But he could infer from Santa Anna's well-known energy and ability that it would come quickly.
Between the slit left by the brim of his sombrero and his serape he watched the great fires die slowly.

Most of the Mexicans were asleep now, and their figures were growing indistinct in the shadows.

But Ned, rising, slouched forward, imitating the gait of the laziest of the Mexicans.

Yet his eyes were always watching shrewdly through the slit.
Very little escaped his notice.

He went along the entire Mexican line and then back again.