The attention of his comrades and himself became absorbed in the dice again.

They were throwing the little ivory cubes upon a blanket, and Ned could hear them click as they struck together.
The sharp little sound began to flick his nerves.

Not one to cherish resentment, he nevertheless began to hate Urrea, and he included in that hatred the young men with him.

The Texans were so few and poor.

The Mexicans were so many, and they had the resources of a nation more than two centuries old.
Ned rose by and by and walked on.