We'll follow 'em, and since they wanted that cannon so badly we'll give 'em a taste of it." The cannon, a six-pounder, had been brought over on the ferryboat in the night and was now in the Texan camp.
"Ned," said Moore, "do you, Obed and the Panther ride after those fellows and see what they do.

Then come back and report." It was a dangerous duty, but the three responded gladly.

They advanced cautiously through the fog and the Ring Tailed Panther roared softly.
"Runnin' away ?" he said.

"I'd be ashamed to come for a cannon an' then to slink off with tail droopin' like a cowardly coyote.

By the great horn spoon, I hope they are merely seekin' a better position an' will give us a fight.