It was headed by the village _juez_.
After we had completed the measuring, they stood, shifting their _sombreros_ from hand to hand and plainly wishing to say something further; finally, mustering courage, the _juez_ and _secretario_ advanced and stated that it was the town's desire to have a picture taken of the church, with the saint and people of the village before the door.

Would it be possible for us to make the picture and on what conditions?
We replied that time was precious and that the trip, if it involved a loss of time, was quite impossible; but if they supplied carriers to take the instruments to and from their village, and had all ready before seven in the morning, we would make it.

Delighted, the officials then inquired what we would wish for breakfast; we answered French bread and red wine.

When we looked out of our window, a little before seven, we saw our party ready and waiting.

The _juez_, the _secretario_, and two others made the company.