While giving the pack-train a much-needed rest of a day in a grassy spot, we woke next morning to find five of our animals missing.

As three of the lot were the property of my men, they were most eagerly looked for.

The track led up a steep ridge, over very rough country, which the Mexicans followed, however, until it suddenly ran up against a mountain wall; and there the mules were found in something like a natural corral.
Not until then did our guide inform me that there lived at Calaveras (skulls), only three miles from where we were stopping, a band of seven robbers and their chief, Pedro Chaparro, who was at that time well-known throughout this part of the Tarahumare country.

I had no further experience with him, but later heard much of this man, who was one of a type now rapidly disappearing in Mexico.

He did not confine his exploits to the Mexicans, but victimised also the Indians whenever he got an opportunity, and there are many stories in circulation about him.
On one occasion he masqueraded as a padre, a black mackintosh serving as his priestly garb.