It pained him to abandon his horse a second time under compulsion, but there was no choice. Old Jack galloped away as if he knew what he ought to do, and then Ned, running into the church with the others, helped them to bar the doors.
The church was a solid building of stone with a flat roof, and with many loopholes made long ago as a defence against the Indians. Ned heard the cavalry thundering into the village as they barred the doors, and then he and half a dozen men ran to the roof. Lying down there, they took aim at the charging horsemen.
These were raw recruits, but they knew how to shoot. Their rifles flashed and four or five saddles were emptied. The men below were also firing from the loopholes, and the front rank of the Mexican cavalry was cut down by the bullets. The whole force turned at a shout from an officer, and galloped to the shelter of some buildings. Ned estimated that they were two hundred in number, and he surmised that young Urrea led them.
He descended from the roof and talked with King. The men understood their situation, but they were exultant. They had beaten off the enemy’s cavalry, and they felt that the final victory must be theirs. But Ned had been in the Alamo, and he knew that the horsemen had merely hoped to surprise and overtake them with a dash. Stone fortresses are not taken by cavalry. He was sure that the present force would remain under cover until the main army came up with cannon. He suggested to Captain King that he send a messenger to Fannin for help.
King thought wisely of the suggestion and chose Jackson, who slipped out of the church, escaped through an oak forest and disappeared. Ned then made a careful examination of the church, which was quite a strong building with a supply of water inside and some dried corn. The men had brought rations also with them, and they were amply supplied for a siege of several days. But Ned, already become an expert in this kind of war, judged that it would not last so long. He believed that the Mexicans, flushed by the taking of the Alamo, would push matters.
King, lacking experience, leaned greatly on young Fulton. The men, who believed implicitly every word that he had said, regarded him almost with superstition. He alone of the defenders had come alive out of that terrible charnel house, the Alamo.
“I suspect,” said King, “that the division you saw is under General Urrea.”
“Very probably,” said Ned. “Of course, Santa Anna, no longer having any use for his army in San Antonio, can send large numbers of troops eastward.”
“Which means that we’ll have a hard time defending this place,” said King gloomily.
“Unless Fannin sends a big force to our help.”
“I’m not so sure that he’ll send enough,” said King. “His men are nearly all fresh from the States, and they know nothing of the country. It’s hard for him to tell what to do. We started once to the relief of the Alamo, but our ammunition wagon broke down and we could not get our cannon across the San Antonio River. Things don’t seem to be going right with us.”
Ned was silent. His thoughts turned back to the Alamo. And so Fannin and his men had started but had never come! Truly “things were going wrong!” But perhaps it was just as well. The victims would have only been more numerous, and Fannin’s men were saved to fight elsewhere for Texas.
He heard a rattle of musketry, and through one of the loopholes he saw that the Mexican cavalry in the wood had opened a distant fire. Only a few of the bullets reached the church, and they fell spent against the stones. Ned saw that very little harm was likely to come from such a fire, but he believed it would be wise to show the Mexicans that the defenders were fully awake.
“Have you any specially good riflemen?” he asked King.
“Several.”
“Suppose you put them at the loopholes and see if they can’t pick off some of those Mexican horsemen. It would have a most healthy effect.”
Six young men came forward, took aim with their long barreled rifles, and at King’s command fired. Three of the saddles were emptied, and there was a rapid movement of the Mexicans, who withdrew further into the wood. The defenders reloaded and waited.
Ned knew better than Captain King or any of his men the extremely dangerous nature of their position. Since the vanguard was already here the Mexican army must be coming on rapidly, and this was no Alamo. Nor were these raw recruits defenders of an Alamo.
He saw presently a man, holding a white handkerchief on the end of a lance, ride out from the wood. Ned recognized him at once. It was young Urrea. As Ned had suspected, he was the leader of the cavalry for his uncle, the general.
“What do you think he wants?” asked King.
“He will demand our surrender, but even if we were to yield it is likely that we should be put to death afterward.”
“I have no idea of surrendering under any circumstances. Do you speak Spanish?”
“Oh, yes,” said Ned, seizing the opportunity.
“Then, as I can’t, you do the talking for us, and tell it to him straight and hard that we’re going to fight.”
Ned climbed upon the roof, and sat with only his head showing above the parapet, while Urrea rode slowly forward, carrying the lance and the white flag jauntily. Ned could not keep from admiring his courage, as the white flag, even, in such a war as this might prove no protection. He stopped at a distance of about thirty yards and called loudly in Spanish:
“Within the church there! I wish to speak to you!”
Ned stood up, his entire figure now being revealed, and replied:
“I have been appointed spokesman for our company. What do you want?”
Urrea started slightly in his saddle, and then regarded Ned with a look of mingled irony and hatred.
“And so,” he said, “our paths cross again. You escaped us at the Alamo. Why General Santa Anna spared you then I do not know, but he is not here to give new orders concerning you!”
“What do you want?” repeated Ned.
“We want the church, yourself and all the other bandits who are within it.”
Ned’s face flushed at Urrea’s contemptuous words and manner, and his heart hardened into a yet deeper hatred of the Mexicans. But he controlled his voice and replied evenly.
“And if we should surrender, what then?”
“The mercy of the illustrious General Santa Anna, whatever it may be.”
“I saw his mercy at the Alamo,” replied Ned, “and we want none of it. Nor would we surrender, even if we could trust your most illustrious General Santa Anna.”
“Then take your fate,” said Urrea. “Since you were at the Alamo you know what befell the defenders there, and this place, mostly in ruins, is not nearly so strong. Adios!”
“Adios!” said Ned, speaking in a firm tone. But he felt that there was truth in Urrea’s words. Little was left of the mission but its strong walls. Nevertheless, they might hold them.
“What did he say?” asked King.
“He demanded our surrender.”
“On what terms?”
“Whatever Santa Anna might decree, and if you had seen the red flag of no quarter waving in sight of the Alamo you would know his decree.”
“And your reply?”
“I told him that we meant to hold the place.”
“Good enough,” said King. “Now we will go back to business. I wish that we had more ammunition.”
“Fannin’s men may bring plenty,” said Ned. “And now, if you don’t mind, Captain King, I’m going to sleep down there at the foot of the wall, and to-night I’ll join the guard.”
“Do as you wish,” said King, “you know more about Texas and these Mexicans than any of us.”
“I’d suggest a very thorough watch when night comes. Wake me up about midnight, won’t you?”
Ned lay down in the place that he had chosen. It was only the middle of the afternoon, but he had become so inured to hardship that he slept quickly. Several shots were fired before twilight came, but they did not awaken him. At midnight King, according to his request, took him by the shoulder and he stood up.
“N
othing of importance has happened,” said King.
“You can see the camp fires of the Mexicans in the wood, but as far as we can tell they are not making any movement.”
“Probably they are content to wait for the main force,” said Ned.
“Looks like it,” said King.
“If you have no objection, Captain,” said Ned, “I think I’ll go outside and scout about a little.”
“Good idea, I think,” said King.
They opened the door a moment and Ned slipped forth. The night was quite dark and, with the experience of border work that he was rapidly acquiring, he had little fear of being caught by the Mexicans. He kept his eye on the light burning in the wood and curved in a half circle to the right. The few houses that made up the village were all dark, but his business was with none of them. He intended to see, if he could, whether the main Mexican force was approaching. If it should prove to be at hand with the heavy cannon there would be no possible chance of holding the mission, and they must get away.
He continued in his wide curve, knowing that in this case the longest way around was the best and safest, and he gradually passed into a stretch of chaparral beyond the town. Crossing it, he came into a meadow, and then he suddenly heard the soft pad of feet. He sought to spring back into the chaparral, but a huge dim figure bore down upon him, and then his heart recovered its normal beat when he saw that it was only Old Jack.
Ned stroked the great muzzle affectionately, but he was compelled to put away his friend.
“No, faithful comrade,” he said. “I can’t take you with me. I’d like to do it, but there’s no room in a church for a horse as big as you are. Go now! Go at once, or the Mexicans will get you!”
He struck the horse smartly on the jaw. Old Jack looked at him reproachfully, but turned and trotted away from the town. Ned continued his scout. This proof of affection from a dumb brute cheered him.
An hour’s cautious work brought him to the far side of the wood. As well as he could judge, nearly all the Mexican troopers were asleep around two fires, but they had posted sentinels who walked back and forth, calling at intervals “Sentinela alerte” to one another. Obviously there had been no increase in their force. They were sufficient to maintain a blockade of the church, but too few to surround it completely.
He went two or three miles to the west and, seeing no evidence that the main force was approaching, he decided to return to the church. His original curve had taken him by the south side of the wood, and he would return by the north side in order that his examination might be complete.
He walked rapidly, as the night was far advanced, and the sky was very clear, with bright stars twinkling in myriads. He did not wish day to catch him outside the mission. It was a prairie country, with patches of forest here and there, and as he crossed from one wood to another he was wholly without cover.
He was within a mile of the mission when he heard the faint tread of horses’ hoofs, and he concluded that Old Jack, contrary to orders, was coming forward to meet him again. He paused, but the faint tread suddenly became rapid and heavy. A half dozen horsemen who had ridden into the prairie had caught sight of him and now they were galloping toward him. The brightness of the night showed Ned at once that they were Mexican cavalrymen, and as he was on foot he was at a great disadvantage.
He ran at full speed for the nearest grove. The Mexicans fired several musket shots at him, but the bullets all went wild. He did not undertake a reply, as he was straining every effort to reach the trees. Several pistols also were emptied at him, but he yet remained unhurt.
Nevertheless, the horsemen were coming alarmingly near.
He heard the thunder of hoofs in his ears, and he heard also a quick hiss like that of a snake.
Ned knew that the hissing sound was made by a lasso, and as he dodged he felt the coil, thrown in vain, slipping from his shoulders. He whirled about and fired at the man who had thrown the lasso. The rider uttered a cry, fell backward on his horse, and then to the ground.
As Ned turned for the shot he saw that Urrea was the leader of the horsemen. Whether Urrea had recognized him or not he did not know, but the fact that he was there increased his apprehension. He made a mighty effort and leaped the next instant into the protection of the trees and thickets. Fortune favored him now. A wood alone would not have protected him, but here were vines and bushes also.
He turned off at a sharp angle and ran as swiftly and with as little noise as he could. He heard the horses floundering in the forest, and the curses of their riders. He ran a hundred yards further and, coming to a little gully, lay down in it and reloaded his rifle. Then he stayed there until he could regain his breath and strength. While he lay he heard the Mexicans beating up the thickets, and Urrea giving sharp orders.
Ned knew that his hiding place must soon be discovered, and he began to consider what would be the best movement to make next. His heart had now returned to its normal beat, and he felt that he was good for another fine burst of speed.
He heard the trampling of the horses approaching, and then the voice of Urrea telling the others that he was going straight ahead and to follow him. Evidently they had beaten up the rest of the forest, and now they were bound to come upon him. Ned sprang from the gully, ran from the wood and darted across the prairie toward the next little grove.
He was halfway toward the coveted shelter when Urrea caught sight of him, gave a shout, and fired his pistol. Ned, filled with hatred of Urrea, fired in return. But the bullet, instead of striking the horseman, struck the horse squarely in the head. The horse fell instantly, and Urrea, hurled violently over his head, lay still.
Ned caught it all in a fleeting glance, and in a few more steps he gained the second wood. He did not know how much Urrea was hurt, nor did he care. He had paid back a little, too. He was sure, also, that the pursuit would be less vigorous, now that its leader was disabled.
The second grove did not contain so many vines and bushes, but, hiding behind a tree there, Ned saw the horsemen hold off. Without Urrea to urge them on they were afraid of the rifle that the fugitive used so well. Two, also, had stopped to tend Urrea, and Ned decided that the others would not now enter the grove.
He was right in his surmise. The horsemen rode about at a safe distance from the trees. Ned, taking his time, reloaded his rifle again and departed for the mission. There was now fairly good cover all the way, but he heard other troops of Mexicans riding about, and blowing trumpets as signals. No doubt the shots had been heard at the main camp, and many men were seeking their cause.
But Ned, fortunately for himself, was now like the needle in the haystack. While the trumpets signaled and the groups of Mexican horsemen rode into one another he stole back to the old mission and knocked upon the door with the butt of his rifle. Answering King’s questions through the loophole, he was admitted quickly.
“The main army hasn’t come up yet,” he said, in reply to the eager inquiries of the defenders. “Fannin’s men may get here in time, and if they are in sufficient force to beat off the cavalry detachment I suggest that we abandon the mission before we are caught in a trap, and retreat toward Fannin. If we linger the whole Mexican army will be around us.”
“Sounds right,” said King, “but we’ve got to hear from Fannin first. Now you look pretty tired, Fulton. Suppose you roll up in some blankets there by the wall and take a nap.”
“I don’t want to sleep now,” said Ned. “You remember that I slept until nearly midnight. But I would like to stretch out a while. It’s not very restful to be hunted through woods by Mexicans, even if you do get away.”
Ned lay by the wall upon the blankets and watched the sun go slowly up the arch of the heavens. It seemed a hard fate to him that he should again be trapped thus in an old mission. Nor did he have here the strength and support of the great borderers like Bowie and Crockett. He missed them most of all now.
The day passed slowly and with an occasional exchange of shots that did little harm. Toward th
e twilight one of the sentinels on the wall uttered a great and joyous shout.
“The reinforcements!” he cried. “See, our friends are coming!”
Ned climbed upon the wall and saw a force of more than a hundred men, obviously Texans, approaching. They answered the hail of the sentinel and came on more swiftly. His eyes turned to the wood, in which the Mexican camp yet lay. Their cavalry would still outnumber the Texan force two or three to one, but the Mexicans invariably demanded greater odds than that before they would attack the Texans. Ned saw no stir in the wood. Not a shot was fired as the new men came forward and were joyously admitted to the church.
The men were one hundred and twenty in number, led by Colonel Ward, who by virtue of his rank now commanded all the defenders. As soon as they had eaten and rested a council, at which Ned was present, was held. King had already told the story of young Fulton to Ward, and that officer looked very curiously at Ned as he came forward. He asked him briefly about the Alamo, and Ned gave him the usual replies. Then he told of what he had seen before he joined King.
“How large do you think this force was?” asked Ward.
“About fifteen hundred men.”
“And we’ve a hundred and fifty here. You were not much more than a hundred and fifty in the Alamo, and you held it two weeks against thousands. Why should we retreat?”
“But the Alamo fell at last,” said Ned, “and this Refugio mission is not so defensible as the Alamo was.”
“You think, then, we should retreat?”
“I do. I’m sure the place cannot be held against a large army.”
There was much discussion. Ned saw that all the men of the new force were raw recruits from the States like King’s. Many of them were mere boys, drawn to Texas by the love of adventure. They showed more curiosity than alarm, and it was evident to Ned that they felt able to defeat any number of Mexicans.
Ned, called upon again for his opinion, urged that they withdraw from the church and the town at once, but neither Ward nor King was willing to make a retreat in the night. They did not seem especially anxious to withdraw at all, but finally agreed to do so in the morning.
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