He found himself in a very large room inclosed by adobe walls and roofed with brush.

It was full of rude benches, tables, seats.

At one corner a number of kegs and barrels lay side by side in a rack.

A Mexican boy was lighting lamps hung on posts that sustained the log rafters of the roof.
"The only feller who's goin' to put a close eye on you is Benson," said Euchre.

"He runs the place an' sells drinks.