“A couple o’ gallons will do us. Too durn heavy to carry.”
From the rear end of the truck, the two young men who had alighted, pulled out a large wooden container with handles.
“When do you want me to stop by again?” the truck driver called above the rumble of the motor.
“Can’t tell yet,” one of the men answered, swinging the heavy container across his shoulder. “Pappy’ll send word.”
The truck pulled away, and the two young men started down the road in the opposite direction. Not until they were a considerable distance away, did Penny speak.
“What do you make of it all, Salt?”
“It’s got me puzzled,” he admitted. “If I’d have seen the truck come out of the swamp at any other time I wouldn’t have thought much about it. But considering the way Mrs. Jones acted, some funny business seems to be going on here.”
“I’m certain one of those young men was the driver of the accident car this afternoon!”
“It did look like him.”
“They must be the Hawkins boys, Coon and Hod,” Penny went on, thinking aloud. “What were they doing in the swamp so late at night? And what are they trucking?”