of the steamer will pick
you up. Your greatest danger will be in leaving the city and passing
the lines. You must depend on your own resources to get through them."

Campbell then placed a purse of money in Boyton's hand bade him God
speed and disappeared. The Captain unhitched the mule, mounted, and
started across the Pizzaro bridge over the Rimac. At the other end of
the bridge, he noticed a Chilean soldier eyeing him intently. He
thought the fellow was one of the guard who might recognize him; but
knowing that any quick or startled movement would instantly excite
suspicion, he leisurely rode the mule up to a cigar stand, dismounted
and purchased some cigars. This move seemed to allay the suspicions of
the guard and he walked away. Lighting a cigar, Paul remounted and kept
on to the outskirts of the city. Night was falling when he reached the
first line of sentinels and he heard that sound which made his blood
surge:

"Halta, cavagna," shouted by the sentry.

"Comision especial telegrafos del sue marina," he answered, displaying
his forged pass. The officer scanned the paper and gave him permission
to pass on. At the second outpost, which was quite a distance from the
city, the same program was enacted; but at the third or outer line of
sentries, that occurred which caused cold beads of perspiration to start
on Boyton's forehead. A young officer was in command who posed as a
strict disciplinarian and acted up to his idea that there was very
little else in the world for him to learn. He critically examined the
paper and then looked into the saddle bags that were swung over the
mule's back. Then strutting haughtily about, said:

"The pass is not correct, you will have to go back to Lima."

It was a terrible blow to Paul's chances for escape and though his heart
was in his mouth, he kept as cool as possible and assumed a careless
air. He presented the officer with a cigar, talked about the weather and
other interesting subjects, while a guard was being formed to escort
him back to the city.

"I hope," said he, "that you will be pleased to command the guard that
escorts me back. I assure you that the society of the beautiful
senoritas at the capital is far preferable to me than to proceed with
the wet, cold work I have been sent to do."

The officer was polite enough to regret that he could not accompany the
guard.

"I would be sorry to see a brave officer like yourself get into any
trou