Unable to walk, he had received at his request two pistols, and now he was firing them as fast as he could pull the triggers and reload.
"Shoot him! Shoot him at once!" cried Urrea.
His own pistol was empty now, but a dozen musket balls were fired into the room.

Bowie, hit twice, nevertheless raised himself upon his elbow, aimed a pistol with a clear eye and a steady hand, and pulled the trigger.

A Mexican fell, shot through the heart, but another volley of musket balls was discharged at the Georgian.

Struck in both head and heart he suddenly straightened out and lay still upon the cot.

Thus died the famous Bowie.
Mrs.Dickinson and her baby had been hidden in the arched room on the other side for protection.