"What do you think of it?" he whispered to Mont.
"Might as well let him go if he gives up your property," replied the young man. "It would be rather hard for us to manage him."
"Then give up the model and you can leave," said the young machinist to Corrigan. "But I never want you to come around me again."
"Give me your word on letting me go if I give it up?" asked the man, with an eager look.
"Yes."
"Come on, then."
Corrigan led the way to the upper room of the mill. The little party of three entered.
"There it is," said the man, pointing to a corner; "you will find it up there, back of that large beam," and he pointed to an angle in the roof, about eight feet from the floor.
"Give me a boost up, Mont," exclaimed Jack.
The young man caught him by the hips, and held him up as best he could.