But he faced the Mexican with an appearance of calmness.
"Well," he said, "I am your prisoner." "You are," said Urrea, "and you might have passed, if I had not known your voice.

But I remind you that you come from the Alamo.

You see our flag, and you know its meaning." The black eyes of the Mexican regarded Ned malignantly.

The boy knew that the soul of Urrea was full of wicked triumph.

The officer could shoot him down at that moment, and be entirely within orders.