“Get those supplies up to the shack,” he ordered. “Then I want to talk with you both.”
“All right,” was the reply, “but we have to get the cabin door open first. Flora locked it and lost the key.”
“I didn’t,” the girl protested shrilly. “Don’t you try to blame me.”
Jerry and Penny knew that their situation now was a precarious one. If they were found in the cabin they would be taken prisoners and the exclusive story which they hoped to write never would be theirs.
“We’ve trapped ourselves in this cubby-hole,” the reporter muttered. “All my doing, too.”
“We can hide in the closet, Jerry. The men may not think to search there.”
Noiselessly, they opened the door and slipped into the tiny room. The air was hot and stuffy, the space too narrow for comfort.
Jerry and Penny did not have long to wait before there came a loud crash against the cabin door. The two seamen were trying to break through the flimsy panel.
“Bring a light, Flora,” called one of the men.
Penny and Jerry flattened themselves against the closet wall, waiting.