rse and all the colonel's appointments. As he passed our windows he
waved his hand to me, and disappeared like lightning down the street. I
had great hopes that he would make his escape before the main body of
the Spaniards could enter.

Don Cassiodoro, on seeing the colonel on the ground, went out with my
father and brought him into the house, that his wound might be attended
to. The spear had torn his coat, but, excepting a slight scratch on the
side, had not otherwise harmed him. He begged, however, that his wound
might be dressed; when Don Cassiodoro advised that he should go to bed,
which he appeared very willing to do.

I waited, in hopes that the Patriot officers would rally the troops and
drive out the Spaniards before the arrival of the main body; for, after
all, those who had entered formed but a small party, and were
unaccompanied by infantry. So completely panic-stricken, however, had
our men become, that it was found impossible to make head against the
Spaniards; indeed, a considerable number of them had fled from the town.
Most of the officers, as well as the men, saw that their wisest course
would be to retreat to the southward, where they could join the army.
Thus Popayan once more fell into the hands of the Spaniards.

CHAPTER SEVEN.

DON CASSIODORO CONCEALS MY FATHER AND ME--FEARFUL TREATMENT OF THE
INHABITANTS BY THE SPANISH SOLDIERY--I VISIT OUR HOUSE IN DISGUISE--MR.
LAFFAN'S MODE OF PRESERVING THE HOUSE--I MEET PAUL LOBO IN DISGUISE--
NEWS OF MY RELATIONS--HE GOES TOWARDS OUR HOME--I VISIT THE MARKET--
NEARLY BETRAY MYSELF--PAUL TELLS US THAT DR. CAZALLA AND THE MONTEVERDES
ARE MADE PRISONERS AND SENT TO BOGOTA--PLANS FOR RESCUING THEM--I RETURN
TO DON CASSIODOROS--MY FATHER DETERMINES TO SEND MR. LAFFAN AND ME TO
BOGOTA--THE SPANIARDS SEARCH FOR MY FATHER--OUR HOST CONCEALS HIM AND
ME--I RETURN TO OUR HOUSE AND PREPARE WITH MR. LAFFAN FOR OUR
EXPEDITION--I GO BACK TO DON CASSIODORO'S, AND ASSUME THE CHARACTER OF A
YOUNG ENGLISH MILORD--THE DOMINIE AND I, ATTENDED BY DOMINGO AND LION,
START FROM THE HOTEL--JOURNEY ALONG THE VALLEY OF THE CAUCA--STOP AT
CALLI.

A reign of terror now commenced in Popayan. The city was filled with
Spanish troops, which took up their quarters in the houses lately
occupied by the Patriots. A considerable number of the latter made
their escape, but numbers were cut down in the streets, and others were
captured and thrust into prison. The square was liter