"We haven't any
electric lights, nor even a telephone. So I guess we're
old-fashioned, all right."
"I should say so," laughed Mr. Pertell. "Well, it may be the very
thing I need when I go out on the rural circuit with my company. If
it is, I could pay for the use of your farm, and it wouldn't
interfere with your getting in the crops. In fact, I would probably
want some scenes of harvesting, and the like."
"Well, come and we'll make you welcome," responded Sandy, warmly.
"Only I never expected to get paid for stopping a runaway horse," he
added as he looked at the roll of bills.
"Well, take it and have a good time during the rest of your stay in
New York," advised the manager.
"Money's too scarce to waste on a good time," replied the young
farmer, cautiously. "I'll use this to make up what I spent on
railroad fare. My trip was a failure, but pop and mom will be glad it
didn't cost me as much as I calculated, thanks to you. I hope you
will get out to Oak Farm."
"Oh, you'll probably see me," Mr. Pertell assured him. "Give me your
address."
The making of the films went on, and the water scenes of this latest
and most elaborate drama were nearly all taken.
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