Then he saw Obed's tall figure striding down the slope in the dusk, and he went forward to meet him.
"I suppose you've spent the afternoon sleeping," said Obed.
"I might have done so, but we had a visitor." "A visitor?
What kind of a visitor ?" "A jaguar.

He wanted to eat our horse and as the horse could not get away, being tethered strongly, I had to shoot his jaguarship." He showed Obed the body, and his comrade approved highly of the shot.
"And now for the history of my own life and adventures during the afternoon," said Obed.

"The country to the eastward is not rough, and I made good time through it.

Sure enough the army of Cos is there, about five miles away, camped in a plain.

It was beaten about a good deal by the storm, and it keeps poor guard, because it is in its own country far from any expected foe, and because the Mexicans are Mexicans.