We reshouldered our packs. We鈥檇 been on the climb for nearly five straight hours, but we had tokeep racing the sun if we were going to have a chance of fording the river before dark. Caballotook point, while the rest of us shuffled into single file among the Tarahumara. I tried to put myselflast so I wouldn鈥檛 slow down the parade, but Silvino wouldn鈥檛 hear of it. He wouldn鈥檛 move till Imoved first. He had nearly settled down to this conclusion when he received a letter from his father which made his decision final. If the prison rules had been interpreted strictly, he would not have been allowed to have this letter for another three months, as he had already heard from me, but the governor took a lenient view, and considered the letter from me to be a business communication hardly coming under the category of a letter from friends. Theobald鈥檚 letter therefore was given to his son. It ran as follows: In writing these pages, which, for the want of a better name, I shall be fain to call the autobiography of so insignificant a person as myself, it will not be so much my intention to speak of the little details of my private life, as of what I, and perhaps others round me, have done in literature; of my failures and successes such as they have been, and their causes; and of the opening which a literary career offers to men and women for the earning of their bread. And yet the garrulity of old age, and the aptitude of a man鈥檚 mind to recur to the passages of his own life, will, I know, tempt me to say something of myself 鈥?nor, without doing so, should I know how to throw my matter into any recognised and intelligible form. That I, or any man, should tell everything of himself, I hold to be impossible. Who could endure to own the doing of a mean thing? Who is there that has done none? But this I protest:鈥?that nothing that I say shall be untrue. I will set down naught in malice; nor will I give to myself, or others, honour which I do not believe to have been fairly won. My boyhood was, I think, as unhappy as that of a young gentleman could well be, my misfortunes arising from a mixture of poverty and gentle standing on the part of my father, and from an utter want on my part of the juvenile manhood which enables some boys to hold up their heads even among the distresses which such a position is sure to produce. Of course, there was one way Fisher could ease the media pressure on Team Tarahumara: he couldshut up. No one had ever mentioned Tarahumara machismo until Fisher began telling reportersabout it. 鈥淭hey don鈥檛 lose to women,鈥?he said. 鈥淎nd they don鈥檛 plan to start now.鈥?It was afascinating revelation鈥攅specially to the Tarahumara, who wouldn鈥檛 have known what he wastalking about. av激情网-欢迎您!! Manuel Luna鈥檚 genial smile disappeared and his face hardened into oak. Juan Herrera adjusted hisRockport cap and shifted his feet in his new $110 screaming-yellow Rockports with the thickhiking-boot sole. Martimano Cervantes huddled inside his cape in the freezing Rocky Mountainnight. Ann Trason stepped in front of all of them, shook herself loose, and stared into the darknessahead. 鈥淎nd so have I. 鈥楢ll for Love and the World Well Lost.鈥?That鈥檚 the title of an old play, isn鈥檛 it? I can understand it. I would give my soul for it. But it happens once in a blue moon. Meanwhile one has to live. And connubiality and maternity in a little lost hole in Nowhere like this aren鈥檛 life.鈥? Once word hit the grapevine that Jurek might be going toe-to-toe with the Tarahumara, other ultraaces suddenly wanted a piece of the action. But there was no telling how many would really showup鈥攁nd that included the star attraction himself.