"And if Providence favors us," said Potter, "we shall smite them quick and hard."
"Providence favors those who hit first and hard," said Obed, mixing various quotations.
The men forded the river, and, after a brief stop began to move cautiously through thickets of mesquite and chaparral toward the town, the lights of which they could not yet see. At one point the mesquite became so thick that Ned, Obed and the Ring Tailed Panther dismounted, in order to pick their way and led their horses.
Ned, who was in advance, heard a noise, as of something moving in the thicket. At first he thought it was a deer, but the sounds ceased suddenly, as if whatever made them were trying to seek safety in concealment rather than flight. Ned"s experience had already made him skillful and daring. The warrior"s instinct, born in him, was developing rapidly, and flinging his bridle to Obed he asked him to hold it for a moment.
Before the surprised man could ask why, Ned left him with the reins in his hand, c.o.c.ked his rifle and crept through the mesquite toward the point whence the sounds had come. He saw a stooping shadow, and then a man sprang up. Quick as a flash Ned covered him with his rifle.
"Surrender!" he cried.
"Gladly," cried the man, throwing up his hands and laughing in a hysterical way. "I yield because you must be a Texan. That cannot be the voice of any Mexican."
Obed and the others came forward and the man strode toward them. He was tall, but gaunt and worn, until he was not much more than a skeleton.
His clothing, mere rags, hung loosely on a figure that was now much too narrow for them. Two bloodshot eyes burned in dark caverns.
"Thank G.o.d," he cried, "you are Texans, all of you!"
"Why, it"s Ben Milam," said Potter. "We thought you were a prisoner at Monterey in Mexico."
"I was," replied Milam, one of the Texan leaders, "but I escaped and obtained a horse. I have ridden nearly seven hundred miles day and night. My horse dropped dead down there in the chaparral and I"ve been here, trying to take a look at Goliad, uncertain about going in, because I do not know whether it is held by Texans or Mexicans."
"It is held by Mexicans at present," replied Potter, solemnly. "But I think that within an hour or two it will be held by Texans."
"If it ain"t there"ll be some mighty roarin" an" rippin" an" tearin","
said the Ring Tailed Panther.
"Give me a bite to eat and something to drink," said Milam; "and I"ll help you turn Goliad from a Mexican into a Texan town."
Exhausted and nearly starved, he showed, nevertheless, the dauntless spirit of the Texans. Food and drink were given to him and the little party moved toward the town. Presently they saw one or two lights. Far off a dog howled, but it was only at the moon. He had not scented them.
By and by the ground grew so rough and the bushes so thick that all dismounted and tethered their horses. Then they crept into the very edge of the town, still unseen and unheard. Potter pointed to a large building.
"That," he said, "is the headquarters of Colonel Sandoval, the commandant, and if you look closely you will see a sentinel walking up and down before the door."
"We will make a rush for that house," said the leader of the Texans, "and call upon the sentinel to yield."
They slipped from the cover and ran toward the house, shouting to the Mexican on guard to surrender. But he fired at them point blank, although his bullet missed, and a shot from one of the Texans slew him.
The next moment they were thundering at the door of the house, in which were Sandoval and the larger part of his garrison. The door held fast, and shots were fired at them from the windows.
Some of the Texans ran to the neighboring houses, obtained axes and smashed in the door. Then they poured in, every man striving to be first, and most of the Mexicans fled through the back doors or the windows, escaping in the darkness into the mesquite and chaparral.
Sandoval himself, half dressed, was taken by the Ring Tailed Panther and Obed. He made many threats, but Obed replied:
"You have chosen war and the Texans are giving it to you as best they can. Our bullets fall on all Mexicans, whether just or unjust."
Sandoval said no more, but finished his interrupted toilet. It was clear to Ned, watching his face, that the Mexican colonel considered all the Texans doomed, despite their success of the moment. Sandoval was still in his quarters. His arms had been taken away but he suffered no ill treatment. Despite the rapid flight of the Mexican soldiers twenty-five or thirty had been taken and they were held outside. The Texans not knowing what to do with them decided to release them later on parole.
Ned was about to leave Sandoval"s room when he met at the door a young man, perspiring, wild of eye and bearing all the other signs of haste and excitement. It was Francisco Urrea.
"I am too late!" he cried. "Alas! Alas! I would have had a share in this glorious combat! I should like to have taken Sandoval with my own hand!
I have cause to hate that man!"
Sandoval was sitting on the edge of his bed, and the eyes of the two Mexicans flashed anger at each other, Urrea went up, and shook his hand in the face of Sandoval. Sandoval shook his in the face of Urrea. Wrath was equal between them. Fierce words were exchanged with such swiftness that Ned could not understand them. He judged that the young Mexican must have some deep cause for hatred of Sandoval. But the Ring Tailed Panther interfered. He did not like this trait of abusing a fallen foe which he considered typically Mexican.
"Come away, Don Francisco," he said. "The rippin" an" tearin" are over an" we can do our roarin" outside!"
He took Urrea by the arm and led him away. Ned preceded them. Outside he met Obed who was in the highest spirits.
"We"ve done more than capture Mexicans," he said. "It never rains but it turns into a storm. We"ve gone through the Mexican barracks and we"ve made a big haul here. Let"s take a look."
Ned went with him, and, when he saw, he too exulted. Goliad had been made a place of supply by the Mexicans, and, stored there, the Texans had taken a vast quant.i.ty of ammunition, rounds of powder and lead to the scores of thousands, five hundred rifles and three fine cannon. Some of the Texans joined hands in a wild Indian dance, when they saw their spoils, and the eyes of Ned and Obed glistened.
"Unto the righteous shall be given," said Obed. "We"ve done far better to-night than we hoped. We"ll need these in the advance on Cos and San Antonio."
"They will be of the greatest service," said Urrea who joined them at that moment. "How I envy you your glory!"
"What happened to you, Don Francisco?" asked Obed.
"I carried the warning to my uncle and his family," replied Urrea. "I was just in time. Guerrillas of Cos came an hour later, and burned the house to the ground. They destroyed everything, the stables and barns, and they even killed the horses and the cattle. Ah, what a ruin! I rode back by there on my way to Goliad."
The young Mexican pressed his hands over his eyes and Ned thrilled with sympathy.
"What became of your uncle and his family?" asked the boy.
"They rode north for San Felipe de Austin. They will be safe but they lose all."
"Never mind," said Obed, "we"ll make the Mexicans pay it back, when we drive "em out of Texas. I don"t believe that any good patriot will suffer."
"Nevertheless," said Urrea, "my uncle is willing to lose and endure for the cause."
Ned slept half through the morning in one of the little adobe houses, and at noon he, Obed, the Ring Tailed Panther and others rode toward San Antonio. They slept that night in a pecan grove, and the next day continued their journey, meeting in the morning a Texan who informed them that Cos with a formidable force was in San Antonio. He also confirmed the information that the Texans were gathering from all points for the attack upon this, the greatest Mexican fortress in all Texas.
Mr. Austin was commander-in-chief of the forces, but he wished to yield the place to Houston who would not take it.
Late in the afternoon they saw hors.e.m.e.n and rode toward them boldly. The group was sixty or eighty in number and they stopped for the smaller body to approach. Ned"s keen eyes recognized them first, and he uttered a cry of joy.
"There"s Mr. Bowie," he said, "and there are Smith and Karnes, too! They are all on their way to San Antonio."
He took off his hat and waved it joyously. Smith and Karnes did the same and Bowie smiled gravely as the boy rode up.
"Well, Ned," he said, "we meet again and I judge that we ride on the same errand."
"We do. To San Antonio."
"An" there"ll be the biggest fight that was ever seen in Texas," said the Ring Tailed Panther, who knew Bowie well. "If Mexicans an" Texans want to get to roarin" an" rippin" they"ll have the chance."
"They will, Panther," said Bowie, still smiling gravely. Then he looked inquiringly at Urrea.
"This is Don Francisco Urrea," said Obed. "He was born in Texas, and he is with us heart and soul. By a hard ride he saved his uncle and family from slaughter by the guerrillas of Cos, and he reached Goliad just a few minutes too late to take part in the capture of the Mexican force."