Santa Anna's army had come.
The mad boy was right.

Two horsemen sent out to reconnoiter had to race back for their lives.

The flooded stream was now subsiding and only the depth of the water in the night had kept the Mexicans from taking cannon across and attacking.
Ned's faint was short.

He remembered putting on clothing, securing a rifle and ammunition, and then he ran out into the square.

From many windows he saw the triumphant faces of Mexicans looking out, but he paid no attention to them.