They were all waiting, waiting.
The afternoon drew its slow length away in almost dead silence, and the night came on rather blacker than usual.

Then the word was passed for all to assemble in the courtyard.

They gathered there, Bowie dragging his sick body with the rest.

Every defender of the Alamo was present.
The cannon and the walls were for a moment deserted, but the Mexicans without did not know it.
There are ineffaceable scenes in the life of every one, scenes which, after the lapse of many years, are as vivid as of yesterday.

Such, the last meeting of the Texans, always remained in the mind of Ned.