Perhaps the Ring Tailed Panther was right. They would
never know.
The three did not stir for a long time. Ned felt very comfortable in the
hay. The night was cold without, but here he was snug and warm. He
waited for those older and more experienced than himself to decide upon
their course and he knew that Obed or the Ring Tailed Panther would
speak in time. He was almost in a doze when Obed said that it must be
about one o'clock in the morning.
"You ain't far wrong," said the Ring Tailed Panther, "but I'd wait at
least another hour. That ball will be over then, if we didn't break it
up when we were in the garden."
They waited the full hour, and then they stole from the hay.
Veramendi's house was silent and dark, and they passed safely into the
street. Ned had a faint hope that Urrea would yet appear from some dark
hiding place, but there was no sign of the young Mexican.
They chose the boldest possible course, thinking that it would be
safest, claiming to one soldier whom they passed that they were
sentinels going to their duty at the farthest outposts. Luck, as it
usually does, came to the aid of courage and skill, and they reached the
outskirts of San Antonio, without any attempt at interference.
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