Penny shook her head and started toward the corn patch. Reluctantly, Louise followed, overtaking her at the edge of the field.
“Sheriff Daniels!” Penny called through cupped hands.
There was no answer, only a gentle rippling of the corn stalks some distance from them.
“Whoever the person is, he’s sneaking away,” Penny whispered. “Come on, let’s stop him!”
“Don’t be foolish—” Louise protested, but her chum had vanished into the forest of tall corn.
After a moment of indecision she, too, entered the field. By that time there was no sign of Penny, no sound to guide her. Wandering aimlessly first in one direction, then another, she soon became hopelessly lost.
“Penny!” she shouted frantically.
“Here!” called a voice not far away.
Tracing the sound, and making repeated calls, Louise finally came face to face with her chum.
“Such a commotion as you’ve been making,” chided Penny. “Not a chance to catch that fellow now!”