Crockett, just come to Texas, took no command and sought to keep in the background, but he was too famous and experienced a man not to be taken at once by Travis and Bowie into their councils.

They were discussing now the possibility of getting help.
"We might send messengers to the towns further east," said Travis, "and at least get a few men here in time." "We need a good many," said Bowie.

"According to Mr.Crockett the Mexican army is large, and the population here is unfriendly." "That is so," said Travis, "and we have women and children of our own to protect." It was when he spoke the last words that they heard the clatter of hoofs and saw Ned dashing down the narrow street toward the Main Plaza.

They heard him trying to shout, but his voice was now so hoarse that he could not be understood.
But Ned, though growing weaker fast, knew two of the men.

He could never forget the fair-haired Bowie nor the swarthy Crockett, and he galloped straight toward them.