"I think he's outrageously mean and close!" he burst out. "He doesn't treat you, nor any one else in the tool works fairly! He's the hardest master to work for in the town!"
The young machinist could be blunt when the occasion demanded, and he did not mince matters now.
"I guess you are right," replied Mont, shaking his head affirmatively. "And yet----" he hesitated.
"What?"
"I hardly dare say what is in my mind, Jack. But I want a friend's advice."
"And I'll give it willingly."
"And keep the matter to yourself?"
"Certainly, if you wish it."
"Then I've got this to say about my uncle, Felix Gray," declared Mont. "He is either treating me first-rate--which I don't believe--or else he is the worst scoundrel in Corney!"
Jack was dumfounded.