When the door was locked, we saw for the first time why the policemen had been so timid.

One of them came limping up to us, crying, and showed his leg.

From its fleshy part a good mouthful of flesh had been cleanly bitten by the madman.

The wound was bleeding profusely, and the poor fellow wrung his hands and cried with pain.
[Illustration: VIEW AT CHICAHUASTLA] We had finished our measurements and photographs, but there had been no sign as yet of the plaster; concluding that Senor Cordova had forgotten his promise, we were prepared to leave town early the next morning.
After dark two men came from Tlaxiaco, one of whom brought sufficient plaster for making two good busts.

This plaster had been brought, in a crude state, twenty miles from the mountains to Tlaxiaco; had been calcined and ground there, by prisoners in the jail, and then sent fifteen miles to us over the mountains.