It was a long and rather tedious ride to Oak Farm, which lay some miles back in the hills from the railroad station, and it was late afternoon when the company of moving picture actors and actresses arrived, to be greeted by Sandy Apgar and his father and his mother. "Well, I _am_ glad to see you all again!" cried Sandy, shaking hands with Mr. DeVere, the girls and the others. "It seems like old times!" "We're glad dot you are glad!" declaimed Mr. Switzer. "Haf you any more barns vot need burning down?" "Not this time," laughed Sandy. "One barn-burning is enough for me." A barn, an old one, had been destroyed on the occasion of the previous visit of the moving picture company--a burning barn being called for in one of the scenes. Oak Farm was a big place, and, in anticipation of the war plays to be enacted there, several buildings had been built to accommodate the extra actors and actresses, where they could sleep and eat. The DeVere girls and the other members of the regular company would board at the farmhouse as they had done before. Hard work began early the next day. There was much to do in the way of preliminary preparation, and Pop Snooks, the property man, with a corps of assistants, was in his element. While Ruth, Alice and the others were going through a rehearsal of their parts without, of course, the proper scenic background, the property man was setting up the different "sets" needed in the various scenes. While they were working on one piece, Sandy Apgar came along on his way to look after some of the farming operations. "Hello!" he cried. "Say! you fellows did that mighty quick." "Did what?" asked Alice, who stood near, not being engaged for the time being. "Why, dug that well. I didn't know you could strike water so soon," and he pointed to an old-fashioned well with a sweep, which stood not far from the house. "What'd you use--a post-hole digger?" he asked. "What sort of water did you strike?" Before any one could answer him he strode over to the well, and, as he looked down into it, a puzzled look came over his face. "Well, I'll be jiggered!" he cried. "'Tain't a well at all! Only an imitation!" And that was what it was. Some canvas had been stretched in a circle about a framework, and painted to represent stones. The well itself stood on top of the ground, not being dug out at all. It made a perfectly good water-scene, with a sweep, a chain, a bucket and all. "I'm supposed to stand there and draw water for the thirsty soldiers," explained Ruth, coming up at this point. "Huh! How are you goin' to git water out of there?" demanded Sandy. "It's as dry as a bone. Why, I've got a good well over there," and he pointed to a real one, under an apple tree. "That's in the shade--couldn't get any pictures there," explained Russ. "The well has to be out in the open." "But what about water?" asked Sandy. "Hang me if I ever heard of a well without water!"