He knew at once that the best of the Mexican sharpshooters had hidden themselves there, and had opened fire not with muskets, but with improved rifles.

He called Crockett's attention to this point of danger and the frontiersman grew very serious.
"We've got to get 'em out some way or other," he said.

"As I said before, the cannon balls make a big fuss, but they don't come so often an' they come at random.

It's the little bullets that have the sting of the wasp, an' when a man looks down the sights, draws a bead on you, an' sends one of them lead pellets at you, he gen'rally gets you.

Ned, we've got to drive them fellers out of there some way or other." The bullets from the jacals now swept the walls and the truth of Crockett's words became painfully evident.