The cannon shot had made the hearts of everyone leap.

They were inured to Indian battle and every kind of danger, but this was a great war.
"Boys," said Moore, "we are here and the enemy is before us." A deep shout from broad chests and powerful lungs came forth.

Then by a single impulse the little army rushed forward, led by Ned, Obed and the Ring Tailed Panther, who took them straight toward the mound.

As they ran, the great Texan sun proved triumphant.

It seemed to cleave the fog like a sword blade, and then the mists and vapors rolled away on either side, to right and to left of the Texans.