Every time that fatal gate opened he thought it meant his farewell to earth, but strange to say, he became hardened and did not dread the summons.

His friends on the outside worked like beavers for his release or escape.

His belongings had been placed in the care of the railroad company and were safe; even the "children of the sea" having been brought up from Ancon.
For several days he noticed a Chilean who seemed to be some sort of an official within the prison, watching him.

One day this officer carelessly passed near him and in a low voice asked if his name was Delaport.

Paul said "yes" and the official walked away.
Next day four officers who looked like the bearers of dispatches rode in at the gate.