"
"Good!" cried Mr. Pertell. "We'll try something of that sort. I'm
glad you mentioned it."
"Gosh!" exclaimed Sandy, admiringly. "You fellers would make a
picture out of anything, I guess."
"That's what we would!" laughed Mr. Pertell.
They came back from the unsuccessful man hunt, and soon quiet settled
down over Oak Farm.
"I only wish I could help them," mused Mr. Pertell as he retired. Yet
he was destined to help them, and in a most surprising manner.
Yielding to the wish of Sandy, Paul and the manager said nothing the
next morning of the chase after the man.
"It might only worry pa and ma," said the kind-hearted but
simple-minded young farmer. "And they've got troubles enough as it
is."
"They certainly have," agreed Mr. Pertell. "Nothing was disturbed
last night, though; was there?"
"No, all th' hens seem to be around. I can't imagine who that fellow
was. He must have had a guilty conscience, or he wouldn't have run
when I hailed him," Sandy said.
The day was given over, on the part of the manager and Russ, to
selecting the most favorable spots for the taking of scenes in the
rural dramas. A good background, and places where the lighting
effects would be proper for exposing the films, were essentials. Some
scenes were to be laid in the village proper, and when the moving
picture manager and his photographer went about, making notes of
likely spots, they were watched curiously by the village loungers.
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