Naturally enough, no one answered his query. To add to the difficulty, nobody was certain exactly who were the winners and who were the losers before the theft had occurred. "This is disgraceful!" said Gran'pa. "We must register the names of the winners at once, or there'll be still more pilfering." "What about me?" yelled the victim of this daylight robbery. "The man who stole my bean will come forward as if he drew it." "I don't see how we can possibly prevent it," observed Gran'pa. "I insist on my name being included. Failing that, there must be another draw." "_No!_" protested the whites. "Yes! . . . Another draw!" clamored the reds, completely losing their previous sense of chivalry. "Absurd!" retaliated Gran'pa. "We can't have all this business over again through the gross carelessness of one man. Will the holders of the white beans kindly give their names at once?" They did--all together! "One at a time, please!" ordered Gran'pa, taking out paper and pencil. "And we want to see your beans, as well!" So, at last, after an arduous and exciting afternoon, we drew up a list of those who were entitled to the full fruits of rejuvenation. The task was accomplished under great difficulties, owing to the noisy behavior of the individual who had lost his bean. But Gran'pa was adamant. He refused to give way either to his pleadings or his threats. "For which of these names do you suggest I should substitute yours?" he asked quietly. It was a poser worthy of Solomon. It was unanswerable. "Now," said Gran'pa, "I should be glad if the twenty-one winners would accompany Dr. Martin to his consulting room. It is essential that the operation should take place either this evening or to-morrow. The doctor will decide which of you are composed enough to undergo the treatment now. I need hardly say that the operation is a fairly simple one, but as it will involve the administration of an anæsthetic it is best to take elementary precautions. I wish you the best of luck, a speedy recovery--and complete youth, gentlemen." They greeted his good wishes in the usual way, and then the gymnasium slowly began to empty itself. One would have thought that no further problems could possibly be presented to Gran'pa for solution. But difficulties dogged our footsteps to the end. The last man was on the point of leaving the room when he suddenly drew back, closed the door on the retiring crowd and strode over to the platform. "A few minutes ago," he explained briefly, "Colonel Wilkins offered me five thousand dollars for my interest in the glands. I've decided to close with him."