The Mexican rifles or muskets were now empty, but the Mexican lancers came on in good order and in an almost solid group, the yellow sunlight flashing across the long blades of their lances.
It takes a great will to face sharp steel in the hands of horsemen thundering down upon you, and Ned was quite willing to own afterward that every nerve in him was jumping, but he stood.

All stood, and at the command of Bowie their rifles flashed together in one tremendous explosion.
The rifles discharged, the Texans instantly snatched out their pistols, ready for anything that might come galloping through the smoke.

But nothing came.

When the smoke lifted they saw that the entire front of the Mexican column was gone.

Fallen men and horses were thick on the plain and long lances lay across them.