“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.”