Urrea was standing beside him, somewhat pale, and with his
left hand in a sling, but the young Mexican himself, nevertheless. Ned
seized his right hand and gave it a powerful grip.
"We thought you as good as dead, Don Francisco," he said. "We were sure
that you had been taken by Cos."
"I thought both things myself for a few wild moments," said Urrea,
smiling. "When we rushed from the patio one of the bullets grazed me,
but in my excitement as we passed the gate I ran down the alley toward
the street, instead of turning in toward the barn, as I have since
learned from Mr. White that you did. My wrist was grazed by one of the
bullets, fired from the piazza, but fortunately I had the presence of
mind to wrap it in the serape that I wore.
"When I reached the street there was much excitement and many soldiers
running about, but being a Mexican it was easy for me to pass
unsuspected in the crowd. I reached the home of a relative, at heart a
sympathizer with Texas and liberty, where my wound was bound up, and
where I lay hidden until morning, when I was smuggled out of the town.
Then I made my way among the oaks and pecans, until I came here to our
camp on the Salado. I had inquired for you during the night, and, not
hearing any news of your capture, I was sure that you were in hiding as
I was, and when I came here my best hopes were confirmed by the news of
your complete escape.
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