After wrangling for an hour, we shook the dust of Papalo literally from our feet, and started to walk to Cuicatlan, telling the town authorities that our burdens must be taken by _mozos_ to the _cabecera_ before three o'clock, and that we should pay nothing for the service.

Probably we should not have been so ready to take this heroic action if we had not remembered that the road was down hill all the way, and good walking.

Still, fifteen miles is fifteen miles, and the sun was hot, and though we left at 8:30, it was two o'clock before we entered Cuicatlan.

We had no adventures by the way, except the killing of a coral snake which lay in the middle of the road.

At three the _mozos_ with their burdens arrived, and felt it very hard that we kept our promise of paying nothing for their service..