"That's why he spent so much time out here. I used to wonder
sometimes, at having him appear from inside the old barn, when I
never suspected he was on hand. He was in this room, all right."
"It certainly was a good hiding place," agreed Mr. Pertell. "It was
lucky he did not shut himself up and die in here, or you would never
have known where to look for him. He must have left his money box
here one day, closed the place up and then came his unfortunate loss
of mind, after he was hurt. He forgot all about where he had left the
wealth, and of course he couldn't tell anyone. Well, I'm glad you've
got it back."
"So am I!" chuckled Sandy. "Now if we only had some explanation as to
why that queer chap was always hanging about this farm we'd be all
right."
"Maybe he knew your Uncle Isaac," suggested Ruth.
"No, that man's a stranger around here," declared Sandy.
After some little further talk about the queer find, Mr. Pertell
again suggested that the taking of the picture be resumed.
Sandy seemed to hang back and the manager asked him:
"Do you want to give up your part in it, now that you have your money
again? Don't you want the barn burned?"
"Oh, yes; it ain't that!" the young farmer hastened to assure the
manager. "It's a good thing we didn't burn the barn before we found
the money.
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