meeting in the dark, and San Martin spoke of his project.
"The enemy has double the number of men that wé have, but I doubt if they get the better of us."
"So say I," replied the Englishman, offering his visitors wine to drink to their success, and asking permission to go with them.
"Agreed," answered San Martin, "but take care; it is no part of your duty to fight. I will give you a horse, but if the day goes against us you must run for it."
Then, giving the order to mount, he put himself with his friend at the head of the silent troopers, and soon after midnight reached the monastery, which they entered by a gateway in the rear of the edifice.
All the cells were vacant: not a sound was to be heard in the cloisters. The gate being shut the troopers dismounted in the large courtyard. The Colonel enjoined silence upon them, and forbade them to light fires.
"It brought to mind," says the English traveller, "the Greek host hidden in the bowels of the wooden horse, so fatal to Troy."
San Martin, with a night-glass, ascended the tower of the church, and saw by their lanterns that the enemy was yet there. He then carefully reconnoitered the country round him, and from information furnished by Escalada formed his plans.
On the river face of the monastery a level plain, apt for cavalry manoeuvres, extended for three hundred and fifty yards to the edge of the bluff. Two winding paths, one only of which was practicable for infantry in formation, led to the beach below. He then withdrew his men from the courtyard and formed them, holding their horses by the bridle, behind the cloisters and outhouses, leaving Escalada and his volunteers within the edifice. At dawn he again mounted the tower. At five o'clock, as the shades of night melted away, boats laden with armed men, were seen to leave the flotilla for the shore. At half-past
