“Bill hasn’t the pep to be a saboteur,” Penny muttered. “There’s something wrong with this melodrama, and I’m going to find out about it right now!”
Before Louise could stop her, she arose from the underbrush to confront the dumbfounded young man.
“Bill Evans, what do you think you’re doing?” she demanded sternly.
Bill nearly dropped the gasoline can. “Why, I’m filling this tank,” he replied. “Why are you girls hiding behind that log?”
“Because we’ve been waiting to catch a motorboat thief! And you’re it!”
“Now listen here!” said Bill, setting down the gasoline can. “You can’t insult me, Miss Penny Parker! Just what do you mean by that crack?”
“This motorboat was stolen from Sara Ottman. You’re filling the tank with gasoline, so you must expect to make a get-away to parts unknown.”
“This boat belongs to Sara Ottman?” Bill demanded in amazement.
“It certainly does.”
“You’re kidding. It belongs to a Mr. Wessler.”