It was very dark, and the cold rain fell with a steadiness and insistence that sought and finally found every opening in one's clothing.

Even the stalking three drew their serapes closer, and shivered a little.
The two sentinels who did not sleep were together on the south side of the glade.

Evidently they wished the company of each other.

They were now some distance from the dark little shed toward which the Panther was leading his comrades, and their whole energies were absorbed in an attempt to light two cigarritos, which would soothe and strengthen them as they kept their rainy and useless watch.
The three completed the segment of the circle and reached the little shed which had become such an object of importance to the Panther.
"Don't you see ?" said the Panther, his grim joy showing in his tone.
They saw, and they shared his satisfaction.

The Mexicans had stacked their rifles and muskets under the shed, where they would be protected from the rain.
"It's queer what foolish things men do in war," said Obed.