We are few, but Santa Anna and all Mexico cannot ride over Texas.

And now it's time for you and Obed to go to sleep.

I should think that after being chased nearly a week you'd be glad to rest." "We are," said Obed, answering for them both, "and once more we want to thank you.

If you hadn't come the Lipans would certainly have got us." The night, as usual, was chilly, and Ned spread his blankets in front of the fire.

His saddle formed a pillow for his head, and with one blanket beneath him, another above him, and the stalwart Texans all about him, he felt a deep peace, nay more, a great surge of triumph.