All the Texans are stubborn.

But I do not need any information from you.

I shall crush the Alamo, as my fingers would smash an eggshell." "But your fingers will be pierced deep," Ned could not keep from replying.

"They will run blood." "Be that as it may," said Santa Anna, who, great in some things, was little enough to taunt an enemy in his power, "you will not live to see it.

I am about to give orders to have you shot within an hour." His lips wrinkled away from his white teeth like those of a great cat about to spring, and his cruel eyes contracted.