“Now, this is just what I am going to do,” said Clarence, who had already thought the matter over and determined upon his course of action. “I’m going to find out who those fellows are, if there is any possible way for me to do it, and I am going to say to them: ‘Look here, boys; havers!’ If they say ‘Yes,’ well and good. If they say ‘No,’ I’d like to see them get a cent out of those eighty thousand dollars. I wish it was morning. I shan’t sleep a wink to-night.” The first person he met as he entered the hall was his aunt, who seemed to be waiting for him. She asked him where he had been passing the evening, and detecting the smell of tobacco smoke, told him what he had been doing. Clarence pleaded guilty, but said that he was homesick and had the blues; and when he got that way, nothing did him so much good as a lonely walk and a cigar. But he would give up the cigar now. He would not smoke any more. After a short time spent with the family in music and conversation, the boys all went up stairs together, and Don and Bert stopped for a few minutes in their cousins’ room. Clarence thought this a good opportunity to find out some things he wanted to know, so he began questioning Don at once. “Whom do you visit with here?” said he. “Who is your nearest neighbor?” “O, we have a large circle of friends,” replied Don. “I don’t wonder you think it very lonely now; but wait until you have had a chance to make acquaintances, and then tell me what you think about it. Our nearest neighbor, as you go up the river, is Colonel Packard. He has two lively boys whom I think you will like. In fact I don’t see how you could help it, for everybody likes them. Our nearest neighbor, as you go down the river, is Godfrey Evans.” “He’s a good one,” said Bert. “We don’t have much to do with him or his family,” continued Don, “and you will know the reason why when you see them. We give David our dogs to break, because he is a first-rate hand, and we want to help him along. He’s got something in him, David has, but his father and his older brother, Dan, don’t amount to much.” “Dan!” thought Clarence, becoming highly excited at once, “I believe I am on the right track already. The man who was digging in the field called the boy that was with him ‘Dannie.’” Then believing that it might be well for him to know something about Godfrey before he sought an interview with him, he said aloud: “How far does this man Evans live from here, and what is his business?”