In the intervals he saw the walls of the church a sheet of flame, and he saw the Mexicans falling by dozens and scores upon the plain.

He knew that at the short range the Texan rifles never missed, and that the hail of their bullets was cutting through the Mexican ranks like a fire through dry grass.
"God, how they fight!" he heard one of the generals--he never knew which--exclaim.
Then he saw the officers rushing about, shouting to the men, striking them with the flats of their swords and urging them on.

The Mexican army responded to the appeal, lifted itself up and continued its rush.

The fire from the Alamo seemed to Ned to increase.

The fortress was a living flame.