In vain we urged our _mozo_ to hunt for food.

He said that all the houses were empty, and, if perchance one were occupied, no one would turn out so late to supply us.

All were extremely hungry, as we had eaten nothing since morning except a _tortilla_ or two with some eggs as we rode along.

Manuel, Louis and Frank slept in the loft, Ramon and I upon the floor below.

The two _mozos_ with the saddles slept in the other hut.