Betty Gordon at Boarding School; Or, The Treasure of Indian Chasm

								


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                    Betty Gordon at Boarding School



                                  OR



                     The Treasure of Indian Chasm



                          BY ALICE B. EMERSON



                                 1921

CONTENTS



     I NEW PLANS



    II NORMA'S LETTER



   III SURPRISING BOB



    IV MORE GOOD-BYES



     V A REGULAR CROSS-PATCH



    VI FINE FEATHERS



   VII FUN AT FAIRFIELDS


VIII TOO MUCH PARTY



    IX ADJUSTER TOMMY



     X SHADYSIDE SCHOOL



    XI FIRST IMPRESSIONS



   XII THE LOST TREASURE


XIII THE MYSTERIOUS FOUR



   XIV A SATURDAY RACE



    XV NORMA MAKES REPAIRS



   XVI THE NUTTING PARTY


XVII CAUGHT IN THE STORM


XVIII LIBBIE'S SECRET



   XIX BOB'S SOLUTION



    XX THE SECOND DEGREE



   XXI DRAMATICS


XXII ANOTHER MYSTERY


XXIII JUST DESERTS


XXIV BETTY GOES COASTING



   XXV THE TREASURE

BETTY GORDON AT BOARDING SCHOOL

CHAPTER I
NEW PLANS

"Me make you velly nice apple tart. Miss Betty." The Chinese cook
flourished his rolling pin with one hand and swung his apron viciously
with the other as he held open the screen door and swept out some
imaginary flies.
Lee Chang, cook for the bunk house in the oil fields, could do several
things at one time, as he had frequently proved.
The girl, who was watching a wiry little bay horse contentedly crop grass
that grew in straggling whisps about the fence posts, looked up and
showed an even row of white teeth as she smiled.
"I don't think we're going to stay for dinner to-day," she said half
regretfully. "I know your apple tarts, Lee Chang--they are delicious."
The fat Chinaman closed the screen door and went on with his pastry
making. From time to time, as he passed from the table to the oven, he
glanced out. Betty Gordon still stood watching the horse.
"That Bob no come?" inquired Lee Chang, poking his head out of the door
again. Fast developing into a good American, his natural trait of
curiosity gave him the advantage of acquiring information blandly and
with ease.
Betty shaded her eyes with her hand. The Oklahoma sun was pitiless. Far
up the road that ran straight away from the bunk house a faint cloud of
dust was rising.
"He's coming now," said the girl confidently.
Lee Chang grunted and returned to his work, satisfied that whatever Betty
was waiting for would soon be at hand.
"Bake tart 'fore that boy goes away," the Chinaman muttered to himself,
waddling hastily to the oven, opening it, and closing the door again with
a satisfied sniff.
The cloud of dust whirled more madly, rose higher. Out from the center of
it finally emerged a raw-boned white horse that galloped with amazing
awkwardness and incredible speed. Astride him sat a slim, tanned youth
with eyes as blue as Betty Gordon's were dark.
"Got something for you!" he called, waving his arm in the motion of