From that point he knew he could see the _Southern Cross_ lying at anchor in the roadstead. She was there, sure enough, nearly a mile out, and he was puzzling his wits for a pretext to hire a boat and board her without attracting notice when chance solved the problem for him.
Two men passed. They were talking English, and he heard one addressing the other by name.
"Tell you what, Sturgess," the speaker was saying, "I'd be hull down on Cartagena to-night if the skipper would only bring up at Valparaiso. But his first port of call is Buenos Ayres, and I've got to make Valparaiso before I see good old New York again, so here I'm fixed till a coasting steamer comes along. Great Cæsar's ghost, I wish I were going with you!"
The second man, Sturgess, was carrying a suitcase, and the two were evidently making for a short pier which supplied landing places for small craft at various stages of the tide.
Maseden quickened his pace, overtook them, and said in Spanish that he wished to book a passage to Buenos Ayres on the _Southern Cross_, and, if the Señor Americano would permit him to board the vessel in his boat, he (Maseden) would gladly carry the bag to the pier.
Sturgess evidently did not understand Spanish, and asked his companion to interpret. He laughed on hearing the queer offer.
"Guess I can handle the grip myself, and the gallant _vaquero_ is pretty well loaded with his own outfit," he said, "but he is welcome to a trip on my catamaran, if it's of any service."
Maseden, however, insisted on giving some return for the favor, and secured the suitcase. Now, if any sharp-eyed watcher on the pier saw him, he would pass as the traveler's servant.
Within half an hour he was aboard the ship, and had bargained for a spare berth in the forecastle with the crew. He would be compelled to rough it, and remain as dirty and disheveled as possible until the ship reached Buenos Ayres. Obviously, no matter what his personal wrongs might be, he could not make the captain of the _Southern Cross_ a party to the escape from Cartagena of the man who had nearly succeeded in ridding the republic of its president.
But the prospect of hard fare and worse accommodations did not trouble him at all. He had nearly ten thousand dollars in his pockets. If the note sent through Lopez to the American Consul was acted on promptly, a further sum of fifteen thousand dollars lying to his credit in a local bank was now in safe keeping.