"Don't say that.

We can beat off any number of Mexicans!" Bowie said nothing more.

Much of Ned's courage and spirit returned, but he saw how pitifully small their numbers were.

The little band that defiled across the plain toward the Alamo numbered less than one hundred and fifty men, and many of them were without experience.
They were not far upon the plain when Ned saw a great figure coming toward him.

It was Old Jack, who had been forgotten in the haste and excitement.