He was compact of figure, sat his saddle well, and rode as if the earth belonged to him.

Ned recognized him at once.

It was the general, the president, the dictator, the father of his country, the illustrious Santa Anna himself.
The mellow trumpet pealed forth again, and Santa Anna advanced to meet his brother, Cos, who likewise advanced to meet him.

They met in full view of both forces, and embraced and kissed each other.

Then a shout came forth from hundreds of throats at the noble spectacle of fraternal amity.