“Claude Harper,” Sally revealed. “Ma Harper’s husband.”
“Wonder what Joe would be doing here?”
“That’s what I’d like to know myself,” Sally returned grimly. “Joe isn’t as stupid as he’s given credit for being. He’s crafty and mean, and being mixed up with the Harpers is no recommendation.”
While the girls watched, the boat landed. The two men tied up the craft, and removing a burlap sack which apparently was filled with something heavy, carried it into the two-story house.
“I wish we knew what they brought here,” Penny said. “Why not try to find out?”
“How?”
“Couldn’t we sneak up to the house and peek in one of the windows?”
“We might be caught.”
“True, but we’ll learn nothing more here.”
Debating a moment, the girls emerged from their hiding place. To reach the house they were compelled to cross an open stretch of beach. However, no one was to be seen outside the dwelling and their arrival appeared to attract no notice of anyone inside.