Some of his less-intoxicated friends restrained him, and Ernst, concluding that the moment was not propitious, returned to me.
After other fruitless efforts to get food for ourselves and animals we resigned ourselves to our fate, and lay down upon the stone floor of the corridor outside the _meson_, with a crowd of sleeping indians as companions.
Very early in the morning, all the town officials, except the _presidente_, came to apologize for the occurrence of the night.

They announced that the _presidente_, realizing what he had done, had taken to the mountains, and asked what they could do for us.

We ordered fodder for our hungry beasts, food for ourselves, and a place of shelter.

The town-house was offered to us, and we were moved into those quarters with due ceremony.
Although we stayed several days at Juquila, the _presidente_ did not return, during our presence, to resume his duties of office.

We were, however, well treated.