"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
