But when she awoke at the gray dawn of the next day, she awoke with a different spirit.

She had regained herself.

She rose quietly, and looked out towards the city.
The black flag from the Alamo and the Missions hung above it.

She looked at the ominous standards, and then the tears sprang to her eyes; she lifted her face and her hands to heaven, and a few words, swifter than light, sprang from her soul into the ear of the Eternal Father of Spirits.
The answer came with the petition--came with the crack of rifle shots; precise, regular, unceasing.
"Oh God! I thank Thee! Lord of Hosts, Thou art a great multitude! Isabel! Isabel! The Americans are attacking the city! Our father will fight his way back to his home! Fray Ignatius can not come to-day.

Oh, I am so happy! So happy! Listen! How the Mexicans are shouting! They are cheering on the men! What a turmoil!" "Jesu, Maria, have mercy!" cried Isabel, clasping her crucifix and falling upon her knees.
"Oh, Isabel, pray for our father, that his angel may overshadow him with strong wings." "And Luis ?" "And Luis, and Thomas, and Jack, and Dare.