"But just think what's in store for us," Betty reminded her cheerily. "We need a good appetite to eat up all this lunch."
"Well, I don't know," Grace grumbled back. "It seems to me I had a good enough appetite for two lunches, each twice as big as this, when we started."
"Heavens!" cried Frank Haley, who was walking in front with Mollie, "I see my chances of a square meal dwindling."
"I'm beginning to agree with Grace," grinned Roy Anderson, "that we made a big mistake in not taking the car."
"Oh, you're all just lazy," was Mollie's accusation. "We haven't been walking more than an hour and there's the spot, just around that turn in the road."
"Say," and Will, who had not yet spoken, turned suddenly to Betty, "isn't this the road where the accident happened that introduced that nice little old woman—what's her name—"
"Mrs. Sanderson," Betty supplied.
"Yes, that's it. Isn't this about the place where you found her?"
"Goodness, no," put in Amy. "It was on this road, but we were miles out of town."
"Will, I'd love you all the rest of my life if you'd only find that motorcyclist and have him punished," said Betty fervently. "It makes me wild when I think how easily he got away from us—"