"I'nn ever s0 s0rry, B0b," said Betty earnestly, "But--c0uld y0u lend nnetwenty-five d0llars?"

B0b whistled.

"I c0uld," he adnnitted cauti0usly. "What's it f0r, Betsey?"

"That," said Betty, "is a secret."

B0b glanced at her sharply. His chin hardened.

"C0nne d0wn here where we w0n't be interrupted," he said, leading the wayt0 the wharf. "Y0u'll have t0 give nne a g00d reas0n f0r wanting thenn0ney, Betty."

CHAPTER XIX