MONT TELLS His STORY
As Jack and Mont journeyed on the way to Corney, the young machinist noticed that the young man was rather silent, and when spoken to replied only in monosyllables.
"I suppose he's speculating about those papers and the stranded yacht," thought Jack. "Perhaps they will be valuable to him when he comes to settle up with his uncle. I'd just like to know what interest father had in that tool machinery. Perhaps the patent is still ours, or a royalty on it. As soon as I find Deb, and things are settled a bit, I'm going to investigate the whole subject."
Jack's surmise concerning Mont was correct.
"What do you think of my uncle?" asked the young man, after a long period of silence.
"What do I think of him?" asked the young machinist in turn. "In what way?"
"Why, as to his dealings with people in general."
"Well, I--I really, Mont, I don't want to say anything that will hurt your feelings," stammered Jack, not wishing to be harsh with so dear a friend, and yet determined to speak only the truth.
"Never mind my feelings. Just speak your mind."
Jack was silent a moment.