"So long, Sim." He slammed the door of the house behind him, strode to the gate, flung it open, and marched on.

Simeon gazed in astonishment, then hurried to overtake him.

Ranging alongside, he endeavored to reopen the conversation, but to no purpose.

The depot master would not talk.

They turned into Cross Street.
"Well!" exclaimed Mr.Phinney, panting from his unaccustomed hurry, "what be we, runnin' a race?
Why!.