The Texans did not reply.

They would not waste ammunition in any such foolish fashion.
The Mexicans stopped, when four or five hundred yards away, and began to wave their lances and utter taunting shouts.

The Texans only laughed, all except the Ring Tailed Panther, who growled.
"You see, Ned," said Obed, "that one charge does not make a passage.

It appears to me that our friend Castenada does not want his uniform or himself spoiled by our good Texas lead.

Now, I take it, we can rest easy awhile longer." He lay down in the grass under the trees and Ned did likewise, but the Ring Tailed Panther would not be consoled.