He wanted to be back there with Crockett and Bowie and Travis and the others.

The water came into his eyes, and unconsciously he pulled hard at the iron bars.
He remained there a long time, listening to the sounds.

Once he heard a trumpet, and its note in the night was singularly piercing.

He knew that it was a signal, probably for the moving of a regiment still closer to the Alamo.

But there were no shots from either the Mexicans or the mission.