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.