“Two weeks probably.” Penny wriggled out of the limp dress.
“Then we’ll have time to get better acquainted. You’ll be here for the trophy race too!” Sally’s dark eyes danced and she added in a very loud voice: “You’ll be around to see Jack get licked!”
“In a pig’s eye!” called Jack through the thin partition of the cabin. “Why, that old sailboat of yours is just a mess of wormwood!”
“It was fast enough to win the brass lantern trophy!” Sally challenged, winking at Penny. In a whisper she explained: “I always get a kick out of tormenting Jack! He’s so cocky and sure of himself! It does him good to be taken down a peg.”
“Tell me about the race,” urged Penny. “It sounds interesting—especially your feud with Jack.”
“Later,” promised Sally carelessly. “Right now I want to get you something warm to drink before we dock at Osage. Here, give me those wet clothes. I’ll dry them for you, and send them to Shadow Island tomorrow.”
Rejoining Jack and Mr. Parker, the captain’s daughter conducted the party to a food bar in the passenger lounge.
“Hot Java,” she instructed the counter man. “And what will you have to go with it? Hamburgers or dogs? This is on the house.”
“Make mine a dog with plenty of mustard,” laughed Penny, enjoying the girl’s breezy slang.
“Nothing for me except coffee,” said Jack stiffly. “I’ll pay for it too.”