car perilously near the edge of the road.

"Are you sure?" added Betty, taking her eyes from the far horizon and
regarding Grace intently.

Both girls nodded vigorously.

"His head was down, of course," Amy continued, "but I'd know his face in a
minute if I saw it again. Eyes close together, long nose--"

"And a little mustache," Grace finished eagerly. "The kind Percy Falconer
used to wear and we girls called an eyebrow on his lip."

"He must have been a thing of beauty," commented Mollie.

"He had the meanest kind of face," said Amy, with a little shudder. "The
kind you wouldn't like to meet on a dark night."

"I should have judged as much from your description," said Betty dryly.
"There's one good thing about him--we ought to be able to recognize him
easily."

"You talk as though you expected to meet him again," said Amy, looking at
her curiously.

"I do," answered Betty determinedly. "Some time we're going to find that
fellow and make him pay for what he's done. Think of it!" she added,
turning upon them suddenly while her eyes flashed fire. "To run down a
helpless old woman in the road and then not even stop to find out whether
you've killed her or not! We'll find him if we have to search the country