Belle Demona released him, and Stareyes saw him pass within a few feet of her.
She could have struck him again, but she did not.
"Perhaps Riggs wants him more than I do," she muttered. "He is the agent of justice, and has crossed the sea for this man. Truly he belongs to him. You shall have him, Riggs, but, if you fail, he shall die by Stareyes' hand!"
Stareyes slipped back over the path which led to the sheep sheds, and entered one of these.
She crept up to her hidden bed in the hay, and lay down.
Presently she started and listened with her ear glued to the crevice nearest her.
"They have come for me," she said, grasping the revolver and looking down into the darkness.
Some one was beneath her.
She heard a stealthy step and then the labored breathing of a person she could not see.
All at once there flashed up the tiny light of a match, and the girl in the hay could hardly suppress the cry that bubbled to her lips.