The mothers, wherever it was possible, slept also.

The guides were a little apart, listening and smoking.

If they spoke, it was only in monosyllables.

Rest was so much more needed than food that little or no attempt was made to cook until near sundown.
At dawn next morning--nay, a little before dawn--when all was chill, and gray, and misty, and there was not a sound but the wailing of a sick child, the Senora touched her daughters.

Her voice was strange to them; her face solemnly happy.
"Antonio! Isabel! I HAVE SEEN JUAN! I HAVE SEEN JUAN! My eyes were shut, but I have seen him.