It is three leagues from Mexico to San Angel. The road runs through meadows and fields of magueys. Except the lone _pulqueria_, at the corner where a cross-path leads to the hacienda of Narvarte, there is not a house before reaching the bridge of Coyoacan. Here there is a cluster of buildings--"fabricas"--that, during the stay of our army, had been occupied by a regiment. Before arriving at this point we saw no one; and here only people who, waked from their sleep by the tread of our horses, had not the curiosity to follow us. San Angel is a mile further up the hill. Before entering the village we divided into five parties, each to be guided by one of the girls. L----'s vengeance was especially directed toward the _ci-devant_ lover of his betrothed. She herself, knowing his residence, was to be our guide. Proceeding through narrow lanes, we arrived in a suburb of the village, and halted before a house of rather stylish appearance. We had dismounted outside the town, leaving our horses in charge of a guard. It was very dark, and we clustered around the door. One knocked--a voice was heard from within--Rafaela recognized it as that of the ruffian himself. The knock was repeated, and one of the party who spoke the language perfectly, called out: "Open the door! Open, Don Pedro!" "Who is it?" asked the voice. "_Yo_," (I) was the simple reply. This is generally sufficient to open the door of a Mexican house, and Don Pedro was heard within, moving toward the "Saguan." The next moment the great door swung back on its hinges, and the ruffian was dragged forth. He was a swarthy, fierce-looking fellow--from what I could see in the dim light--and made a desperate resistance, but he was in the hands of men who soon overpowered and bound him. We did not delay a moment, but hurried back to the place where we had left our horses. As we passed through the streets, men and women were running from house to house, and we heard voices and shots in the distance. On reaching our rendezvous, we found our comrades, all of whom had succeeded in making their capture. There was no time to be lost; there might be troops in the village--though we saw none--but whether or not, there were "leperos" enough to assail us. We did not give them time to muster. Mounting ourselves and our prisoners we rode off at a rapid pace, and were soon beyond the danger of pursuit.