As the sun neared setting, we reached the summit and found ourselves close by the station of Las Sedas, the highest point upon the Mexican Southern Railway.

We had there expected to overtake the others of our party, but found that they had hurried on.

It was a serious question whether we should try to overtake them.

It had been wisdom to have stayed the night where we were.

In this uncertainty, we met an indian boy driving mules toward Oaxaca, who volunteered the information that he had met our companions, who were just ahead, and that we would soon overtake them.