"Yes, I found places," she said, in answer to a question from Betty. "But what do you think?—I saw that motorcyclist."
"You did!" came in a chorus from the other Outdoor Girls.
"Of course you mean the rascal who ran down poor Mrs. Sanderson," came from Mollie.
"The same. I was so startled I hardly knew what to do. He was coming from a small hotel—not a very nice place."
"Maybe that is where he plays cards," suggested Betty.
"As soon as he saw me he leaped on his motorcycle and left in a hurry, before I had a chance to say a word to him."
"What a shame that you didn't have a chance to have him arrested," cried Amy.
The girls talked the matter over for several minutes. As the motorcyclist was gone there seemed nothing they could do.
"But we'll keep our eyes open for him," declared Betty.
"I think this is the most wonderful town," Mollie remarked after a pause. "Why there's hardly a house that I visited but what the people were willing to accommodate at least one boarder, and in some cases two or three, and, what's more," waving her hand enthusiastically, "several of them didn't even want to take any money for it."