You see we're in trouble about this place. Sandy,
maybe you'd better tell him," and he turned to his son.
CHAPTER V
SANDY'S STORY
For a moment or two Mr. Pertell seemed rather embarrassed. He feared
he had forced some unpleasant secret from the farmer, and he did not
want to hurt his feelings. Then, too, he remembered that Sandy had
hinted at some trouble at the farm. This was probably it, and it had
to do with money.
"Perhaps you would rather not talk about it," suggested the manager,
after a pause. He and Sandy were at one end of the porch now, the
others having gone in. Felix Apgar, preferring to let his son do the
talking, had risen from his chair, and was going slowly down the
gravel walk to close the gate lest some stray cow wander in from the
highway and eat his wife's favorite flowers.
"Oh, I reckon I might jest as well tell you," spoke Sandy, slowly.
"It's bound to come out sooner or later, and then everybody in
Beatonville will hear of our trouble."
"Then it is trouble?" asked Mr. Pertell.
"That's what it is."
"If I could do anything to help," suggested the manager, "I would be
glad to."
"No, I don't reckon you could, unless you wanted to invest quite a
sum of money in this farm," returned the young man.
"Well, I'm afraid I'm hardly ready to do that," declared Mr.
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