He heard them once tramping about in the room below him, and then he heard them no more.
Ned remained all the rest of the afternoon upon the roof, not daring to leave his cramped position against the coping.

He felt absolutely safe there from observation, Mexicans would not be prowling through dismantled and abandoned houses at such a time.

Now and then gay shouts came from the streets below.

The Mexicans of Bexar were disturbed little by the great numbers of their people who had fallen at the Alamo.

The dead were from the far valleys of Mexico, and were strangers.
Ned afterward thought that he must have slept a little toward twilight, but he was never sure of it.