Altogether, therefore, this Geoffrey was not so much of an advantage to them as they had at first supposed.
And with the disappearance of Geoffrey, the sham brigand, we have to chronicle the sudden return of our old friend, Dick Harvey, to his beloved Harkaways.
And what of Toro, the giant brigand?
He was completely lost sight of for awhile.
No one knew what had become of him.
Hunston's first care on getting free from the prison was to get into the mountain fastnesses, in search of his old comrade, Toro.
But he could not discover the least trace of his old comrade.
He skulked about at night and fled to sleep in the mountains by day, shrinking at the echo of his own footfalls—starting at his own shadow.
"My curses light upon the Harkaways one and all," was the speech ever upon his tongue; "they have been my bane—my curse through life."
He resolved to get away from this place.