They did not return until twilight, and the others were already waiting placidly while Juana prepared their food.

None of them could read; they had little; their life was of the most primitive, but Ned noticed that they never spoke cross words to one another.

They seemed to him to be entirely content.
After supper they sat on the ground in front of the adobe hut.

The evening was clear and already many stars were coming into a blue sky.
The surface of the lake was silver, rippling lightly.

Benito smoked luxuriously.
"I saw this afternoon a friend of mine, Miguel Lampridi," he said after a while.