Jo Ann heard the amused note in the guard’s voice as he answered, “There won’t be any smuggling going on this early in the evening.”
“But it’s pitch dark,” Miss Prudence put in.
“And terribly scary,” added Florence, grabbing Jo Ann by the arm. “Come on.”
Even though Jo Ann was reluctant to leave this fascinating spot, she too felt more comfortable when they climbed back up the bank and out on the lighted sidewalk again. Her thoughts centered once more on the mystery man whose work kept his life endangered by smugglers.
“I hope he breaks up that gang of smugglers without losing his life,” she told herself.
After they had said good-by to the coast guard, they went to the nearest hotel.
“The first thing we’ve got to do now,” Jo Ann said while they were being whisked up in the elevator, “is to phone Lucile and tell her we’re here.”
“She’ll be sure to invite us to her house to dinner tonight,” put in Peggy, her eyes shining with anticipation.
“Won’t it be nice to be together again?” added Florence.
As soon as Jo Ann had succeeded in getting Lucile on the telephone, Peggy and Florence listened eagerly to the one-sided conversation and tried to guess the other side.