The ranger offered no comment. As he turned to go, he did assure Penny again that every effort would be made to capture the culprit.
“If the fellow still is in the park we’ll get him,” he declared. “Don’t you worry about that.”
With the coming of dusk a penetrating chill settled over the camp. Even the hot supper of steak and potatoes that Penny prepared failed to sufficiently warm the two tenters. They did the dishes and then, not wishing to go to bed, sought the enclosed car for heat.
“It’s starting to rain,” Mr. Parker observed as a few drops splashed against the windshield. “Looks as if we’re in for another siege of it.”
“And Louise is due tomorrow,” Penny sighed. “Unless the weather improves I’d not blame her one bit if she turns right around and starts back to Riverview.”
The rain came down steadily with a promise of continuing throughout the night. Mr. Parker read a day-old newspaper by the light in the car, grumbling because the news was so old. Presently he switched on the radio, trying without success to tune in the outlaw station which had been heard previously at the same hour.
“No luck,” he commented. “Reception must be poor tonight, or the station has changed to another time. Probably it’s shifted to a different locality too.”
“Dad, isn’t it true that the operator of that secret station is an enemy agent?” Penny asked curiously.
“It’s a possibility.”
“Why not tell me all about it?”