The Ring Tailed Panther did as well, and Obed joined them.

While Bowie and the others were dashing out the fire, three great marksmen were driving back the Comanches who sought to take advantage of the diversion.
"Good! good!" cried Bowie, as they knocked out the last burning plank.
"That ends the fire," said Obed, "and now we've got a hole here which is not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a barn door, but I do not think it will suffice for our friends, the Comanches." All the men turned their attention to the enemy, and, lying on the ground, they took as good aim as the darkness would permit.

The Texan rifles cracked fast and, despite the darkness, the bullets often found the chosen targets.

The Comanches had been shouting the war whoop continuously, but now their cries began to die, and their fire died with it.

Never a very good marksman, the Indian was no match for the Texans, every one of whom was a sharpshooter, armed with a fine rifle of long range.
The Texans also fired from the shelter of the building, and, as the great cloud was now parting, letting through shafts from the moon, the Comanches were unable to find good hiding in the weeds and grass.