He judged that the sentinels would not watch well.

For what must they watch, there in the heart of their own country?
But as he approached the bottom he saw two of these sentinels walking back and forth, their bayonets reflecting a flicker now and then from the flames.

He saw also five or six large white tents, and he was quite sure that the largest sheltered at that instant Martin Perfecto de Cos, whom he wished very much to avoid.

He intended, when he reached the bottom, to keep as close as he could in the shadow of the pyramid, and then seek the other side of the Teotihuacan.
The rain was still blown about by the wind, and it was very cold.

But the influence of both wind and rain were inspiring to the boy.