As we sat eating supper, we heard an outcry in the direction of the church and jail.

Asking Don Guillermo what might be the cause, he replied that there was probably some trouble at the jail.

We insisted on going to see what might be happening.

Don Guillermo, the plaster-worker, Mariano, Manuel and I, seizing whatever weapons were convenient at hand, started for the jail.
We found an excited crowd gathered around the doorway.

On a log before the door there sat a creature crazy-drunk.