"I did not charter the vessel in my own name, and came up in disguise.

All my friends believe me to be still at Arica, and no one, so far as I know, has recognized me here.

I was obliged to go to my estate, which lies a hundred miles up the country.

There I armed my peons and vaqueros, and a number of Indians who were living near, to whom I have always shown kindness.

None of them knew that it was the dungeon of the Inquisition which they were to attack, but believed that it was merely a prison they were about to force; for the power of superstition is very great in this country, and although a great many of the men may lead wild and godless lives, they tremble at the thought of lifting their hands against that mysterious and awful body, the Inquisition.
"News travels slowly, indeed, in this country; and it is not likely that the fact that the prison of the Inquisition has been broken open will ever reach the men on my estate.