As I entered, four young men who were reclining by the fire slightly altered their attitudes of perfect repose, but beyond that betrayed neither curiosity nor interest.

A hound started from a dark corner with a growl, but was immediately kicked by the old man into obscurity, and silenced again.

I can't tell why, but I instantly received the impression that for a long time the group by the fire had not uttered a word or moved a muscle.

Taking a seat, I briefly stated my business.
Was a United States surveyor.

Had come on account of the Espiritu Santo Rancho.