“I wouldn’t kiss such a dunce,” she said. “But I’ll tell you what my pal and I did yesterday afternoon. There’s a crazy man named Saul Bagley in this village and he escaped from his home and wandered away three days ago and there was a reward of a hundred dollars offered by his cousins where he lives to anybody that would find him. And we two girls traced him to Dale’s Corners and he was telling everybody there that Charlie Chaplin gave him a million dollars and the Boy Scouts got it away from him. And last night Miss Ella Bagley gave us a check for one hundred dollars. So _there_, Mr. Smarty.” CHAPTER XIII IT IS TO LAUGH Dub and Sandy and Pee-wee and I all just stared at each other. “Did--didn’t his--Mr. Bagley--didn’t his father leave him a lot of money and everything in a will?” the kid blurted out. The girl said, “Oh goodness me, no. He’s been telling everybody that for years. Oh he’s perfectly harmless, only he wanders off.” I said, “Will you please excuse me while I drop dead? We met him over at Bagley’s Green and he told us his father got killed in Beaver Chasm and that his last will got lost there.” “That’s just like him,” the girl said. “His father did lose his life there but there wasn’t any _will_. Oh goodness me, did he tell you that?” “Haven’t we been hunting for the will?” Sandy blurted right out. The girl just looked at us and then, _goodnight_, she started laughing. Boy, I never saw anybody laugh so hard. She said, “Oh it’s just too _excruciating_!” “You think you’re big using hard words,” the kid said. “What do we care about wills? Do you say robbers aren’t more important than wills? If you saw what I saw last night you wouldn’t be standing there laughing like a--like a hyena. _A regular robber’s den._” The girl said, “Well, if that’s what you saw you’d better run and tell the police. But I bet all you saw was the camp of the moving picture people who have a regular robber’s cave over in the chasm and they’re making part of a picture there. We’ve been over there three or four times to watch them. And, oh I think you’re just too funny for _anything_!” Oh boy, I wish you could have seen Pee-wee! He just stared at her. She said, “Don’t tell me it was a little rush-covered lean-to that you saw! Why that’s the place where the kidnapped child is taken to--and kept there by the robbers. Mr. Hartley, he’s one of the robbers, and he’s a perfectly lovely man. He comes up here to town lots and lots.” “I guess he was here last night,” I said. Even still, Pee-wee just stared. I said, “Well there’s only one thing for us to do now and that is to rescue that child from the moving picture robbers. Anyway I feel the need of an ice cream cone to keep me from laughing to death.” Even after we started away the girl was sitting there on the porch steps laughing at us. I was glad when we got around the corner. Pee-wee didn’t say a single word.