“Oh, yes, now if ye was a mind to find out about her, it wouldn’t be so hard.”
“How?”
“We hain’t gone fur into the swamp yet. I could let ye out here on the bank and ye could slip back afoot to the bend in the channel.”
“Where I’d be able to watch the house!”
“Ye got the idea, Penelope. All the while, I would keep goin’ on in the boat until the sound o’ the motor jest naturally died out. Then I could row back here and pick ye up agin.”
“Mrs. Jones, you’re the one who has a head on your shoulders!” Penny cried. “Let’s do it!”
The widow brought the skiff alongside the bank, steadying it as the girl stepped ashore.
“Ye got a watch?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Then I’ll meet ye right here in ’bout three-quarters of an hour. I kin keep track o’ the time by lookin’ at the sun.”