I hate these Texans.

I shall be glad to see them annihilated." The young officer whom he called Ramon laughed.
"If what I hear be true, Francisco," he said, "you have cause to hate them.

There was a boy, Fulton, that wild buffalo of a man, whom they call the Panther, and another who defeated some of your finest plans." Urrea flushed, but controlled his temper.
"It is true, Ramon," he replied.

"The third man I can tell you is called Obed White, and they are a clever three.

I hate them, but it hurts my pride less to be defeated by them than by any others whom I know." "Well spoken, Urrea," said a third man, "but since these three are fighters and will stay to meet us, it is a certainty that our general will scoop them into his net.