He spoke sympathizingly to Crockett, who stood in an angle of the fort, with his shattered rifle in his right hand, and his massive knife, dripping with blood, in his left.

His face was gashed, his white hair crimson with blood; but a score of Mexicans, dead and dying, were around him.

At his side was Travis, but so exhausted that he was scarcely alive.
"Castrillon could not kill these heroes.

He asked their lives of Santa Anna, who stood with a scowling, savage face in this last citadel of his foes.

For answer, he turned to the men around him, and said, with a malignant emphasis: 'Fire!' It was the last volley.