That determination was increased, if possible, by something which happened very soon. One morning, as I was pacing restlessly up and down in my cell, my wife came to me with an order signed by Governor Villa of Chihuahua commanding that I should be transferred from the prison to one of our houses. What did this mean? Had Villa relented toward me?
But one day Villa himself visited the prison and saw my son. Gulllermo "Where is Don Luis?" he asked. Upon learning that I had been transferred, he ordered me imprisoned. One could never foresee nor explain the moods of this tyrant. I had thought to go back to a dungeon, but instead, Villa ordered me and my son placed in a cell in the ward for distinguished prisoners. It was the second day of last August that I was taken back to the penitentiary. The weather was glorious; the city and landscape were all flashing in the summer sun, and I had never felt so strongly the longing for freedom. As I approached the gray pile which had held me within its gloomy grasp for so long and was to immure me for I did not know how much longer, the sense of injustice caused my soul to burn at white heat, and I resolved anew that neither the power of Pancho Villa nor his prison would be able to withhold from me the liberty which by right was mine. I found in the ward set aside for distinguished prisoners Francisco Obregon, a prominent merchant of Guadalajara and the brother of General Alvaro Obregon, later to be Carranza's Minister of War Gulllermo and I occupied the same cell. 