The Mexicans killed a Texan named Walters at the entrance, and, wild with ferocity, raised his body upon a half dozen bayonets while the blood ran down in a dreadful stream upon those who held it aloft.
Urrea rushed into the room and found the cowering woman and her baby.
The Mexicans followed, and were about to slay them, too, when a gallant figure rushed between.

It was the brave and humane Almonte.

Sword in hand, he faced the savage horde.

He uttered words that made Urrea turn dark with shame and leave the room.

The soldiers were glad to follow.
At the far end of the church a few Texans were left, still fighting with clubbed rifles.