Not wishing to land until daylight for fear of being shot by some of the
sentinels, he laid off and then came very near getting what he had
waited to escape, for in the grey light of the morning, he discovered a
sentinel with a gun aimed at him. He shouted "Peru, Peru," several
times before the guard would understand and lower the rifle.
Landing safely at last, he immediately proceeded to Lima to report to
the Dictator, and hurried back to take command of the sloop again.
The reconnoiter of San Lorenzo had convinced Paul that the island was
watched from end to end in the closest manner and it was useless to
attempt to work from there with the means at hand. He determined to lead
out in a different direction to accomplish his designs, and his next
move was a cruise due southward to the island off Pachacamac and
generally called by that name. The little sloop wound her way in and out
among the numerous rocky islets off the coast. Under their close shelter
she picked her way hidden from the Chilean cruisers that turned their
guns on everything not of their own kind, on the sea. The coast is
extremely wild and utterly deserted, formed of lofty ledges of rock,
hollowed into caverns underneath, by the insidious beating of the trade
wind waves.
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