But 'Bige would have answered."
"But this fellow didn't, so he couldn't have been your friend," spoke
Mr. Pertell. "And why should he have run when you hailed him?"
"That's what I can't understand," replied Sandy. "It's sort of
suspicious; ain't it?"
"It surely is. Come on, let's have a look."
Together they went down the road in the direction taken by the
mysterious stranger. But, though they looked on both sides, and
peered amid the bushes, they saw no one. They called out, demanding
to know who had gone past the house; but of course, in case the man
was a suspicious character, they could hardly have expected an
answer.
Their shouts, though, brought out Paul, who had not yet gone to bed,
and he joined in the search.
"Who do you think he was?" the moving picture actor asked of Sandy,
when they had given up the attempt to find the man.
"Oh, he might be some tramp. There's been chicken thieves around
lately, and maybe he was lookin' for a chance to sneak into our
hen-house."
"Well, I guess you've scared him off, at any rate," said the manager.
"There's an idea for a film," said Paul, with a laugh. "We can have a
chicken-stealing. The thief gets caught in a bear trap, and can't get
loose--farmer comes out with gun--chase over the fields and all
that.
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