Her curiosity aroused, Louise waited patiently for more information. Penny plucked at a floating hyacinth plant and then added:
“I can’t quite dope it out, Lou. One of those men seemed to be asking the other to hide him, and there was talk of evading the law—also a threat to ‘get’ someone.”
“Us probably.”
“No, until you called Bones, they apparently didn’t know anyone was around. Who could those men be?”
“Crooks, I’ll bet,” Louise said grimly. “Thank goodness, we’re almost out of the swamp now. I can see the clearing ahead and a little tumbledown house and barn.”
“Not Trapper Joe’s place?” Penny asked, straightening up to look.
The skiff had swung into faster water.
“We’re not that far yet,” Louise replied as she rested on the oars a moment. “Don’t you remember—it’s a house we passed just after we rented the boat.”
“So it is. My mind is only hitting on half its cylinders today. Anyway, we’re out of the swamp. Let’s pull up and ask for a drink of cool water.”
With a sigh of relief, Louise guided the skiff to a sagging, make-shift dock close to the farmhouse.