"Leave town?" echoed the iron-founder. "Where are you going?"
"I don't know yet."
"But you are coming back?"
"No."
Once more Raymer puffed at the shortened cigar until the end of it glowed like a small distress signal in the dark.
"Tell me," he broke out finally: "has Margery Grierson turned you down?"
"No."
"Then Charlotte has?"
"No."
"Confound it all! can't you say anything but 'No'? Do you mean to tell me that you are going away, leaving me bucked and gagged by this labor outfit to live or die as I may? Great Scott, man! if my money's gone, yours goes with it!"