"Deb!" Jack was indeed astonished, and so was Mont. "What did she want here? Looking for me?"
"Yes; she's had a terrible time. Your model's stolen, and she's been put out of the house for not paying the rent."
The news startled the young machinist. In the excitement he had forgotten all about Mr. Hammerby and the quit notice.
"Did she say where she had moved to?" he asked anxiously.
"No, she was in too much of a hurry. She was frightened half to death on account of your being missing."
"No doubt of it. Poor Deb! Her troubles are as bad as ours," remarked Mont.
"Which way did she go?" was the young machinist's question.
"Toward home again," said Farrell; "I wanted her to stay the worst way when I found out who she was, but she wouldn't think of it."
"Maybe we can overtake her," suggested Mont.
"We'll try, anyway," returned Jack.