“We’ll have a short wait until the station wagon comes,” the unit leader told the girls. “It shouldn’t be long though.”
The group had been instructed to meet their driver at Luke’s Cafe, one of the few business establishments open after six o’clock.
Accordingly, they went in, taking tables and booths. Some of the girls ordered ice cream. Judy finished hers quickly, and then left the booth to pay her bill at the counter.
Two men were seated on stools, drinking coffee and munching hamburger sandwiches.
Judy cast an indifferent glance in their direction, and than looked again, more intently. One of the men she had never seen before, but she was certain she recognized the other.
“That’s Joe Pompilli!” she thought excitedly. “The man who was hurt in the truck accident! The same hi-jacker that the State Highway Patrol wants to nail!”
As she considered what she should do, Kathleen sauntered out of another booth. Judy signaled to her.
Once Kathleen had joined her, she informed her of her suspicion.
Kathleen studied the man that Judy pointed out. “Yes, he’s the one we helped!” she whispered. “The one who was called Joe!”
“He’s wanted by the Highway Patrol,” Judy replied grimly, her mind made up. “Kathleen, stay here and keep your eye on those two men. Don’t let them recognize you, if you can prevent it. I’m going to slip out of here and telephone!”