room burned on. Then the Mexican drove him
into the stable. But not even now did he abandon
his vigil. He entered his box-stall, with its tiny
square window, and fixed his troubled gaze again
upon the house. The sky was bright with coming
day. From somewhere arose the crow of a rooster.
Out on the river trail a team plodded slowly to
market.

But the light in the room was still burning.

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