Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . otel in Durango of anAmerican who, while prospecting for mines in thesemountains, became separated from his found his body, weeks later, with his revolverlying near his hand. I concluded that my case was notso bad as his, for Wolf-Face, at least, knew where wewere going. The sun was now high overhead. Wolf-Face stoppedat another small stream, and began with clawing ges-tures to simulate eating or rather tearing food. Healso pointed to a slight recess ofif the trail where wemight dismount,
Wanderings in Mexico; the spirited chronicle of adventure in Mexican highways and byways . otel in Durango of anAmerican who, while prospecting for mines in thesemountains, became separated from his found his body, weeks later, with his revolverlying near his hand. I concluded that my case was notso bad as his, for Wolf-Face, at least, knew where wewere going. The sun was now high overhead. Wolf-Face stoppedat another small stream, and began with clawing ges-tures to simulate eating or rather tearing food. Healso pointed to a slight recess ofif the trail where wemight dismount, it being his obvious wish to stop fordinner. For an instant I wavered, being half-famished;but my distrust was strong. With a peremptory Andale! I motioned him on; and on he went, withoccasional furtive, backward glances that taxed my com-posure. I had neglected my watch the night before,so even this remnant of ordinary existence was deniedme; but I judged from the position of the sun itwas about two oclock. As I had not yet eaten amouthful, I drew forth a huge gorda and tried to Over Mexicos mountains on a niuie
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