Rather than displease her friend, Deb finally consented; and spent ten minutes in the back parlor, sipping the elderly maiden’s favorite Young Hyson.
The girl was soon on her way. Farmer Farrell was well known throughout the district, and it did not take her long to reach his place.
She was thoroughly dismayed to learn that Jack had started for home at sundown the day before.
Not knowing where to go or what to do next, she retraced her steps toward Corney. She was in no hurry, and wandered in deep and painful contemplation, to one side of the road.
Near the old mill she stumbled over a bundle that lay in the grass near a tree. Without thinking, she was about to step over it, when something about the cloth covering attracted her attention, and picking it up, she was amazed to find that it was Jack’s kit, wrapped in his overalls!
"How in the world did that get here!" she exclaimed, and then turned deathly white, as a horrible suspicion crossed her mind: "Oh, it could never be! no, no, no, no!"
She dropped the bundle and ran down to the water’s edge. The spot was just below the mill, and in a little cove, where the river was comparatively quiet.
Nothing was to be seen--nothing but the sparkle of the sun, and the waving shadows cast by the trees overhead.
"It’s awfully lonely here," she said to herself. "If Jack came here----"
She was startled to see the shadow of a man close beside her. Looking up she gave a slight scream as she recognized the tall form of Corrigan.
She did not know that the man had been watching her for some time, revolving in his mind what he should say about Jack if asked any questions.
He advanced to her with a smiling face, ignoring entirely the way he had treated her the previous evening.
"Got tired of waiting for Jack to get back?" he asked.
Deb was too much alarmed to offer a reply at once.
"Thought you would be. He ought to have sent you word," continued Corrigan. "He sold the model I took, just as I told you he would," he added.
"Where is he?" asked the girl, thrown off her guard by the villain’s cool manner.
"Around here somewhere. He’s been here and over to Redrock twice since yesterday. He got the contract to fix up the machinery in this old mill. The man who bought it wants the job done as soon as possible, so he went right to work. I’m helping him on the drawing. I’m a draughtsman, you know."