He worked hour after hour.

His face became flushed with the heat, but with pride he watched his heap of bullets grow.
Crockett at last said they had done enough for one day, and Ned was glad when they went outside and breathed the fresh air again.

There was no firing at that time, and they climbed once more upon the church wall.
Ned looked out upon the scene, every detail of which was so familiar to him now.

But conspicuous, and seeming to dominate all, was the blood-red flag of no quarter floating from the tower of the church of San Fernando.

Wind and rain had not dimmed its bright color.