The taking of the
rural dramas was going to cost considerable, too, and there would be
the added expense of burning the barn.
Mr. Pertell was paying a fair price for the use of the farm, and for
the board and lodging of his company. This would, in a measure, help
the Apgars, but it would not be anywhere near enough to save the
place.
"Well, it certainly is too bad," agreed the manager. "When I see
Squire Blasdell to ask permission to burn the barn, I'll see if he
won't wait a bit about foreclosing. Then perhaps we can think up some
other plan--or we may even help you find the money," he added,
hopefully.
"There ain't much chance of that," returned Sandy. "We've hunted high
and low for that money, or for any papers to tell where it might be.
As for Squire Blasdell, he's harder than flint. He wouldn't wait a
day after th' money was due. No, we've got to lose the farm."
Truly there seemed no way out, but Mr. Pertell was not one to give up
easily. He made up his mind that when he got the chance he would see
some of his friends in New York. He might be able to induce one of
them to provide the money, and take up the mortgage, holding it until
it could be paid off gradually. But he said nothing of this now, for
he did not want to raise false hopes.
"Well, I reckon I'll turn in," announced Sandy, after a bit.
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