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It
might
be
expected
that
he
would
have
shut
to
the
latter
on
the
instant
;
but
he
did
not
.
It
was
the
only
aperture
,
excepting
some
holes
arising
from
dilapidation
,
by
which
light
was
admitted
into
the
interior
of
the
jacalé
;
and
light
he
wanted
,
to
enable
him
to
carry
out
the
design
that
had
summoned
him
to
his
feet
.
The
grey
dawn
,
just
commencing
to
creep
in
through
the
open
doorway
,
scarce
sufficed
for
his
purpose
;
and
it
was
only
after
a
good
while
spent
in
groping
about
,
interspersed
with
a
series
of
stumblings
,
and
accompanied
by
a
string
of
profane
exclamations
,
that
he
succeeded
in
finding
that
he
was
searching
for
:
a
large
two-headed
gourd
,
with
a
strap
around
its
middle
,
used
as
a
canteen
for
carrying
water
,
or
more
frequently
mezcal
.
The
odour
escaping
from
its
uncorked
end
told
that
it
had
recently
contained
this
potent
spirit
;
but
that
it
was
now
empty
,
was
announced
by
another
profane
ejaculation
that
came
from
the
lips
of
its
owner
,
as
he
made
the
discovery
.
"
Sangre
de
Cristo
!
"
he
cried
,
in
an
accent
of
angry
disappointment
,
giving
the
gourd
a
shake
to
assure
himself
of
its
emptiness
.
"
Not
a
drop
--
not
enough
to
drown
a
chiga
!
And
my
tongue
sticking
to
my
teeth
.
My
throat
feels
as
if
I
had
bolted
a
brazero
of
red-hot
charcoal
.
Por
Dios
!
I
ca
n't
stand
it
.
What
's
to
be
done
?
Daylight
?
It
is
.
I
must
up
to
the
pueblita
.
It
's
possible
that
Señor
Doffer
may
have
his
trap
open
by
this
time
to
catch
the
early
birds
.
If
so
,
he
'll
find
a
customer
in
the
Coyote
.
Ha
,
ha
,
ha
!
"
Slinging
the
gourd
strap
around
his
neck
,
and
thrusting
his
head
through
the
slit
of
his
serapé
,
he
set
forth
for
the
village
.
The
tavern
was
but
a
few
hundred
yards
from
his
hut
,
on
the
same
side
of
the
river
,
and
approachable
by
a
path
,
that
he
could
have
travelled
with
his
eyes
under
"
tapojos
.
"
In
twenty
minutes
after
,
he
was
staggering
past
the
sign-post
of
the
"
Rough
and
Ready
.
"
He
chanced
to
be
in
luck
.
Oberdoffer
was
in
his
bar-room
,
serving
some
early
customers
--
a
party
of
soldiers
who
had
stolen
out
of
quarters
to
swallow
their
morning
dram
.
"
Mein
Gott
,
Mishter
Dees
!
"
said
the
landlord
,
saluting
the
newly
arrived
guest
,
and
without
ceremony
forsaking
six
credit
customers
,
for
one
that
he
knew
to
be
cash
.
"
Mein
Gott
!
is
it
you
I
sees
so
early
ashtir
?
I
knowsh
vat
you
vant
.
You
vant
your
pig
coord
fill
mit
ze
Mexican
spirits
--
ag
--
ag
--
vat
you
call
it
?
"
"
Aguardiente
!
You
've
guessed
it
,
cavallero
.
That
's
just
what
I
want
.
"
"
A
tollar
--
von
tollar
ish
the
price
.
"
