The horses had ceased to stir.

Perhaps they were as glad as the men that they had found shelter.

But outside Ned heard distinctly the moaning of the wind, and the lashing of the cold rain against roof and walls.
On the right where the extension had been connected with the main building of stone there was a great opening, and through this Ned looked down toward the adobe wall and the San Antonio.

He saw dimly across the river a dark waving mass which he knew to be the pecan trees, bending in the wind, but on his own side of the stream he could distinguish nothing.

But he watched there unceasingly, save for occasional glances at the horses or his sleeping comrades.
He could now see objects very well within the room.