“Two strikes out,” I said. “There goes the will, also the robbers. I blame it all to Pee-wee’s windmeter. Those were the two most thrilling adventures I ever didn’t have. But anyway I’ve got a new idea----” “If it’s crazy we’re not going to do it,” the kid shouted. “I don’t blame you,” I said. “Don’t ever mention the word crazy to me again. And the next time you wake me up at five o’clock in the morning I’ll kill you. What are we going to do now?” “One thing, we’re not going to make any solemn pledge,” the kid said. Sandy said, “The more we don’t make, the better I’ll like it. Anyway we can camp in the chasm to-night, can’t we? I say let’s go back and get acquainted with those movie people.” Dub said, “Sure, maybe we can get them to take pictures of us hunting for old man Bagley’s will.” “Well, anyway,” I said, “there’s one thing that’s real and that’s ice cream cones. What do you say we go and get some and then start back?” Dub said, “Let’s not bother.” “Do you call ice cream cones a bother?” the kid shouted. “Maybe they’re a bother, but I don’t mind a little bother,” Sandy said. “If I was coaxed I might even eat two.” “I don’t believe we’ll find any stores open yet,” Dub said. “I can eat seven even without being coaxed,” Pee-wee said. “You have to coax him to stop,” I told Sandy. I had to laugh, we started out to hunt for a lost will, then we got started after a reward for finding some bandits, and there we were in Bagley Center on the trail of ice cream cones. I said to them, “This is just the kind of a hike I like, it’s full of adventures that we don’t have--it’s safe and insane.” The kid said, “That’s a good name for it. Why don’t you call it _Roy Blakeley’s Safe and Insane Hike_?” “Wait till it’s finished,” I said. “Now if we could only save somebody’s life and then find that it wasn’t anybody after all.” “Every hike you have you get crazier,” Pee-wee said. “Life, liberty and the pursuit of snappiness,” I told him. “The most interesting things you do are the things you don’t do, I’ll leave it to Sandy. You take adventures; you don’t know what to do with them after you get them. If you could keep them it would be all right. I should worry about having adventures. _I’m_ out for fun, that’s what I’m out for. Now you take young Scout Harris. It’s different with him.” “I’ve got some sense,” Pee-wee said. “Do you mean to tell me that place didn’t look like a robber’s den?” “I don’t know, I never saw a robber’s den,” I told him. “But if there was a robber’s den it would look like that, wouldn’t it?” he shouted at me. “Didn’t we get all excited? Wasn’t that an adventure? It’s better than a lot of nonsense like you usually have in your crazy hike stories.”