“Nobody.”
“Oh! But—if I should get someone to bring me?”
“That might be different, I reckon. Perhaps then Aunt Amanda would let you in.”
“And the Ogre? I would not be eaten alive?”
“The Ogre?” she asked, puzzled.
“Yes; I heard him calling you one morning.”
“Oh,” she laughed, “the Ogre! Well, now as for the Ogre—— But you’d have to risk the Ogre.”
“I will!” he exclaimed with decision. “Only—— Perhaps you know a Colonel Barrett here in Belle Harbour?”