"There ain't nothin' valuable lyin' aroun' here loose," said Sandy,
with a short laugh. "I only wish there was. I'd get it myself an' pay
off th' mortgage. More likely that fellow is after some of your
movin' pictures. Aren't those reels, as you call 'em, valuable?"
"That's so!" exclaimed Paul. "I never thought of that. Maybe he is
after some of our films, Russ! We'd better speak to Mr. Pertell about
it."
"Perhaps we had. There are some moving picture men mean enough to try
to take the ideas of other folks, and they might not be above taking
the reels of exposed films, too. We've got some good ones on hand."
Mr. Pertell was a little skeptical about the matter when it was
mentioned to him, but he agreed that there was something in the idea,
after all, and that it was rather odd for the mysterious man to
remain so long in the vicinity of Oak Farm, without disclosing his
errand.
"He's a stranger--that's sure," said Mr. Apgar, Sandy's father. "He's
a stranger here, for none of th' farmers in these parts know him.
I've heard one or two mention seein' a lame feller going about, as if
he had plenty of spare time. It must be this man. But, as Sandy says,
we ain't got nothin' he can git. It all belongs t' Squire Blasdell,"
he added with a rueful laugh.
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