force of the enemy did not exceed three hundred and fifty men, that they were mounting two small guns, intending to land next day in greater force for the purpose of searching the monastery for treasure which they supposed to be there hidden, and that after securing the treasure they intended to proceed up the river, passing the batteries of Punta Gorda by night, if they could not destroy them, and so cut off the trade with Paraguay.
Escalada sent out messengers with this news, one of whom met San Martin and his grenadiers, who, following the windings of the river had been left behind by the flotilla, which was favoured by a southerly breeze. Fortunately the wind now chopped round to the north and delayed the intended landing, so that when San Martin, by forced marches, reached the post-house of San Lorenzo, three miles from the monastery, on the night of the 2nd February, nothing had yet been done. At the post-house he found fresh horses waiting for him, sent there by Escalada.
In front of the post-house stood an old carriage without horses. Two troopers rode up to it, and asked:—
"Who is here?"
"A traveller," answered a sleepy voice.
Another horseman rode up saying—
"Be careful; this is not an enemy, but an Englishman on his way to Paraguay."
The traveller put his head out of one of the windows of the coach, and thinking he recognized the figure and voice, said:—
"Surely you are Colonel San Martin?"
"If so, you have a friend here, Mr. Robertson," answered the other.
And so it was; this was the well-known traveller, William Parish Robertson, who was destined to witness the memorable events of the next day, and to record what he saw.
The two friends laughed together at their unexpected
