Other horses, riderless, were galloping away to right and left, and unhorsed men were running to the rear.

But Urrea had escaped unharmed.

Ned saw him trying to reform his shattered force.
"Reload your rifles, men!" shouted Bowie.

"You can be ready for them before they come again!" These were skilled sharpshooters, and they rammed the loads home with startling rapidity.

Every rifle was loaded and a finger was on every trigger when the second charge of Urrea swept down upon them.