"So do I," Amy backed her up stoutly. "We ought to let those old motorcyclists know they can't run over poor old ladies whenever they feel like it—"
"Favorite outdoor sports," murmured Roy.
"It was the most heartless thing I ever saw," said Mollie, entering into the discussion with a will. "He never even stopped to find out what damage had been done. He might have killed her—"
"But what wouldst thee, sweet damsel?" asked Will patiently. "We can hardly go out on the broad highway and hold up every motorcyclist that comes along—"
"Well, I know what you could do," said Grace, with unusual animation. "You could take one of us along to point out the suspicious characters."
"Yes, we got a fine view of him," added Amy eagerly. "He had small eyes close together—"
"Regular villain type," murmured Frank, but Amy refused to be side-tracked.
"And goggles—"
"They all have those," interrupted Roy.
"And a tiny little mustache that looked as if it had got there by mistake."