“Jerry is in there!” Penny cried. “Thank goodness, he’s safe!”
“Open up, you lug!” ordered Salt.
A bed creaked, footsteps padded across the carpet and the door swung back. Jerry, in silk dressing gown, blinked sleepily out at them.
“What do you want?” he mumbled. “Can’t you let a fellow catch forty winks without sending out the riot squad?”
“How are you feeling, Jerry, my boy?” Salt inquired solicitously.
“Never felt better in my life, except I’m sleepy.”
“Then what made you walk out of the hospital?”
“I don’t like hospitals.”
“We ought to punch you in the nose for making us so much trouble,” Salt said affectionately. “Here we spent half the night searching the swamp for you!”
Jerry’s face crinkled into a broad grin. “The swamp! That’s good!”