Now he resolved to see what could be accomplished by will.

He undertook to forget the water, and at times he succeeded, but, despite his greatest efforts, the Teotihuacan would come back now and then with the most astonishing vividness.

Although he was lying on the serape with bushes and shrubs all around, there was the river visible to the eye of imagination, brighter, fresher and more sparkling than ever.

He could not control his fancy, but will ruled the body and he did not stir from his place for hours.

The sun beat fiercely upon him and the thin bushes and shrubs afforded little protection.