wriggling on the ground like broken reptiles, unable to rise. Kate used all her will, against this cringing nonsense.
They arrived without ado at Jamiltepec. The place seemed quiet, but normal. An oxen wagon stood empty in the courtyard. There were no soldiers on guard. They had all been withdrawn, against the rebellion. But several peons were moving round, in a desultory fashion. The day was a fiesta, when not much work was doing. In the houses of the peons, the women were patting tortillas, and preparing hot chile sauce, grinding away on the metates. A fiesta! Only the windmill that pumped up water from the lake was spinning quickly, with a little noise.
Kate drove into the yard in silence, and two mozos with guns and belts of cartridges came to talk in low tones to the