"No funny business," he snarled. "Get out!"
Betty was about to obey when she had a brilliant thought. Her pepper
gun! She had bought it the day before from the son of her father's
chauffeur, thinking it was an undesirable plaything for a
nine-year-old boy and had put it, as the most convenient place, in her
car. And the pepper gun was filled-- as it should have been-- with
good red cayenne pepper!
CHAPTER XII
SHEEP!
For a moment Betty hesitated, almost afraid of what she was going to
do. The pepper gun might work, but if she were not quick enough or
clever enough, her little trick might also result in a tragedy.
Her hesitation was only momentary, however, for Betty was a born
fighter. Suddenly she cried out as if in joyful greeting to an
unexpected arrival.
"Here they come! here they come!" she called, and in the moment that
their captor turned his startled eyes from her to the road ahead,
Betty acted.
She snatched the pepper gun from its hiding place in the car and as
the man once more turned furiously upon her let him have the full
contents directly in the face.
Pages:
83
84
85
86
87
88
89
90
91
92
93
94
95
96
97
98
99
100
101
102
103
104
105
106
107