in saying, "Let us go; I cannot stand this riot!"

Quietly bidding Bolivar farewell, we followed one of the high
officials, who let us out through a private door, and escorted us to
the quay. There we boarded the schooner, which in less than an hour
was under way. The protector went straight to his cabin without
speaking. He was bitterly disappointed at the result of the interview,
but all that passed his lips on the subject was, "Bolivar is not the
man we took him to be." These words were said as we paced the deck
together next morning, and they were spoken more to himself than to us.

"It has happened as I predicted," remarked Guido that afternoon, "and
the rest will follow. As soon as he has put things in order, he will
leave Peru to make room for Bolivar. And he will not let people know
the reason; he will even make Bolivar's path smoother."

"You would plant it thick with thorns, I suppose?"

"I would plant it with naked swords!"

"Ah, Guido," I cried, "that is not San Martin's teaching!"

"No," said he surlily; "it's a lesson of my own composing."

The voyage passed uneventfully, and on the twentieth of August the
_Macedonia_ once more sailed into the Bay of Callao.

During our absence a riot had taken place in Lima; but the people
received San Martin enthusiastically, coming down in thousands to the
port, and escorting him to his country house in triumph.

I said little of what had taken place to any one except my father, and
he was able to judge of things by other signs. The protector, who told
him Bolivar had agreed to help Peru with troops, worked feverishly day
and night, until the opening of the first Peruvian Congress. Then
removing his sash of authority, he resigned his office, and formally
handed over the care of the country to the new Parliament. That same
evening my father and I called at his house, where we found Guido, ever
faithful, waiting in the anteroom.

"Where is the general?" asked my father.

"Here, Crawford!" answered San Martin, opening the door of an inner
room. "Is anything wrong?"

"No, general, but I fear there soon will be. Do you know it is
whispered in the town that you are about to leave Peru?"

"The rumour is correct, my friend, as I have just been telling Guido.
No, it is useless to talk; my mind is made up. I can do the country no
more good."

For a long time both Guido and my father tried to prevail upon him to
stay, but in vain.

"The world will reg