"Gosh! I'm getting thanked all around to-day!" laughed the young fellow.
"Well, I want to make it a little more substantial, then," went on the manager. "You saved me a few dollars."
"Oh, pshaw, that's nothing!" returned Sandy. "I guess your trip to Europe could have gone on."
"Europe?" questioned Mr. Pertell.
"Yes; ain't you folks going to Europe?"
"No, this is only a make-believe trip," laughed the manager. "It's for moving pictures. See, there's the chap who was taking the films, and they'd been spoiled if that horse got on the gang-plank. So you see what you did for us."
"Moving pictures; eh?" mused Sandy. "I thought they had to be took in the dark. Leastways, all I ever saw was in the dark."
"Oh, that's just to show them," the manager explained. "But we ought to be under way now. Can you come aboard for a little trip? We'll soon be back, and I want to thank you properly. I haven't time now. Come, take a little trip with us."
"Well, I s'pose I can," responded Sandy, slowly. "But I ought to be gettin' back to Oak Farm."
However, he went aboard the yacht, looking curiously about him, and more curiously at Russ, who began making more pictures as the yacht steamed off down the bay.