He ran along beside me, still clinging to my sleeve.
"What did he want ?" he repeated.

"What did he say to you?
What did you say to him?
Tell a feller, can't you ?" "I told him to go to the devil," I answered, savagely.
Lute let go of my sleeve.
"You--you--By time, you're stark loony!" he gasped; and collapsed against the gate post.
I went into the house, up the back stairs to my room, and shut the door..