In a twinkling a long black stream of the precious stuff was piling up in a little hill in the center of the table.

Then the corners of the table cloth were caught up, turned and twisted, and the bag of powder was thrown over Betty's shoulder.
"Brave girl, so help me God, you are going to do it!" cried Col.
Zane, throwing open the door.

"I know you can.

Run as you never ran in all your life." Like an arrow sprung from a bow Betty flashed past the Colonel and out on the green.

Scarcely ten of the long hundred yards had been covered by her flying feet when a roar of angry shouts and yells warned Betty that the keen-eyed savages saw the bag of powder and now knew they had been deceived by a girl.