"It's better to be too soon than too late." Without another word Potter turned his horse toward the south.

He was tall and rawboned, his face burned well by the sun, but he had an angularity and he bore himself with a certain stiffness that did not belong to the "Texans" of Southern birth.

Ned did not doubt that he would be most formidable in combat.
After riding at least two hours without anyone speaking a word, Potter said: "We will meet the remainder of our friends and comrades about nightfall.
We will not exceed fifty, and more probably we shall be scarcely so many as that, but with the strength of a just cause in our arms it is likely that we shall be enough." "When we charged at Gonzales they stayed for but one look at our faces," said the Ring Tailed Panther.

"Then they ran so fast that they were rippin' an' tearin' up the prairie for the next twenty-four hours." "I have heard of that," said Potter with a grave smile.

"The grass so far from growing scarcely bent under their feet.