Dub asked him how he happened to come home and he said he came home when his mother died. But even still his father kept on being mad at him, because he didn’t like to work around the farm--gee whiz, I didn’t blame him, I wouldn’t either, not after being in Africa and all places like that. But anyway, after a while old Ephraim Bagley decided he was sorry he had left him out of his will and he made a new one and took it to Catskill and got witnesses to it and everything. And that was where the cousins got left out entirely, in that will. But anyway, it didn’t do poor Mr. Saul Bagley any good. Sandy, he’s very sober like when he’s not laughing at Pee-wee and me. He’s kind of sensible like Westy Martin, only different. He asked Mr. Bagley why he didn’t think that maybe those cousins did have something to do with the way old Mr. Bagley died and something to do with the way the will disappeared, too. Mr. Bagley said because nobody except him and his father knew about the will, so why should any one want to kill him? “That’s a dandy argument,” Pee-wee said. “And it’s a dandy mystery too, because what became of the will?” “That’s the question,” Mr. Bagley said. “A will is no good just if you steal it or happen to find it,” Sandy said. “I can’t see why any one would want to get hold of it--except maybe those cousins.” All of a sudden, Mr. Bagley stopped right short where we were in the woods and he looked straight at Pee-wee and said very slow and scary like, “That--will--is--still--in--Beaver Chasm.” “Good night!” I said. “Do you want us to find it?” Pee-wee piped up. “Those are just the kinds of things we’re supposed to do, because we’re scouts and we even find lost people sometimes--you look in the newspapers and see. And I bet if that will is down there we can find it, because anyway, I know a feller that lost a licorice jaw-breaker through a cellar grating in front of a grocery store in Bridgeboro where I live and because I told him to buy an ice cream cone instead and he wouldn’t so I said I’d get it from him because Scouts have to be out for service.” “Sometimes they’re out for jaw-breakers,” Dub said. Pee-wee went right on and he said, “I went in the store and so I could get on the right side of the grocery man I bought three bananas----” “Talk about service!” Sandy said. “Yes, continue,” I said, “and be sure to stop when you get to the end. We now have two bananas and the problem is which was the other one----” “Are you going to let me tell Mr. Bagley or not?” the kid yelled at me. I said, “Mr. Bagley, you must excuse our young hero, he was born during the famine in Hiawatha and that’s why he’s always eating Indian meal. His favorite fairy tale is Beauty and the Feast. When it comes to stalking a licorice jaw-breaker----” Just then Mr. Bagley stopped and laid his hand on my shoulder and he said, “If you boys want a _real_ hunt; if you want to make _names_ for yourselves, now is your chance. And it’s no matter for joking.”