His head touched the rafters of the place and he looked up to avoid them.
The next moment he started back, for overhead, half concealed by a lot of hay, lay a young girl, and her white face was turned toward his own.
Their eyes met.
He found Stareyes already, and she watched him with a strange smile at the corners of her mouth.
"How do you like it?" she asked, the smile broadening as she spoke. "It's a nice place, isn't it, but it's inhabited by demons. They call you Roland Riggs here, but you're not that person. You're a beagle, but I'll keep the secret. Ha, ha, ha! sir, you don't know Stareyes yet. You play fair with her and you're safe. Fail, and it's death—death!"
[CHAPTER XII.]
OLD BROADBRIM AND THE FAIR AVENGER.
Old Broadbrim looked again at the face in the hay, and caught a gleam of friendship in the eyes, despite the words Stareyes had just spoken.
She knew his secret.