Muerte Dios, I understand not much English." Paul mumbled a request in Spanish to have his parole transferred to Callao.

"No, No, Anda!" pointing to the door, Paul retired and soon after rejoined his companion at Ancon.
Three days after this he received a message from his friends at Lima which caused him considerable alarm.

It was to the effect that the Chileans were making a diligent search for him and to be very careful as there was yet no chance to get on a north bound vessel, every passenger being closely scrutinized and it would be impossible to cross the mountains.
Late one night, shortly after receiving the above message, he was awakened by a hammering at the door, he leaped out of bed to find the house surrounded by a squad of Chilean cavalry.

The officer in command told him he was wanted at Lima and to prepare to accompany the squad at once.

He was taken to the capitol and ushered into the presence of General Backadona.
"What is your name ?" thundered the General, striking the table with his fist.
"I surrendered to you General," replied Boyton, "my name is Delaport." "You were in the torpedo service ?" "Possibly; I held a commission from Don Nicholas de Pierola." "But your name is Boyton and no one by that name held a commission." Boyton neither affirmed or denied the charge, and the General ordered him to be confined in the quartelle with the other prisoners, where he was kept for some weeks while the victors were awaiting dispatches from Chile that would decide his fate and he could readily surmise what that would be.
Almost daily during his imprisonment he could hear the barbaric blare of the Chilean bugles outside the quartelle, the gates swing open and a party of Chilean soldiers enter.