"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 passed.
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."