"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 assembled.
"You have him, then?" said a huge fellow, who spoke with an Italian accent.