It's blame foolishness, I tell you.

Why," impatiently, "course it's foolishness! I don't know the first thing about you." "What of it?
I don't know anything about you, either." Again the lightkeeper seemed unaccountably agitated.

He stopped in his stride and whirled to face his companion.
"What do you mean by that ?" he demanded fiercely.

Before the young man could reply, he turned again, strode to the door of the light, flung it open, and disappeared within.

The door closed behind him with a thunderous bang.
John Brown gazed after him in bewilderment.