Ned believed that he recognized Urrea in the figure of their leader, but the distance was too great for certainty.

But when he spoke of it to Crockett the Tenesseean borrowed Travis' field glasses.
"Take these," he said, "an' if it's that beloved enemy of yours you can soon tell." The boy, with the aid of the glasses, recognized Urrea at once.

The young leader in the uniform of a Mexican captain and with a cocked and plumed hat upon his head sat his horse haughtily.

Ned knew that he was swelling with pride and that he, like Santa Anna, expected the trap to shut down on the little band of Texans in a day or two.

He felt some bitterness that fate should have done so much for Urrea.
"I judge by your face," said Crockett whimsically, "that it is Urrea.
But remember, Ned, that you can still be hated and live long." "It is indeed Urrea," said Ned.