy race,” he said with sincerity. “I +tried hard to win, but you outsmarted me.”</p> +<p>“Why, Jack!” teased Sally. “Imagine admitting a +thing like that!”</p> +<p>“Now don’t try to rub it in,” he pleaded. “I know +I’ve been an awful heel. You probably won’t believe +me, but I’m sorry about the way I acted—”</p> +<p>“For goodness sakes, don’t apologize,” Sally cut him +short. “I enjoyed every one of those squabbles we +had. I hope we have a lot more of them.”</p> +<p>“We probably will,” Jack warned, “because I expect +to be underfoot quite a bit of the time.”</p> +<p>Later in the afternoon, the brass lantern which had +been turned over to the club by the police, was formally +presented to Sally. She was warned however, +that the trophy would have to be returned later for +use in court as evidence against Adam Glowershick.</p> +<p>The nicest surprise of all was yet to come. Captain +Barker was requested by a committee chairman to +kindly step forward into full view of the spectators.</p> +<p>“Now what’s this?” he rumbled, edging away.</p> +<p>But he could not escape. Speaking into a loudspeaker, +the committee chairman informed the captain +and delighted spectators, that in appreciation of what +he had done to save the waterfront, a thousand dollar +purse had been raised. Mr. Gandiss, whose factory +certainly would have faced destruction had wharves +caught fire, had contributed half the sum himself.</p> +<div class="pb" id="Page_210">[210]</div> +<p>“Why, beaching the <i>Florence</i> was nothing,” the +captain protested, deeply embarrassed. “I can repair +the damage done to the <i>Queen</i> with less than a hundred +dollars.”</p> +<p>“The money is yours, and you must keep it,” he +was told. “You must have a use for it.”</p> +<p>“I have that,” Captain Barker admitted, winking at +his daughter. “There’s a certain young lady of my +acquaintance who has been hankerin’ to go away to +college.”</p> +<p>“Oh, Pop.” Sally’s eyes danced. “How wonderful! +I know where I want to go too!”</p> +<p>“So you’ve been studying the school catalogues?” +her father teased.</p> +<p>Sally shook her head. Reaching for Penny’s hand, +she drew her close.</p> +<p>“I don’t need a catalogue,” she laughed. “I only +know I’m scheduled for the same place Penny selects! +She’s been my good luck star, and I’ll set my future +course by her!”</p> +<h2>Transcriber’s Notes</h2> +<ul> +<li>Replaced the list of books in the series by the complete list, +as in the final book, “The Cry at Midnight”.</li> +<li>Silently corrected a handful of palpable typos.</li> +</ul> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Guilt of the Brass Thieves, by Mildred A. 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