She must be warned; but how?
He knew that a match would start the old sheds like a wisp of flax, and that before Stareyes could escape she would be caught by the flames and destroyed.
"Riggs, the more I look at you the more familiar grows your face," suddenly resumed the hunted man. "I once saw a man like you, but it was not in Australia. It is strange how these resemblances overtake and puzzle us. I can't account for it."
"Whom do I look like? Can't you make out, Captain Merle?"
Merle fell back a step and gazed at the detective.
He slowly shook his head.
"I can't quite make out," said he. "But if you were the man I don't want to see just now, I'd kill you in your tracks. Never mind, Riggs. You're all right, but still you look like some one I don't like. It's the way of the world, and we find it so even in the bush."
Merle laughed, and the detective, without a change of countenance, kept his nerve and looked straight into the face before him.
It seemed the shadow of death all the time.