It seemed as if a dew touched his face, delicious, soothing like drops of rain in the burning desert.
He rose and stretched his stiffened limbs.

Overhead spread the dark, cool sky, and the bright stars were coming out, one by one.

After the first few moments of relief he heard the cry for water again.

Despite the night and the coming chill he knew that it would make itself heard often and often, and he began to study the possibilities of a descent.
But he saw the fires spread out again on all sides of the Pyramid of the Sun and the Pyramid of the Moon and flame thickly along the Calle de los Muertos.

It did not seem that he could pass even on the blackest night.
He moved over toward the northern edge of the pyramid, and stood under the palm which he had noticed in the day.