Much of it was vague, but of one thing they were certain.

Santa Anna would soon crush the mutinous Texans in the wild north.

Gringos they were, always pushing where they were not wanted, and, however hard their fate, they would deserve it.

The vein of cruelty which, despite great virtues, has made Spain a by-word among nations, showed in her descendants.
But the boy, Edward Fulton, sleeping in the chapel of the great cathedral, knew nothing of it all.

Nature, too long defrauded, was claiming payment of her debt, and he slept peacefully on, although the hours passed and noon came.
The church had long been open.