"I should say so," laughed Mr. Pertell. "Well, it may be the very thing I need when I go out on the rural circuit with my company. If it is, I could pay for the use of your farm, and it wouldn't interfere with your getting in the crops. In fact, I would probably want some scenes of harvesting, and the like." "Well, come and we'll make you welcome," responded Sandy, warmly. "Only I never expected to get paid for stopping a runaway horse," he added as he looked at the roll of bills. "Well, take it and have a good time during the rest of your stay in New York," advised the manager. "Money's too scarce to waste on a good time," replied the young farmer, cautiously. "I'll use this to make up what I spent on railroad fare. My trip was a failure, but pop and mom will be glad it didn't cost me as much as I calculated, thanks to you. I hope you will get out to Oak Farm." "Oh, you'll probably see me," Mr. Pertell assured him. "Give me your address." The making of the films went on, and the water scenes of this latest and most elaborate drama were nearly all taken. "Now we will have the scene in the small boat, where the party puts off to visit friends on the other vessel," announced Mr. Pertell. "They don't actually get there, as the alarm on board this vessel brings them back. But we'll have to show the start. Now, Mr. Sneed, you are to go in the small boat first." Some of the sailors on board the yacht prepared to lower a boat from the davits, but Pepper Sneed held back. "Do I have to get into that small boat?" he asked, dubiously. "Certainly!" replied Mr. Pertell. "There is no danger." "No danger!" cried Pepper Sneed. "What! In that small boat? Look at the waves!" and he pointed over the side. There was only a gentle swell on. "It's as calm as a mill pond," spoke one of the sailors. "Mill pond! Don't say mill pond to me!" cried the grouchy actor. "I fell in one once." "Well, you won't fall now," declared the manager. "Get in the boat. I want to show it being lowered over the side with you in it." "Well, if I have to--I'll have to, I suppose," groaned Mr. Sneed. "But I know something will happen." But matters seemed going smoothly enough. The sailors were carefully lowering the small craft, and it was nearly at the surface of the water. Russ, up in the bow of the yacht, where he could get a good view, was making the pictures. Suddenly, when the boat was a few feet from the ripples on the bay, one of the ropes slipped quickly through the davit block. One end of the boat went down quite fast and Pepper Sneed was heard to yell: "Here I go! I knew something would happen! Help! I'm going to sink! Help! Oh, why did I ever get into this business!" But with great presence of mind the other sailors lowered away on their rope, so that the other end of the boat went down also, and in another instant it was riding on an even keel. Nothing had happened except that Pepper Sneed had been badly scared.