“If anything should develop, it’s apt to be serious business,” Jerry warned. “I’m inclined to think that we tipped our hand and nothing will happen.”
An hour elapsed. During that time there was no sound save the roar of the restless sea. The warm sand made a comfortable couch, and despite her best intentions, Penny caught herself dozing. She had all she could do to keep awake.
“What time is it now?” she presently asked.
“Two thirty-five,” Jerry answered. “It doesn’t look as if there’s to be any activity, but then the night’s young.”
“The night may be, but I’m not,” Mr. Parker grumbled, shifting into a more comfortable position. “Wonder when our relief is to show up?”
“Must be some mix up on orders. We’re probably stuck here for the night.”
“In that case, Penny should return to the hotel.”
“Oh, no. Dad! Anyway, if I left now I might attract the attention of anyone watching this place.”
“You thought that one up!” her father chuckled. “Except for ourselves, there’s no person within a quarter of a mile of this place.”
“You’re wrong about that,” murmured Jerry, stiffening to alert attention.