He went with a sigh to his patient.
"Stabbed with a bayonet through the shoulder--hard riding from Goliad--no food--no rest--that tells the whole story, doctor." It was all he could say.

A fainting fit followed.

Antonia procured some stimulant, and when consciousness returned, assisted her father to dress the wound.

Their own coffee was gone, but she begged a cup from some one more fortunate; and after the young man had drunk it, and had eaten a little bread, he was inclined to make light of his wound and his sufferings.
"Glad to be here at all," he said.

"I think I am the only one out of five hundred." "You cannot mean that you are of Fannin's command ?" "I WAS of Fannin's command.