“Had any trouble?” he asked the old man.
“Everything’s been going okay. I’ll be glad to pull out o’ here though.”
The waiter made a reply which the girls could not hear. Entering the cabin, the men closed the door behind them.
“Who was that old man the waiter met?” Louise asked curiously. “Did you know him, Penny?”
“I couldn’t see his face. He stood in the shadow of the door. His voice sounded familiar though.”
“I thought so, too. What do you suppose those men are up to anyway?”
“Nothing good,” Penny responded grimly.
The girls huddled together at the edge of the clearing, uncertain what to do. If a light had been put on inside the shack it did not show from where they stood.
“Why not go for the police?” Louise proposed hopefully.
“I have a hunch those men may not stay here long. By the time we could bring help, the place might be deserted. Besides, we haven’t a scrap of real evidence against them.”