Occasionally they heard cries from distant parts of the town, but the hunt did not seem to come back toward them.
Ned was thankful that the Ring Tailed Panther had been so ready of wit.
The Mexicans would not dream that the Texans were hiding in the Vice-Governor's own barn, just behind the Vice-Governor's own house.

He made himself cozy in the hay and waited.
After about an hour, the town turned quiet, and Ned inferred that the hunt was over.

The Mexicans, no doubt, would assume that the three had escaped from San Antonio, and they would not dare to hunt far out on the prairies.

But what of Urrea! Poor Urrea! Ned could not keep from thinking of him, but think as hard as he could he saw no way to find out about his fate.

Perhaps the Ring Tailed Panther was right.