Their boat had been found far out in the bay where the returning waves carried it, but the fishes would feed on their bodies, and it was well, because the Texans were wicked people, robbers and brigands who dared to defy the great and good Santa Anna, the father of his people.
Meanwhile, the two slept on, never stirring under the grass.

It is true that the boy had dreams of a mighty castle from which he had fled and of a roaring ocean over which he had passed, but he landed happily and the dream sank away into oblivion.

Peons worked in a field not a hundred yards away, but they sought no fugitives, and they had no cruel thoughts about anything.

That Spanish strain in them was wholly dormant now.

They had heard in the night the signal guns from San Juan de Ulua and the tenderest hearted of them said a prayer under his breath for the boy whom the storm had given to the sea.