Presently he stopped before Austin, and shot him one of those piercing glances.
"My friend and guest," he said in the sonorous Spanish.
Austin bowed.

Whether the subtle Mexican meant the words in satire or in earnest he did not know, nor did he care greatly.
"When I call you my friend and guest I speak truth," said Santa Anna.
"It is true that we had you brought here from Saltillo, and we insist that you accept our continued hospitality, but it is because we know how devoted you are to our common Mexico, and we would have you here at our right hand for advice and help." Ned saw Mr.Austin smile a little sadly.

It all seemed very strange to the boy.

How could one talk of friendship and hospitality to those whom he held as prisoners?
Why could not these people say what they meant?
Again he longed for the free winds of the plains.
"You and I together should be able to quiet these troublesome Texans," continued Santa Anna--and his voice had a hard metallic quality that rasped the boy's nerves.

"You know, Stephen Austin, that I and Mexico have endured much from the people whom you have brought within our borders.