He was absorbed in the great tomb of the Alamo.

Here, despite the recent work of the cannon, all things looked familiar.

He could mark the very spots where he had stood and talked with Crockett or Bowie.

He knew how the story of the immortal defence would spread like fire throughout Texas and beyond.

When he should tell how he had seen the faces of the heroes, every heart must leap.
He wandered back to the church, where the curious still crowded.