k cat as I got up. Well, it's lucky it's no
worse. But I wish you'd make those fellows with their big cutters
keep farther back, Mr. Pertell. They might slice my legs off. I know
some serious accident will happen before the day is over."

"Oh, cheer up!" laughed Russ.

The actor arose, Mr. Pertell cautioned the young farmers about coming
too close with their keen, swinging scythes, and the moving picture
play went on.

Ruth and Alice DeVere had parts in the little drama, but they were to
enact them with a different background, and when Russ finished
filming the scenes in the wheat field he went back to the farmhouse
to get other pictures.

There appeared to be something unusual going on, for out in the road
stood two carriages, and on the porch could be seen Mr. and Mrs.
Apgar, and Sandy, with two men. The moving picture actors and
actresses who had not gone to the field were also there.

"I wonder what is going on?" said Mr. Pertell.

"Something has happened!" exclaimed Mr. Sneed. "I knew it would--I
told you so!"

Hurrying to the porch where the group was, Mr. Pertell heard one of
the strangers saying:

"Well, we've got to do it whether you like it or not, Mr. Apgar.
Squire Blasdell wants the money on that mortgage, and the only way he
can get it is to foreclose. So I've got to post the notices of the
sale."

"To think that I should live to see this day!" sighed Mr. Apgar. "My
farm to be sold under foreclosure!"

"It is hard, Pa, dreadful hard," said Mrs. Apgar. "But we are honest.
We'd pay if we could."

"If only I could find Uncle Isaac's money," sighed Sandy. "Couldn't
you give us a little more time, Sheriff Hasell?"

"No, I'm sorry; but I can't," replied the official. "You see this
isn't actually selling the farm. We're only going to post notices
that it will be sold. That has to be done, according to the law here.
It'll be some time though, before the farm is auctioned off to the
highest bidder."

"And we can stay here until then; can't we?" asked Sandy.

"Oh, yes, sure, and for a little while after. You see these things
take time," the sheriff returned. "It's too bad--I'm sorry, but me
and my deputy has to do our duty."

"Go ahead, then," said Sandy, and there were tears in his eyes. "We
won't stop you, but it's hard--it's terrible hard--to lose the place
we worked so long for, an' all because of some mistake. Uncle Isaac
would want us to have that money paw lent him, but he died afore he
c