"yes" and the official walked away.

Next day four officers who looked like the bearers of dispatches rode in
at the gate. The prisoners looked significantly at one another,
remarking:

"There's news from Chile."

"Yes," replied Boyton to one of them, "I guess my death warrant is
there."

The officers leaped from their horses, allowing them to stand unhitched
in the quartelle and entered the palace through a side door. As Paul
was patting and caressing one of the foam flecked steeds, the officer
who had before noticed him, touched him on the shoulder and whispered
the one word:

"Venga," --come.

Without hesitation, he followed the Chilean, who opened the same door
into which the dispatch bearers had disappeared. Once inside, his
conductor turned with a finger to his lip and silently passed on. They
descended several steps into what appeared to be a basement, where they
groped among pillars and underground apartments until they came to a
heavy door, through the chinks of which a little sunshine was
streaming. Boyton's conductor drew the bait and with a gentle push
shoved him out, whispering:

"Anda,"--go.

The Captain found himself in a street as the door softly closed, and at
that moment a party of Chilean soldiers rode by. He dropped his hat and
stooped to pick it up, keeping his face toward the ground until they had
passed. He then started in the direction of the railroad, in the
neighborhood of which he expected to find some friends. When he reached
a bridge over the track, he saw a train dispatcher of the road, whose
name was Campbell, of Alleghany City, Pennsylvania, standing below. He
made a sign to Paul, who quickly descended and entered an old warehouse.
He was followed by Campbell who handed him a paper, saying:

"Here is safe conduct through the lines. You are a submarine telegraph
man going down to the coast to repair the cable. Outside is a mule
equipped and ready for you. In one side of its saddle bags is one of
your rubber suits and a jointed paddle, covered with coils of wire. In
the other side are coils of wire, telegraph instruments and some
provisions. To all inquiries, you must answer: 'Comision especial
telegrafos del sue marina.' There's an English steamer going north to-
morrow, the Captain of which is fixed all right. Your baggage and all
your traps will be aboard of her. Go to Ancon and get to the furthest
island out and stand boldly off; the Captain