It would not profit Texas for us to ride on with our rifles merely to be slaughtered.
There will be other battles and other sieges, and we shall be needed." "Does that mean we're not goin' on ?" asked the Panther.
"We can't go on." Fannin waved his hand at the yellow and swollen river.
"We must return to Goliad," he said, "I have decided.

Besides, there is nothing else for us to do.

About face, men, and take up the march." The men turned slowly and reluctantly, and the cannon began to plough the mud on the road to Goliad, from which they had come.
The Panther had remounted, and he drew to one side with Will and Obed, who were also on their horses.

His face was glowing with anger.

Never had he looked more tremendous as he sat on his horse, with the water still flowing from him.
"Colonel Fannin," he called out, "you can go back to Goliad, but as for me an' my pardners, Obed White an' Will Allen, we're goin' to Bexar, an' the Alamo." "I have no control over you," said Fannin, "but it would be much better for you three to keep with us." "No," said the Panther firmly.