French said he had a pack saddle, with him taking it home, and we could put it on one of our horses, and when we came back to Los Angeles could leave it at a certain saloon or place he named and tell them it belonged to him and to keep it for him.
I have forgotten the name of the man who kept the saloon.

We agreed to this, and bidding our two companions farewell, we turned back again with Mr.French.
When night came we were again at the Mission we had passed on the way down.

We were kindly treated here, for I believe Mr.French told them about us.

They sent an Indian to take our horses, and we sat down beside the great house.

There were many smaller houses, and quite a large piece of ground fenced in by an adobe wall.