He was much worried over the fact that Deb had been compelled to vacate the old home; and then he suddenly remembered that all of his money had been stolen by Corrigan.
"Without a home and without money," he thought dismally. "Well, thank God, my life has been spared, and, as Deb said, 'maybe it will all come out right in the end.'"
Yet his heart was by no means light, as Mont and he set out for Corney.
CHAPTER XVIII.
DEB AT THE MILL
The apartments which the kind-hearted Miss Parks allowed Deb to have were small but pleasant, and the bright sunshine that strolled in the back windows did much toward brightening up Deb's naturally lively disposition.
By the aid of the energetic elderly maiden the furniture from the former Willington rooms was quickly set to rights, a good part of it being stored in the garret until--when?
Deb asked herself that question many times as she sat on the edge of the bed, after Miss Parks had gone below.
"If Jack was only here," she sighed. "Where can he have gone? I will never, never believe he has run away, no matter what Mr. Benton or the others say. Something has surely happened to him."
It was not long before she decided to start on a regular search for her brother, and going down stairs she told Miss Parks of her intention.