The following night, shortly after six-thirty, Penny and Mr. Parker presented themselves at the Orphans’ Camp site. They had brought a basket of food, coffee, and a generous supply of cigarettes.
“What time did Davis promise to meet you?” Mr. Parker asked impatiently.
“He should be here now,” Penny returned. “I can’t imagine why he’s late.”
Another half hour elapsed, and still the fugitive did not appear. Mr. Parker paced restlessly beside the picnic table, becoming increasingly impatient.
“He’s probably waiting until after dark,” Penny declared optimistically.
Another hour elapsed. The shadows deepened and a chill wind blew from the river. Hungry mosquitoes kept Mr. Parker more than occupied as he sought to protect himself.
“Well, I’ve had enough of this!” he announced at last. “The man isn’t coming.”
“Oh, Dad, let’s wait just a little longer,” Penny coaxed. “I’m sure he meant to keep his promise.”
“Perhaps he did, although I’m inclined to think otherwise. At any rate, I am going home!”
Penny had no choice but to follow her father to the car. She could not understand Clem Davis’ failure to appear unless he had feared that he would be placed under arrest. While it was quite possible that the man might come to the picnic grounds the following night, she was afraid she would never see him again.