"Can't, dear! I leave that to you. But, Daddy, you mustn't think of taking us out of moving pictures. Why, some of the best and most important of all the farm dramas are to come yet. There's the one with the burning barn--I wouldn't miss that for anything! Please, Daddy, let us stay. You want to; don't you, Ruth?" "Oh, yes, of course. Only there seems to be so many dangers about a farm. I used to think a country life was calm and peaceful, but things happen here just as in a city." "Indeed they do," laughed Alice, "only such different things. It's quite exciting, I think. Mayn't we stay, Daddy?" "Oh, I suppose so," he consented, rather grudgingly. "But take no more chances." "Oh, I didn't take the chances," laughed Alice. "The chances took me." During the next few days several farm scenes were filmed by Russ, and a number of partly finished plays were completed, the reels being sent to New York for development. Word came back that everything was a success, only a few minor errors being made, and these were easily corrected. A few scenes had to be done over. "But I'm glad it wasn't the one with the hose," said Mr. Bunn, with a sigh. "Really I'd never go through that again." "Ha! I vould like dot--if I vos on der right side of der hose!" exclaimed Mr. Switzer. The day had been a busy one, filled with hard work for all before the moving picture camera. When evening came the players were glad of the chance to rest. "Let's walk down the road," suggested Alice to Ruth. "It is so pretty and restful on the little white bridge, just before you come to the red schoolhouse." They walked down, arm in arm, talking of many things, and soon were standing on the white bridge that spanned a little stream, which flowed between green banks, fragrant with mint. Here and there were patches of green rushes and beds of the spicy water cress. "Oh, it's just lovely here!" sighed Ruth. "It is too beautiful. I wish we could share it with some one." "Here comes someone now, to share it with--a man," spoke Alice, motioning down the road, which was shaded with many trees, through which the moon was now shining, making patches of light and shadow. "Perhaps it is some of our friends," murmured Ruth. "I believe Russ and Paul started out for a walk before we did." "That's not two persons; it's only one," declared Alice as she continued to look at the advancing figure. "And see, Ruth, he--he limps!" She caught her sister's arm as she spoke, and the two girls drew closer together. The same thought came to both. Was this the man who had run out of the barn? "I believe it's the same one," whispered Ruth. "And I'm perfectly positive," answered Alice. "Oh, Ruth, now is our chance!" "Chance! Chance for what?" "I mean we can find out who he is, and perhaps solve the mystery." "Alice DeVere! We're going to do no such thing! We're going to run back home--that man is coming straight toward us!" cried Ruth, and she began to drag Alice away from the bridge.