Urrea was standing beside him, somewhat pale, and with his left hand in a sling, but the young Mexican himself, nevertheless.

Ned seized his right hand and gave it a powerful grip.
"We thought you as good as dead, Don Francisco," he said.

"We were sure that you had been taken by Cos." "I thought both things myself for a few wild moments," said Urrea, smiling.

"When we rushed from the patio one of the bullets grazed me, but in my excitement as we passed the gate I ran down the alley toward the street, instead of turning in toward the barn, as I have since learned from Mr.White that you did.

My wrist was grazed by one of the bullets, fired from the piazza, but fortunately I had the presence of mind to wrap it in the serape that I wore.
"When I reached the street there was much excitement and many soldiers running about, but being a Mexican it was easy for me to pass unsuspected in the crowd.