“Jerry, I can’t help feeling he’s hiding either in the swamp or somewhere close by,” Penny interposed eagerly. “At least something queer is going on out there.”
“That’s what Salt thinks. We were out there last night.”
“In the swamp?” Penny asked, caught by surprise.
“Not in it, but near the Hawkins’ place.”
“What did you learn, Jerry?”
“Frankly, nothing. You remember that swamp road where you and Salt saw the truck?”
“Yes, of course.”
“We watched there for quite awhile around midnight.”
“Did you see the truck stop there again?”
“No, but we thought we saw a couple of men at the edge of the swamp—apparently waiting for someone. We tried to sneak up close, but I’m afraid we gave ourselves away. Anyway, they vanished back among the trees.”