She ran off a “P” and an “A” but even her limber body was not equal to the contortion required for an “R.” In the process of making a neat curve she suddenly lost her balance and toppled over in an ungainly heap.
“Oh, now I’ve done it!” she moaned, slowly picking herself up. “All my wonderful artistry gone for nothing. ‘Parker’ looks like a big smudge!”
A sound, suspiciously suggesting a muffled shout of laughter, reached Penny’s ears. She glanced quickly about. No one was in sight. The windows of the cabin were deserted.
“I think I’ll be getting out of here,” she decided. “If Old Whiskers should come back this wouldn’t be a healthy place to practice handwriting.”
Penny dug in her poles and glided toward the fence. In the act of rolling under the barbed wires, she suddenly froze motionless. She had heard a cry and this time there was no doubt in her mind as to the direction from which the sound had come. Her startled gaze focused upon the cabin amid the trees.
“Help! Help!” called a shrill, half muffled voice. “Come back, and let me out of my prison!”
CHAPTER
10
LOCKED IN THE CABIN
Penny hesitated, and as the call was repeated, went slowly back toward the cabin. She could see no one.
“Up here!” shouted the voice.
Glancing toward the second story windows, Penny saw a girl standing there, her face pressed to the pane.