Penny paused to catch her breath. With Jerry and her father still supporting her, she turned to face the restless sea. The patrol boat had slipped away into the darkness. Far up shore, unmindful that her faithless master had gone, the bright beacon from the lighthouse swept the water at regular intervals. Nothing seemed changed.

“Curtain going down on one of the best adventures of my life,” Penny said softly. “Who cares that the Riverview Star missed the story? Why, this was an A-1 scoop for Uncle Sam!”

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