Then he pulled up his horse and half fell, half leaped to the ground.

Holding by Old Jack's mane he pulled himself into an erect position.

He was a singular sight The water still fell from his wet hair and dripped from his clothing.

His face was plastered with mud.
"Santa Anna's army, five thousand strong, is not two miles away!" he said.

"I tell you because I have seen it!" "Good God!" cried Bowie.