Late one night, looking dirty and wearing torn clothes, Dad returned to Mexico City. He announced that the Montezuma treasure was not found. We were without funds and liable for the money borrowed from the bank. If we did not leave the country post haste, he would end up in jail. The neighbors were soon aware of dad's return and joined the discussion. It was decided that we leave immediately. Everyone in the rooming house gave us money in exchange for our two beds, a couple of chairs, a radio, most of our clothes and four chickens we kept up in the roof. We left the house shortly after midnight so that we would not encounter anyone from the bank. It was a long walk to the train depot but it was easy for there was no luggage except for dad's tools and a few things in a pillowcase. But there was the apprenhension that we would be caught. At the station it was good to see it virtually empty. The conductor allowed us to board the train to Mazatlan which was as far as we could get with our limited finances.