y think so," was the answer of the young moving picture
operator. "Besides, my patent is fully protected now. They couldn't
make anything out of that."

"Then he must be after something on the farm," suggested Paul, who
was walking beside Alice.

"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. "Or it will after th' mortgage is
foreclosed," he finished with a sigh.

The old man looked over at his wife, who was seated in a rocking
chair, mending stockings. She was a good sewer, and members of the
theatrical troupe had her do work for them, thus enabling her to earn
a little money, for which she was very grateful.

The plight of the old people was really pitiful, with the dark shadow
of losing their home ever looming nearer. Sandy tried to be cheerful,
and several times said that perhaps at the last minute a way might be
found to save the farm. But he was not very hopeful. He worked
hard--doubly hard, since his father was able to do very little. This
made it necessary to hire help, and that left so much less profit on
the gathered crops.

"Perhaps it wouldn't be a bad idea to keep watch to-night," suggested
Mr. DeVere, when the matter of the mysterious man was being
discussed. "That fellow may have designs on some