e dryly, "except to suggest that you wait until
Betty gets through. I imagine she hadn't said all she wanted to on the
subject."

"Hadn't you, Betty?" queried Amy, a trifle disconcerted and looking back
at Betty over her shoulder.

"We-ll," said Betty slowly, "I never say a thing can't be done until it's
tried--"

"There!" Grace exclaimed, but Betty interrupted her.

"But," she said hastily, "I think it might be just as well to try the less
spectacular method first. Don't you?"

Both Amy and Grace heaved a great sigh of disappointment.

"For one beautiful moment," said Grace plaintively, "I dared to hope that
you were with us, Betty."

"Goodness, I am!" exclaimed the latter, wilfully misunderstanding. "With
you to the death, if need be. But look," she added as they turned a
corner, "Methinks we have pretty nearly reached the scene of our
activity."

"Methinks it's pretty nearly time," groaned Grace.

"I tell you what we'll do," suggested Betty, as they crowded eagerly about
her. "It will save time, and, I think, be the easiest way. We'll each one
take an entire street, visit as many of the houses as possible within an
hour, and at the end of that time we'll meet here again and each make her
report."

The others agreed to this, and they separated, each determined to find as
many boarding places as possible for those relatives and friends who
wished to be near their soldier boys.

At the end of the hour they met again, looking a little warm and tired,
but immensely triumphant.

Grace was wildly excited.

"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 h