The next moment other combatants came between, and Urrea dashed away in search of a fresh horse.

Ned, his blood on fire, was rushing after him, when Bowie seized his arm and pulled him back.
"No further, Ned!" he cried.

"We've scattered their cavalry and we must get back into the Alamo or the whole Mexican army will be upon us!" Ned heard far away the beat of flying hoofs.

It was made by the horses of the Mexican cavalry fleeing for their lives.

Bowie quickly gathered together his men, and carrying with them two who had been slain in the fight they retreated rapidly to the Alamo, the Texan cannon firing over their heads at the advancing Mexican infantry.