"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.