“You know, for a minute I thought that old duffer was hinting at something,” the reporter remarked. “He acted as if it would give him real pleasure to see something happen to Mrs. Davis’ melons.”
“Oh, I didn’t take it that way,” Penny responded. “He was only waxing philosophical.”
The hour was late. Knowing that he might be wanted at the Star office, Jerry drove rather fast over the bumpy road.
As the press car sped around a bend, a man who stood leaning against a fence post, quickly retreated into the woods. His act, however, had drawn Penny’s attention.
“Stop the car, Jerry!” she cried. “There he is again!”
“Who?” demanded the reporter, slamming on brakes.
“I think it’s the same man who hid in the cornfield!” Penny exclaimed excitedly. “It must be Clem Davis!”
CHAPTER
10
IN THE MELON PATCH
“Which way did the fellow go?” Jerry demanded, bringing the car to a standstill.
“Into the woods,” Penny answered tersely.