He is a Cuicatec, who married a Chinatec wife.

He is little, but important.

He ever carries a queer old sword.
When he first appeared before us, he impressively said, "_No tengas cuidado_" (Have no care.) He told us that our comfort and our orders should be cared for, even though we were in a pueblo of mere brutes, unreasoning beings; he should charge himself and the officials with our needs.

There were scarce three hours of daylight in the afternoon, and night set in chilly and damp.

Meantime, the _secretario_, the _segundo_, the _presidente_ and the _topils_, all had disappeared.