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Emerson, Alice B., pseud.

"Betty Gordon at Boarding School The Treasure of Indian Chasm"

Here the engineer kept various plumbing tools. It was in this
room that Betty was to leave the card.
The night wind blew damp and keen, and the stars overhead seemed very far
away. Betty had no sense of fear as she began to climb, mounting slowly
and feeling for each step with her hands. The friendly dark shut in
around her and somewhere in the distance a train whistle tooted shrilly.
She knew she had reached the last step when her hands encountered wood,
and she felt about till she touched the knob of the door. It opened at
her touch and she pulled herself in over the sill.
"Now the card," she whispered, feeling in her pocket.
A gust of wind fanned her cheek and something clicked.
The door had blown shut!


CHAPTER XXI
DRAMATICS

There are pleasanter places to be at midnight than the dark room of a
strange water tower, but Betty was not frightened. She tripped over some
tool as she felt for the door and discovered that she had lost her sense
of direction completely.
"I'm all turned around," was the way she expressed it. "I must start and
go around the sides, feeling till I come to the door."
Following this plan, she did come to the door and confidently turned the
knob.


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