No need of a command from Bowie now.

The Texans picked their targets and fired straight into the dense group.

Once more the front of the Mexican column was shot away, and the lances fell clattering on the plain.
"At 'em, boys, with your pistols!" shouted Bowie.

"Don't give 'em a second chance!" The Texans rushed forward, firing their pistols.

Ned in the smoke became separated from his comrades, and when he could see more clearly he beheld but a single horseman.