"We sometimes have them fellers
to bother us; but not so much in summer. They're afraid of bein' put
to work."
The three men made a more thorough search of the barn, but could find
nothing that looked suspicious.
"Whoever it was must either be here yet, in hiding, or else they got
away while we were looking around," said Mr. Pertell. "Unless you
believe in ghosts, Sandy."
"Nope. Not a ghost do I believe in. And I hope this won't spoil the
barn for you folks to get your pictures from."
"Oh, no, it takes more than a noise to scare a theatrical troupe,"
laughed the manager. "Well, we'll have to give it up, I suppose."
There seemed to be nothing else to do, and the party returned to the
house, the girls joining them on the way back.
"After all, it might have been some loose board, or plank, falling
down. The place is nigh tumblin' t' pieces," declared Sandy. "But
I'll keep a watch around. I don't want any tramps on this place."
"I might use one in a moving picture," said Mr. Pertell, musingly.
What he could not use in a moving picture film was small indeed. "I
believe that would make a good scene," he went on. "A tramp comes to
beg at the farmhouse. He is told that he must saw a lot of wood, or
do something like that. Then, let me see--yes, I'll have him eat
first, and then refuse to saw the wood.
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