He uttered the words with an effort. They seemed no part of him. The process was purely mechanical.
“Good-by?” exclaimed the girl.
“I take the noon train,” he announced. “From New York I sail to-morrow for Munich.”
“But I don’t understand!” cried the girl.
Carl turned from her to Barnes.
“Do you?” he demanded.
“Yes,” answered Barnes.
“Then that is enough.”
Barnes took a step forward and seized the boy’s hand.
“I’d fight it out if I were you,” he said below his breath.