It was so dark now that a human figure fifty feet away blended with the dusk, and the ground, softened by the rain, gave back no sound of footsteps.

Nevertheless they saw on their right a field which showed a few signs of cultivation, and they surmised that Urrea had made his camp at the lone hut of some peon.
They reckoned right.

They came to clumps of trees, and in an opening inclosed by them was a low adobe hut, from the open door of which a light shone.

They knew that Urrea and his officers had taken refuge there from the rain and cold and, under the boughs of the trees or beside the fire, they saw the rest of the band sheltering themselves as best they could.

The prisoners, their hands bound, were in a group in the open, where the slow, cold rain fell steadily upon them.