"I can't get it while I'm in prison," returned Jack, gloomily.
"I'll take you anywhere you wish to go," said the under-sheriff, who had him in charge. He was a married man, had daughters of his own, and Deb's anguish went straight to his heart.
Jack thought a moment. "Perhaps I might get Mr. Benton to go on my bond," he said.
The man he referred to was the wealthy speculator who had examined the model and praised the invention.
"But he would want security. Perhaps I'd have to sign over my rights to him," he continued with a sigh.
"It would be a shame to do that," said Mont. "You expect so much from the patent."
"But you wouldn't lose it unless you ran away," put in Deb; "and of course you're not going to do that."
Jack gave another sigh.
"I'll go and see him anyway," he said.
CHAPTER VI.