It lighted up for the last time the dim figures that stood on the walls of the Alamo.

Ned choked as he saw them there.

He felt the premonition.
Urrea came upon the roof shortly before twilight.

He was not sneering or ironical, and Ned, who had no wish to quarrel at such a time, was glad of it.
"As General Santa Anna told you," said Urrea, "the assault is to be made in overwhelming force early in the morning.

It will succeed, of course.
Nothing can prevent it.