“You not only tried, you did!” chuckled Jerry. “Mrs. Deline struck you on the head with something—maybe a rock—and you went down for the count. About that time, some of the Army boys arrived. Mrs. Deline and her crowd tried to make a get-away, but the boat couldn’t be launched.”
“Then what happened?” Penny demanded as Jerry paused for breath.
“The two members of the sub crew tried to swim. They were picked up by a patrol boat that had been drawn to the locality by the gun fire.”
“And Mrs. Deline?”
“She and her pal Emory, together with the escaped flier, struck off across the sand dunes.”
“They didn’t get away?”
“Not on your life. They reached the road and there found a nice reception awaiting them! Right now the three are lodged at Headquarters.”
Penny took a deep breath. Her head was throbbing but she scarcely felt the pain.
“What about Jim McCoy at the lighthouse?” she inquired.
“He was taken into custody earlier in the evening. A portable broadcasting outfit was found on the premises.”