Old Noah did as ordered.
“Hello, the ark!” shouted a voice which Penny thought belonged to Jerry Livingston. “Are you alone there, Noah?”
“Tell him yes,” prodded the saboteur. “Say that you are just going to bed.”
“But my son, that would be a base falsehood,” Noah argued. “I have no intention of retiring—”
Penny, quick to divine that Breneham’s attention was diverted, rushed to another window. In a shrill voice she screamed for help.
Breneham sprang toward Penny, intending to fell her with a blow. Louise began to shout. Realizing that he had been betrayed, Breneham jerked open the door and leaped from the high deck into the stream.
“Get him! Get him!” shouted Penny to the group of men on shore.
Breneham swam a few feet and then waded toward the far side of the stream.
“Oh, he’s going to get away!” Louise murmured, watching anxiously from a porthole.
As the saboteur scrambled up the bank, two men rose from their hiding places in the tall bushes and grasped him by the arms.