The force was organized in the village, beyond the sight of the Mexicans, who were lounging in the grass, although they had posted sentinels.

Every Texan was well armed, carrying a rifle, pistol and knife.

Some had in addition the Indian tomahawk.
It was the first day of October and the coolness of late afternoon had come.

A fresh breeze was blowing from the southwest.

The little command, silent save for the hoof beats of their horses, rode down to the river.
The women and children looked after them and they, too, were silent.