He saw the sun set, and the gray and silent Alamo sink away into the darkness.

Then he slipped from the roof, anxious to be away before the town was illuminated.

He had no difficulty at all in passing unnoticed through the streets, and he made his way straight for the Alamo.
He was reckoning very shrewdly now.

He knew that the superstitious Mexicans would avoid the mission at night as a place thronged with ghosts, and that Santa Anna would not need to post any guard within those walls.

He would pass through the inclosures, then over the lower barriers by which the Mexicans had entered, and thence into the darkness beyond.
It seemed to him the best road to escape, and he had another object also in entering the Alamo.