“You certainly have your family well trained,” Louise sighed. “I wish I knew how you get by with it.”
The car toured through Riverview and presently arrived at the entrance of the Dorset Tourist Camp. An attendant stopped the girls, but allowed them to drive on when he learned that they did not wish to make reservations for a cabin. Penny drew up not far from where the Breen trailer was parked.
“A light is still burning there,” Louise observed. “We’ll have to be careful if we don’t want to be seen.”
As Penny lifted the heavy basket from the rear compartment of the automobile, she noticed another car standing not far away. It looked somewhat familiar and in studying it more intently she noted the license plate.
“Why, it’s that same Texas car!” she exclaimed. “Those men must still be here.”
“What car? What men?”
“Oh, this evening two strangers inquired the way to this tourist camp,” Penny explained briefly. “They said they were looking for Ted Wiegand.”
“Friends of his?”
“I don’t know who they were or what they wanted. It struck me as odd though, that they would come from such a long distance.”
“Whoever they are, they must be at the trailer now,” Louise said after a moment. “Should we leave the basket on the doorstep or wait until they’ve gone?”