At night, a wooden platform was brought in for a bed, upon which Louis, Manuel and I slept, while the others made a bed of broad boards upon the floor.

Being behind with his developing, Louis set to work as soon as the lights were out, and kept at it until half-past-one.

Scarcely had he come to bed and promptly fallen asleep, when there was a pounding at the door, which was almost immediately after broken in.

Rising, I called out to see what was wanted, and four or five indians, all very drunk, came staggering in.
The oldest of the party carried a great _machete_, and one of them closely hugged a bottle full of spirits.

After begging pardon for disturbing us, they built a smoky fire, near the drying negatives.
Fearing that their drunken movements and the smoke would work disaster, I made them change their place of rest and fire, moving them to the other end of the room.