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.