RESCUE
Fearful that she would be killed, Penny screamed and waved. Straight on steamed the River Queen, 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.
"Help! Help!" screamed Penny in one last desperate attempt to save herself.
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 Queen swerved to port, missing Penny by a scant ten feet.
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.
Then she saw that the Queen had greatly reduced speed and was turning back on her course. A lifeboat also was being lowered.
"They're going to pick me up!" Penny thought, nearly overcome by relief.
The next minute Sally and a sailor were pulling her into the boat.
"Why, it's Penny! And she's half drowned!" she heard her friend exclaim.
Then she knew no more.
When she opened her eyes, Penny found herself in a warm, comfortable bed. Sally stood beside her with a cup of steaming hot soup.
"You're coming around fine," she praised. "Drink this! Then you'll feel better."
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.
"Sally--"
"Better not try to talk too much now," Sally advised kindly. "How did you get into the water?"
The question aroused Penny, bringing back a flood of memories. She suddenly realized that she was in Sally's cabin on the River Queen and the ferry was moving.
"Where are we?" she asked.
"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."
"Yes, I know," Penny agreed. "But where are we? Near the Harpers?"
"Oh, no, we passed their place long ago. We're far upriver."
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.
"We must turn back!" she cried. "Tell Captain Barker, please! Oh, it's vitally important, Sally!"
Sally was maddeningly deliberate.
"Now don't get excited, Penny," she advised. "Everything will be all right."
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."
"Penny, are you straight in your head? You know what you're saying?"
"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 River Queen steamed by."
"I did see two small boats there. Just before you shouted I wondered what they would be doing at this time of night."
"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!"
"Thank heavens, we have a ship-to-shore radio telephone!" Sally cried, thoroughly aroused. "I'll have Pop call the police right away!"
She bolted out the cabin door.
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.
"Penny, you shouldn't have gotten up!" Sally protested quickly.
