Off we marched to the large toldo, where all who were awake of Kaiso’s warriors were still talking and shouting.
Seeing what we carried, they welcomed us with a shout and a yell.
Castizo was most liberal in his allowances. Nor did we leave the toldo till every warrior had succumbed.
“I pity their heads in the morning,” I said.
“So do I,” said Castizo, “for this is not rum, but the vilest arrack, brought to the country specially for these poor wretches.”
It is needless to say that there was no sleep for us that night.
Luckily it was fine, so about one o’clock in the morning we silently caught and saddled our horses, and rode away into the forest in the same way as we had come.
We had great difficulty in finding our way, and had to steer by our pocket-compasses. But we got through at last, and before the sun shone over the hills we were far beyond pursuit.
We arrived early in the afternoon, safe and sound, at our Indian camp, and were received with every sign of joy, no one having expected we would ever return from the land of Gualichu.