When the story was finished the dark face grew still darker, but he said nothing.

The others, too, were silent but Ned knew their minds.

It was a singular little company drawn from different American states, some from the far north, but all alike in their devotion to the vague region then known as Texas.
"I think, Ned," said Bowie, "that you have served Texas well.

We have been divided among ourselves.

Many have believed in propitiating Santa Anna and Mexico, but how can you propitiate a tiger that is about to devour you?
We cannot trust Mexico, and we cannot trust Santa Anna.
Your message settles all doubt and gives us time to arm.