Consenting that he should accompany, we began to seek a _mozo_, as guide to Chila.

With difficulty, and some loss of time, one was found who would undertake the business for two pesos.

In vain a Jew peddler standing by and the station agent remonstrated with the man; two pesos was a full week's wages; it was ridiculous to demand such a price for guiding two foot travellers to Chila.

He admitted that two pesos might be a week's wages; but he did not have to go to Chila and if we wanted him to do so we must pay his price.

We capitulated, the station agent loaned us a revolver, we left our friends behind us and started on our journey.