There was, but even Sandy had no suspicion of how very strange the matter was connected with the old structure. "Oh dear!" exclaimed Ruth, when the chase for the man was over, "I'll be afraid to go to that barn dance now." "Nonsense!" said Alice. "We'll all be there--and so will Russ," she added with a sly laugh. "As if that made any difference!" answered Ruth, quickly. "Oh, it _might_," and Alice seemed very innocent, but there was laughter in her eyes. In spite of the fact that there were many men and boys at the barn dance, Ruth could not help looking around nervously now and then during the course of the little play, several scenes of which took place in the old building. But there was no further alarm, and no unbidden guests were discerned in the bright glare of the powerful lights. The scenes went off very well, especially the dancing ones, but the "city folks," as the farmer lads and lassies spoke of the members of the theatrical company, were at rather a disadvantage when it came to doing some of the old-fashioned dances. They had not practiced them in years, particularly Miss Dixon and Miss Pennington. "The idea of doing the old waltz and two-step," complained Miss Pennington. "It's like running a race." "Indeed it is, my dear," agreed her chum. "Why can't he let us do the Boston Dip, at least; or the one-step glide. I hate the continuous waltz." "So do I. Let's try it, when you and I dance together." "We will!" But Mr. Pertell, who was overseeing the carrying out of the barn dance, at once cried sharply: "Hold on there with that camera, Russ! That won't do, Miss Pennington--Miss Dixon. We don't want the new dances here. Not that there is anything the matter with them," he hastened to add, as he saw the defiant looks on the faces of the two former vaudeville players; "but this is supposed to be an old-fashioned country dance, of the style of about twenty-five years ago, and it would look queer in the films to see the dip and one-step introduced. "Now do that part over, and keep on with the Virginia Reel. Go ahead, Russ. And everybody get a little more life into this thing. Be lively! Hop about more! Shout and sing if you want to--it won't hurt the film. Go ahead, fiddler!" Once more the violin wailed out its tune, and the play went on. "I wonder what I'll have to do next?" complained Wellington Bunn. "This is getting worse and worse. I've had to dance with a big country girl, and every time I take a step she comes down on my foot. I'll be lame for a week." "It's awful--this moving picture work," agreed Mr. Sneed, who seemed never to get over his "grouch." Then he went on: "It's dangerous, too. Suppose this barn should catch fire? What would happen to us?" "Ve vould get out quick-like, alretty!" said Carl Switzer, as there came a lull in the dance. "Isn't dot der answer?" "I wasn't asking a riddle," grunted Mr. Sneed. "But something will happen; you mark my words."