But the rush of the Texans was so great that in an instant they were at the first slope.

They stopped to send in a volley and then began the rush up the hill, but there was no enemy.
The Mexicans gave way in a panic at the very first onset, ran down the slope to their horses, leaped upon them and galloped away over the prairie.

Many threw away their rifles and lances, and, bending low on the necks of their horses, urged them to greater speed.
Ned had been in the very front of the rush, Obed on one side and the Ring Tailed Panther on the other.

His heart was beating hard and there was a fiery mist before his eyes.

He heard the bullets whiz past, but once more Providence was good to him.