Then I leave, and I go there! Look, the horsemen!" He extended his hand, and Ned saw his eyes kindling.

The Mexican cavalry were filing out in the dim dawn, troop after troop, the early light falling across the blades of the lances, spurs and bridles jingling.

All rode well, and they made a thrilling picture, as they rode steadily on, curving about the old fortress.
"I shall soon be with them," said Urrea in a tone of pride.

"We shall see that not a single one of your Texans escapes from the Alamo." Ned felt that choking in his throat again, but he deemed it wiser to keep silent.

They were going toward the main plaza now, and he saw masses of troops gathered in the streets.