The water was not deep but the sand was wet and treacherous. Choosing a moment between breakers, Penny braved it, and to her intense relief the car rolled through without sinking down.
“It’s clear sailing now,” Jerry said as a wider strip of beach opened before them. “We’re well beyond the Point.”
Mr. Emory was walking along the shore and as the car went past, he waved his hand in a friendly way. Penny did not bother to return the salute, pretending she did not see him.
“I’m sure he knew we were in trouble and didn’t want to help,” she told Jerry. “The more I see of that man the less I like him.”
“Who is he anyhow?”
“Just a vacationer. He got Lou and me all excited yesterday with his talk about that hidden radio station.”
“How do you mean?” Jerry asked with interest.
Penny repeated the conversation, and mentioned how Mr. Emory had suggested that the old beachcomber was a mysterious character that would bear watching.
“Not old Jake Skagway?” Jerry asked, amused.
“I believe that was his name.”