"There's great work for you to do!" "Why, what is it ?" exclaimed the boy, springing to his feet.
"It's your friends, Roylston, an' that man, the Panther, you've been tellin' me about," replied Crockett in quick tones.

"While you were asleep a Mexican, friendly to us, sneaked a message over the wall, sayin' that Roylston, the Panther, an' others were layin' to the east with a big force not more'n twenty miles away--not Fannin's crowd, but another one that's come down from the north.

They don't know whether we're holdin' out yet or not, an' o' course they don't want to risk destruction by tryin' to cut through the Mexican army to reach us when we ain't here.

The Mexican dassent go out of San Antonio.

He won't try it, 'cause, as he says, it's sure death for him, an' so somebody must go to Roylston with the news that we're still alive, fightin' an' kickin'.
Colonel Travis has chose you, an' you've got to go.