"Yes, all our preparations are made, and in a few days, we will weigh anchor and get away from romantic Greece, and its precious scoundrels and brigands."
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
THE LAST OF THE BRIGAND BAND—HUNSTON'S PERIL—HIS
WANDERINGS—STARVATION IN THE MIDST OF PLENTY—ON
THE LANDING STAGE AT NIGHT—AN ADVENTURE.
And what of the band?
Where was it?
The fear-stricken few remaining of this once formidable host hid themselves in the recesses of the mountains, lurking, like thieves and miscreants as they were, in retired nooks and crannies.
And so their lives grew wretched.
Their famous recruit, Geoffrey, who was such a famous hand at bringing in plunder every day, disappeared.
And with him disappeared all the booty he had brought them.