So they slept peacefully and their breathing was long and deep.

They were warm as they lay with the grass above and below them like two blankets.

It had not rained much here, and the grass had dried before their coming, so they were free from danger of cold.
The night passed and the brilliant Mexican day came, touching with red and gold the town that curved about the bay, and softening the tints of the great fortress that rose on the rocky isle.

All was quiet again within San Juan de Ulua and Vera Cruz.

It had become known in both castle and town that two Texans, boy and man, had escaped from the dungeons under the sea only to find a grave in the sea above.