Santa Anna had released him, and he had arrived in Texas.

But he had not been cajoled.

His eyes had been opened at last to the designs of the dictator and immediately upon his return to Texas he had warned his countrymen in a great speech.

Meanwhile, the army of Cos was approaching San Antonio, preceded by the heralds of coming Texan ruin.
Ned and Obed sat under the shade of some live oaks, when a horseman came to the little village.

He was a strange man, great in size, dressed in buckskin, very brown of countenance and with long hair, tied as the western Indians would wear it.