d
disappeared behind a swell of the prairie. Then he joined in the cheer
that the Texans gave, after which he and his comrades went out upon the
field, and gazed upon their work. The killed among the Mexicans nearly
equaled in numbers the whole Texan force, sixteen lying dead around the
cannon alone, and many of them also had been wounded, while the Texans
had escaped with only a single man slain, and but few hurt. But Ned
quickly left the field. The sight of it was not pleasant to him,
although he was still heart and soul with the Texans, in what he
regarded as a defensive war.

Bowie drew his forces out of the horseshoe and they rode for the Texan
camp, carrying with them the trophies of arms that they had taken. On
their way they met Mr. Austin and a strong force who had heard of their
plight and who were now coming to their relief. They, too, rejoiced
greatly at the victory, and all went back in triumph to the Salado.

"Now that they have seen how we can fight I reckon that Mr. Austin and
Houston will order an attack right away on San Antonio," said the Ring
Tailed Panther.

"I don't believe they will," said Obed White. "Seeing is sometimes
doubting. I believe that they still fear our failure."

Ned inclined to Obed's belief but he said nothing. At twilight Urrea
came back, rejoicing and also full of regrets. He rejoiced over the
victory and he regretted that he had not been there.

"Seems to me, Don Francisco," said the Ring Tailed Panther, "that you're
missin' a lot of things."

"There's many a slip 'twixt Francisco and the fight-o," said Obed.

Ned was hurt by the irony of his friends, but Urrea only laughed as he
spread his blanket in a good place, and lay down on it.

"I will admit, gentlemen," he said in his precise English, "that I seem
always to be absent when anything important happens, but it is owing to
the nature of the service that I can best render the Texans. Being of
the Mexican race and knowing the country so thoroughly, I am of most
value as a seeker after information. I had gone off on a long scout
about San Antonio, and I have news which I have given to Mr. Austin."

"Spyin' is a dangerous business, but it's got to be done," said the Ring
Tailed Panther. Ned saw that he again looked with disfavor upon Urrea,
but he ascribed it as before to racial aversion.

Obed was right. Despite the brilliant victory of Bowie, Houston and
Austin still held back, and the Ring Tailed Panther roared lon