He had been with those men almost to the last day of the siege, and he had understood their spirit.
He was not noticed in the crush.

Santa Anna and the generals were running into the church, and he followed them.

Here he saw the Texan dead, and he saw also a curious crowd standing around a fallen form.

He pressed into the ring and his heart gave a great throb of grief.
It was Crockett, lying upon his back, his body pierced by many wounds.
Ned had known that he would find him thus, but the shock, nevertheless, was terrible.

Yet Crockett's countenance was calm.