They were now near the old mill, and remembering the kit he had dropped when he discovered Mosey, Jack made a search for it.
"What are you looking for?" asked Mont.
"My tools I dropped--gracious, listen!"
A shrill, girlish voice penetrated the air, and fairly struck him to the heart.
"Help! Jack! Help!"
"It's Deb!" he ejaculated. "She's in trouble!" and he ran toward the old building, closely followed by Mont.
It took but a few seconds to reach the place. The door was tightly closed, but with one heavy kick the young machinist burst it open.
They were astonished at the sight within.
There was Corrigan--his red face redder than ever with rage--and in his arms, her hair flying, and her dress plainly showing the effects of her terrible struggle for liberty, was poor Deb!
CHAPTER XXI.