We anxiously watched for the coming of the _mozos_ with our equipment.

The storm, though still raging, was abating, and we could see well down the road.

When, at half past three in the afternoon, there was no sign of either men or fodder, we called the town authorities to account.

We told them that we would wait no longer in a town where our animals could only starve; that they must forward our boxes, plaster and busts promptly to Tehuantepec; that we should hold them responsible for loss or delay, and that all should be delivered at the office of the _jefe_.

Paying no attention to their entreaties that we should wait a little longer for the fodder, which they promised, as they had so many times before, would come soon, we saddled our animals, and at 4:20 left the town.