"We hear the Alamo callin'.

Into the river, boys, but keep your weapons an' ammunition dry." Their horses, urged into the water, swam to the other bank, and, without looking back the three rode for San Antonio de Bexar.
* * * * * While the Panther, Obed White and Will Allen were riding over the prairie, Ned Fulton sat once more with his friend.

Davy Crockett, in one of the adobe buildings.

Night had come, and they heard outside the fitful crackle of rifle fire, but they paid no attention to it.

Travis, at a table with a small tallow candle at his elbow, was writing his last message.
Ned was watching the commander as he wrote.