Our host agreed to pilot us over the indistinct and tortuous bridle-path to the high-road.

Many little mountains, almost artificially regular, arose in the otherwise plain country.

As we rode along the trail we saw the church of Parracho far behind us in the distance.

The latter part of the road, after Cheran was once in sight, seemed hopelessly long, but a little before ten o'clock we pulled up at the _meson_.

We at once made arangements for food for ourselves and the horses, and determined to rest until noon.