She remained as she was, prone upon the ground. A revolver barked. There was a flash of fire dangerously close by. An answering bullet from the opposite direction whizzed over her head.
The three men moved cautiously up the hill. They had their quarry covered.
"Drop your gun!" came the sharp order.
The taxi driver mutely obeyed. As handcuffs were snapped over his wrists, Penny hurried forward to view her rescuers. One of the men she instantly recognized as a detective employed by her father; the other two she had never before seen.
"How did you get here?" she gasped.
"We've been trailing you all day," the investigator explained as he deftly searched his prisoner for concealed weapons. "The entire week for that matter. Your father's orders."
"You mean he's had me shadowed?" Penny demanded indignantly.
"Mr. Nichols was afraid something like this might be attempted."
"I guess it was lucky for me that I was trailed," Penny acknowledged gratefully. "Otherwise, I'd have been kidnapped."
She watched as the prisoner was led to the waiting car.