That ball will be over then, if we didn't break it up when we were in the garden." They waited the full hour, and then they stole from the hay.
Veramendi's house was silent and dark, and they passed safely into the street.

Ned had a faint hope that Urrea would yet appear from some dark hiding place, but there was no sign of the young Mexican.
They chose the boldest possible course, thinking that it would be safest, claiming to one soldier whom they passed that they were sentinels going to their duty at the farthest outposts.

Luck, as it usually does, came to the aid of courage and skill, and they reached the outskirts of San Antonio, without any attempt at interference.
Once more, after long and painful creeping, they stole between the sentinels, took mental note of the earthworks again, and also a last look at the dark bulk that was the town.
"Poor Urrea!" said Ned.
"Poor Urrea," said Obed.

"I wonder what in the name of the moon and the stars gave the alarm!" "Poor Urrea!" said the Ring Tailed Panther.

"This is the worst riddle I ever run up ag'inst an' the more I think about it the more riddlin' it gets." The three sighed together and then sped over the prairie toward the camp on the Salado..