The school-teacher interested himself in our welfare, securing for us a real sleeping-room with cots, putting our horses into the corridor of the schoolhouse, and arranging for our meals.

Chocolate and bread were at once furnished, and at eight o'clock a good supper was sent to our room.

In the _plaza_ outside, the wind was blowing a hurricane and the cold cut like a knife; but the house in which we slept was tight and warm.

In the morning, we found the wild weather still continuing.

It had been out of the question to send _mozos_ to San Miguel the night before, and it seemed wicked to start them out in such a storm of wind, fog, rain and cold.