"That's a fact," declared Mr. Pertell. "And, more than once, some of them have bought old locomotives and coaches, and set them going toward each other on the same track, to make a railroad collision." "Do you mean it?" cried Sandy. "I certainly do. Why, one manager actually burned up a whole mining town just to get a good picture. He destroyed more than twenty shacks. Of course they weren't very elaborate ones, but he got a fine effect." "Wa'al, then I reckon burnin' one barn isn't so wonderful," observed Sandy. "No, indeed. And I'll see Squire Blasdell the first thing in the morning to get my plans ready for this. But I'm sorry to hear of your trouble, Sandy, I sure am. What caused it; did the crops fail?" "No, we've always had pretty good crops, or we wouldn't stay here," answered the young farmer. "But I don't reckon we'll be able to stay here much longer. It will be hard for pa and ma, too. They don't want to leave--it will break 'em all up. They've lived here all their lives, and they counted on dyin' and bein' buried here. But I reckon they won't now." "Why not? Are you about to be put off the farm?" "We will be, by fall, unless I can raise four thousand dollars--and I can't do that, nohow," said Sandy, sadly. "That's too bad," spoke the manager, sympathetically. "How did it all come about? That is, if you don't mind telling me." "Oh, no. I don't mind," answered the young farmer, in rather hopeless tones. "You see father had a brother--Uncle Isaac he was, and he was quite a business man, in a way. He used to farm it, but he gave that up, and went into other schemes. I never knew rightly what they were, but he used to make money--at least he must have got it somehow, for he didn't work. "Well, one time, several years ago, he came to pa and borrowed quite a sum--more than five thousand dollars I've heard pa say it was. He and ma had inherited most of it only a short time before from pa's granduncle Nathan and they decided to keep it ready to pay off th' mortgage, but 'fore pa could do that Uncle Isaac come and borrowed it." "But why did your uncle need to borrow money when he had so much of his own?" asked Mr. Pertell, curiously. "Wa'al, there was some business deal on. I never understood th' right of it, and I don't believe pa did, either. All I know is that Uncle Isaac got pa's money. I believe he wanted to go into some scheme--Uncle Isaac did--and didn't have quite enough cash. He promised to pay pa back in a few weeks, and give him big interest for the use of the money. "Pa set quite a store by Uncle Isaac, and so he let him have th' money that ought to have gone to pay off th' mortgage. And then things went wrong. Uncle Isaac died before he could pay pa back th' money, and from then on things went from bad to worse, until now we're goin' to lose th' farm."