They learned from a
peon that both the squares and many other open places also were filled
with the tents of the soldiers.
Ned, Obed and the Ring Tailed Panther having seen so much were eager to
see more, but Urrea hung back. He thought they should return with the
information they had obtained already, and not risk the loss of
everything by capture, but the Ring Tailed Panther was determined.
"I know San Antonio by heart," he said, "an' there's somethin' I want to
see. Down this street is the house of the Vice-Governor, Veramendi, and
I want to see what is going on there. If the rest of you feel that the
risk ain't justified you can turn back, but I'm goin' on."
"If you go I'm going with you," said Ned.
"Me, too," said Obed.
Urrea shrugged his shoulders.
"Very well," he said. "It's against my judgment, but I follow."
They had pulled their slouch hats down over their faces, in the Mexican
style, and they handled their rifles awkwardly, after the fashion of
Mexican recruits. The Ring Tailed Panther led boldly down the street,
until they came to the stone house of Veramendi. Lights shone from the
deep embrasured windows of both the first and second floors. The Ring
Tailed Panther saw a small door in the stone wall, and he pushed it
open.
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