Their manner made no impression upon Ned then, but he recalled the fact afterward.
The boy became quickly unconscious of everything except the charge of the Mexicans and the Alamo.

He no longer remembered that he was a prisoner.

He no longer remembered anything about himself.

The cruel throb of that murderous tune, the Deguelo, beat upon the drums of his ears, and mingled with it came the sound of the charging Mexicans, the beat of their feet, the clank of their arms, and the shouts of their officers.
Whatever may be said of the herded masses of the Mexican troops, the Mexican officers were full of courage.

They were always in advance, waving their swords and shouting to their men to come on.