“So far there’s not been much to report,” Mr. Parker replied. “But if the dam should let go—wow! Would that be a story! I’m sending my best staff photographer there to get pictures.”
Penny pricked up her ears. “Salt Sommers?” she demanded.
“Yes, the Star can’t take a chance on being scooped by another paper.”
“Speaking of chances, Lou, this is ours!” Penny cried. “Why don’t we go to Red Valley with Salt?”
“Now just a minute,” interrupted Mr. Parker. “Salt’s going there on business and he’ll have no time for any hocus-pocus. You’ll be a bother to him!”
“A bother to Salt!” Penny protested indignantly. “Why, the very idea!”
“Another thing,” Mr. Parker resumed, “Red Valley isn’t considered the safest place in the world just now. While it’s unlikely the dam will give way, still the possibility exists. If it should, the break will come without warning and there’s apt to be a heavy loss of life.”
“But not mine,” said Penny with great confidence. “Don’t forget that I won three ribbons and a medal this year. Not for being a poor swimmer either.”
“All the same, I shouldn’t be too boastful,” her father advised dryly.
“When is Salt leaving?” Penny demanded.