The forest fairly thundered with the echoes of the battle cry, and as the dazed Mexicans rushed for their guns only to find them gone, they thought that the whole Texan army was upon them.

In another instant a new terror struck at their hearts.

Their horses and mules, driven in a frightful stampede, suddenly rushed into the glade and they were now busy keeping themselves from being trampled to death.
Truly the Panther had spent well the few minutes allotted to him.

He fired new shots, some into the frightened herd.

His tremendous voice never ceased for an instant to encourage his charging troops, and to roar out threats against the enemy.