there's oil sand on the place. Betty's uncle will know. Uncle Dick is an expert oil man."
Miss Hope shook her head.
"My dear nephew," she urged protestingly, "surely you must be mistaken. Sister and I have seen no evidences of oil. No one has ever mentioned the subject or the possibilities to us. There are no oil wells very near here. Don't you speak unadvisedly?"
"I should say not!" Bob was positive if not as precise as his aunt. "There's oil here, or all the wells in the fields are dry. The farm is a gold mine."
Betty rose hurriedly and pointed toward the window in alarm. They had been sitting in the parlor, and she faced the bar of late afternoon sunlight that lay on the floor.
"I saw the shadow of some one," she whispered In alarm. "It crossed that patch of sunlight. Bob, I am afraid!"
