Ned had been in the very front of the rush, Obed on one side and the
Ring Tailed Panther on the other. His heart was beating hard and there
was a fiery mist before his eyes. He heard the bullets whiz past, but
once more Providence was good to him. None touched him, and when the
first tremors were over he was as eager as any of them to reach the
crest of the mound, and come to grips with the enemy. Suddenly he heard
a tremendous roar of disgust. The Ring Tailed Panther was the author of
it.
"Escaped after all!" he cried. "They wouldn't stay an' fight, when they
promised they would!"
"At least, the Mexicans ride well," said Obed.
Ned gazed from the crest of the mound at the flying men, rapidly
becoming smaller and smaller as they sped over the prairie.
CHAPTER XVI
THE COMING OF URREA
Many of the Texans were hot for pursuit, but Moore recalled them. His
reasons were brief and grim. "You will not overtake them," he said, "and
you will need all your energies later on. This is only the beginning."
A number of the Mexicans had been slain, but none of the Texans had
fallen, the aim of their opponents being so wild. The triumph had
certainly been an easy one, but Ned perhaps rejoiced less than any other
one present.
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