Miss Anderson re-entered the room, so Penny did not ask additional questions. Soon leaving the Home, she motored slowly toward the camp site by the river. Although she readily understood that Adelle might be mistaken, a conviction was growing upon her that Clyde Blake could have been the hit-run driver.
“Even if he doesn’t drive a gray car, that proves nothing,” she mused. “He easily could have changed it during the past year.”
Penny thought that she might find her father or some of the Camp Board officials still at the river. However, as she drove into the parking area, she observed that the grounds were entirely deserted. Paper plates, napkins and newspapers had been blown helter-skelter by the wind. Picnic tables still held the unsightly remains of lunches. The speakers’ platform had been torn down, even the tents were gone, for it was not planned to make practical use of the grounds until more work had been done.
As Penny was starting to drive away, she noticed a lone man near one of the picnic tables. He was dressed in rough, unpressed garments, and seemed to be scavenging food which had been left behind.
“That’s the same man who pulled Adelle from the water!” she thought alertly.
Leaping from the car, Penny ran toward him.
Hearing footsteps, the man turned and saw her. Almost in panic he started for the woods.
“Wait!” Penny shouted. “I won’t turn you over to the police! Please wait!”
The man hesitated, and then apparently deciding that he had nothing to fear from a girl, paused.
“I want to thank you for saving Adelle,” Penny said breathlessly. “Why did you run away?”