And the words of Lopez had struck a responding chord in his own consciousness.

The careless bravery, the splendid generosity of his countrymen was at least premature.

He went through the city with observing eyes, and saw much to trouble him.
The gates of Alamo were open.

Crockett lounged upon his rifle in the Plaza.

A little crowd was around him, and the big Tennesseean hunter was talking to them.