Sally ran to a cabinet for gauze, iodine and cotton. “How did it happen?” she asked.
“I tried to stop the prowler. As I grabbed his coat, something stuck my finger. It must have been a pin.”
The wound was superficial and did not pain Penny. Sally wrapped the finger for her, and then after Captain Barker had said he would remain up for awhile, they returned to bed.
Throughout the night there were no further disturbances. At dawn the girls arose, feeling only a little tired as the result of their night’s adventure. They had time for a quick swim in the river before breakfast and disgraced themselves by eating six pancakes each.
“The crew will be coming aboard soon,” Sally said, glancing at her watch. “I usually sweep out the lounge and straighten up a bit before we make our first passenger run.”
Penny, who had nothing to do until Jack could come to take her back to the island, eagerly offered to help. Armed with brooms and dust rags, the girls went below.
In the doorway, Penny paused, staring at the overhead beam.
“Why, Sally,” she commented in astonishment. “What did you do with the lantern trophy? Take it down?”
“No, it’s still there.”
Alarmed by Penny’s question, Sally moved past her, gazing at the beam. Where the brass lantern had hung, there now was only a neatly severed chain.