the situation. My love of adventure was being gratified to the full, and for once the knowledge that we were poor was a satisfaction. As my brother had said, the days in which we had money were so long left behind that even we ourselves had forgotten them.
I felt sure that as soon as the brigands discovered their mistake they would let us go, the customs of the brigands being as well known as those of any other members of the community. Besides, had not my brother said it was all a mistake—and at the time my brother represented to me the knowledge of the world. I only hoped that the brigands would not realize it before we reached their lair.
Up, and ever up we went, the men sure-footed in spite of the underbrush. They halted at last, and set me down.
One of them whistled.
We waited a full minute, and he whistled again. Then one of them sang in a rich baritone the first lines of the Greek national hymn—
"Oh, Freedom! thou comest out of the holy bones of the Hellenes—oh, Freedom!"
From somewhere in the vicinity another voice took up the refrain, and shortly afterwards there came a crash and a rattle of chains.
Some one took my hand again, and I felt that we passed through an opening. Now we were descending; and gradually the coolness of the
