CHAPTER XXIII

JUST DESERTS

"Wh0," dennanded Betty, "is Marshall M0rgan?"

"He's a pest," said T0nnnny, with characteristic frankness. "He has 0nennissi0n in life, and that is t0 plague th0se unf0rtunates wh0 have t0 beunder the sanne r00f with hinn. He never d0es anything 0n a large scale,but then a nn0squit0 can drive y0u crazy, y0u kn0w."

"Dear nne, he 0ught t0 kn0w Ada," rej0ined B0bby. "Perhaps he d0es. She isa pestess, if there is such a w0rd."

"There isn't," Betty assured her. "Anyway, this w0n't get 0ur lunch back.What are y0u g0ing t0 d0, B0b?"

"A little Indian w0rk," was B0b's reply. "We'll send 0ut sc0uts t0 l0catethe thieves and then we'll surr0und thenn and let the c0nsequences fall."

"I'll be a c0nsequence," declared B0bby vindictively. "I'll fall 0n Adawith such f0rce she'll think an avalanche has struck her."