It was Crockett, gone mad with battle, and the Mexicans who pressed in recoiled before the deadly sweep of the clubbed rifle.

Some were awed by the terrific figure, dripping blood, and wholly unconscious of danger.
"Forward!" cried a Mexican officer, and one of his men went down with a shattered skull.

The others shrank back again, but a new figure pressed into the ring.

It was that of the younger Urrea.

At the last moment he had left the cavalry and joined in the assault.
"Don't come within reach of his blows!" he cried.