This meant careful work, for the children were out playing in the dark, their half-naked bodies flashing again and again across the shafts of golden lamp-light, and they had a troop of mongrel dogs with them, leaping and scurrying here and there. He moved like a snake around the house and came to the wash line which he had noted. It made an important link in the chain that he had planned for action, for he thought that he had seen some white shirts and cotton trousers in the lot. He was right. He stripped, trusting the dark stain on his body to keep it from being visible by the starlight, and, in fact, no human eye would have been able to locate him. He dressed rapidly in the clothes that he had found. The shirt was small. The trousers came hardly half the distance between his knees and ankles, so he rolled them up above the knees. Shoes he would have to do without, but for that matter the Mexicans he had seen at work were either barefooted or simply in huarachos. The shirt and trousers would have to serve him.
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