"Goodby," he added.
"Are you going--good-by, Mr.Carrington," and Betty's fingers tingled with his masterful clasp long after he had gone.
Carrington sauntered slowly down the path to the highroad.
"She didn't ask me to come back--an oversight," he told himself cheerfully.
Just beyond the gates he met that same young fellow he had seen at New Madrid.

Norton nodded good-naturedly as he passed, and Carrington, glancing back, saw that he turned in at Belle Plain.

He shrugged his shoulders, and went on his way not rejoicing..