They had been lax in their watch and careless of the future, faults frequent in irregular troops, but in the presence of overwhelming danger they showed not the least fear of death.
They reached the Alamo side of the river.

Before them they saw the hewn stone walls of the mission rising up in the form of a cross and facing the river and the town.

It certainly seemed welcome to a little band of desperate men who were going to fight against overwhelming odds.

Ned also saw not far away the Mexican cavalry advancing in masses.

The foremost groups were lancers, and the sun glittered on the blades of their long weapons.
Ned believed that Urrea was somewhere in one of these leading groups.
Urrea he knew was full of skill and enterprise, but his heart filled with bitterness against him.