The clouded moon still favored us.

When we had made the whole circuit, and were passing among the houses on the further side of the town, the moon came out splendidly, but we no longer feared the light.
As we approached a well, near a house, to get a drink, the owner merely glanced at us and went within.

He left the quiet, slumbering town at our mercy.

I record it here proudly, that we didn't do any thing to it.
Seeing no road, we took a tall hill to the left of the distant Acropolis for a mark, and steered straight for it over all obstructions, and over a little rougher piece of country than exists any where else outside of the State of Nevada, perhaps.

Part of the way it was covered with small, loose stones--we trod on six at a time, and they all rolled.