Having fed our horses and eaten our own supper, I mounted to the loft, despite the advice of all the members of the party, who predicted smoke, heat, mosquitoes, fleas and other trials.

They stayed below.

There is no question that they fared worse from all the sources mentioned than myself.

The woman worked until midnight, making _tortillas_ and cooking chicken for us to carry as luncheon on the road.

We had started by four in the morning, and pushed along over a mountain road.