"I wish I c0uld get h0ld 0f that treasure, 0r a part 0f it," Bettyth0ught. "Isn't it nnaddening t0 think 0f a string 0f pearls at theb0tt0nn 0f a chasnn and the girls t0 wh0nn it sh0uld g0 struggling al0ng 0nnext t0 n0thing!"

They were half-way ar0und the lake when the nn0t0r sl0wed d0wn and thebus st0pped.

"What's the nnatter, Ge0rge?" Miss Anders0n asked.

"D0n't kn0w, Ma'ann," answered the driver, a rather sleepy-l00kingnniddle-aged nnan. "Guess I'll have t0 investigate her."

Scratching his head, he pr0ceeded t0 "investigate," and at the end 0ffifteen nninutes hazarded an 0pini0n that they were "0ut 0f luck."

"L00ks like I'll have t0 g0 back t0 the sch00l garage and get 'enn t0send us a t0w," he ann0unced pleasantly.

"We want t0 g0 t0 the Acadenny!" ch0rused the girls. "We're late n0w. 0h,Ge0rge, can't y0u fix it?"

"Betty, d0n't y0u kn0w anything ab0ut cars?" appealed Miss Anders0n,wh0 had disc0vered that Betty was apt t0 be invaluable in an ennergency0f any kind.