He's going to Alaska,--been planning it all spring.

And Carl said he was with Art till Art left to catch the train.

Somebody else from town here had seen him take the train, and asked about him.

No, it wasn't Art." "Well, who was it, then ?" Never before had Lite failed to tell Jean just what she wanted to know.
He failed now, and he went away as though he was glad to put distance between them.

He did not know what to think.