Now go, an' God speed you!" Ned recalled afterward that he did not say anything about Roylston's relieving force.

What he thought of then was the deep feeling in Crockett's words.
"I'm coming back," he said, "and I hope to hunt buffalo with you over the plains of a free Texas." "Go! go! Hurry, Ned!" said Crockett.
"Good-by," said Ned, and he dropped lightly to the ground.
He was outside the Alamo after eleven days inside, that seemed in the retrospect almost as many months.

He flattened himself against the wall, and stood there for a minute or two, looking and listening.

He thought he might hear Crockett again inside, but evidently the Tennesseean had gone back at once.

In front of him was only the darkness, pierced by a single light off toward the west.
Ned hesitated.