"I know not what country they were of, but besides the Greeks, there were two men who seemed leaders; one was called Signor Toro, the other was named Hunston."
"How many were there in all?"
"Three Greeks besides the two foreigners."
"Do you know any thing of the haunts of these brigands, friend goatherd?"
"Aye, well. But till now I have never dreamt of betraying them, for they never before molested me."
"Lead me to their den."
"You, signer? Why, they are at least five in number, and you are but--"
"But an Englishman! that makes all the difference, friend goatherd, so pray lead on. Here, take a drink from my flask first."
The old man accepted the proffered drink, and then said--
"Well, signor, it is a desperate and dangerous undertaking; but I know you English can do almost any thing, so I will show you the way. And if it comes to a fight, I shall be at your elbow, signor."
"True."
Without mentioning his intentions, or saying a word to any of his friends, the detective pa.s.sed his arm through that of the goatherd and walked away.
Little conversation pa.s.sed.
The detective was full of hopeful anxiety about the capture of Hunston; and as for the goatherd, it may be presumed that the loss of his goats afforded him plenty of food for silent reflection.
They pa.s.sed the place where Tomaso was captured, and then turned aside out of the road into a dense wood which covered the side of a rocky hill.
It appeared as though the old goatherd was "out of condition," as the athletes say; at all events, the scramble up the rough path brought on a loud and distressing cough.
"Be quiet," said Pike; "you will alarm them."
"No fear of that, signor; we are more than a mile from the den of the villains."
So they scrambled and climbed away, till at length they reached a place where Pike found it necessary to use hands as well as feet to make progress.
He had just put up both hands to grasp a boulder over which it was necessary to climb, when, to his intense astonishment, each wrist was grasped by a couple of strong hands, and in another moment he was forcibly dragged up.
"The tables are turned now, Mr. Pike," said a voices "You will remain our prisoner till Tomaso is released."
It was so dark that Pike could not see the speaker, but he had no doubt that it was Hunston.
The impression was confirmed in an instant by the goatherd, who said in a jeering manner--
"Ha, ha, ha! Why don"t you capture him? You were so very brave to talk, yet you do nothing."
Pike, by a sudden jerk, wrenched himself from his captors, and dealt the mocking brigand--for he was nothing more--a blow that doubled him up among the rocks.
But before the detective could escape, he was thrown down himself, and bound hand and foot.
Half-a-dozen Greek brigands then raised him and bore him away.
How far he could not tell, but it seemed, as far as he could guess, five or six miles.
At length they reached a little open glade in the forest where at least a score of brigands were a.s.sembled,
"You have him, then?" said a huge fellow, who spoke with an Italian accent.
"Yes."
"Tie him to that tree."
It was done.
"Now listen," said Toro--for he it was who had given the command. "If Tomaso is not at liberty and here among us at noon, you shall die."
"I can not set him at liberty."
"You can do a great deal towards it. Unfasten one of his arms--his right arm."
Pike"s right arm was then released, and, in obedience to Toro"s command, a small table was placed close to him.
On this table were pens, ink and paper.
"Now write to your friend Harkaway, and tell him that unless Tomaso is released by noon, as I have told you, death is your doom."
So Pike wrote--
"I am in the hands of the brigands, and unless Tomaso is released by noon, I shall be killed. But I am not afraid to die; hold your captive fast."
Having signed it, he held it out to Toro, who read it, and then called a messenger, to whom he entrusted it for delivery.
Then the brigands sat down to breakfast, and Pike was left to his contemplations. These, as may be imagined, were not of the most pleasant kind.
Hour after hour pa.s.sed.
The brigands were some sleeping, some playing cards, and all enjoying themselves in some way, but no one took any notice of the prisoner.
The sun rode high in the heavens, and it was evidently approaching noon, when the messenger returned from the town with a letter.
It was addressed to Pike, but Toro opened it.
It was not from Harkaway, but from the chief of the police, informing the unfortunate detective that the Greek government declined to make any terms or drive any bargain with brigands, but that any ill usage Mr. Pike might suffer would be most effectually avenged.
"You hear this?" said Toro.
"I do."