Hunston was silent.

He sheathed his knife, but his silent resolves were not less murderous
for being unuttered.

"Lead the way, Simon," said the brigand who appeared to be chief
spokesman.

Simon stepped onward, and behind him young Jack and Harry were forced
to march.

They were walking into captivity, but they could not help themselves;
and so they wisely obeyed, so as not to give their captors fresh excuse
for further barbarity.

The road which Simon led them was a gloomy and narrow defile that wound
precipitously up among the hills.

Sometimes the rocks overhung the road, so that the sky was barely
visible, and here and there heaven was altogether obscured, for they
had to walk through tunnels in the solid rock--too solid apparently to
have been worked by the hand of man.

On they walked upon the gloomy track, the silence only broken by the
echo of their own footfalls.

Any thing so desolate our boys had never beheld.

A dull settled feeling of loneliness and despair fell upon the two boy