.

Ned, in common with the others, felt the great importance of the mission
on which they rode. Most of the Texan cannon and a great part of their
rifles had been taken at the Alamo and Goliad. But greater even than the
need of arms was that of ammunition. If Urrea were able to seize the
schooner, or to take the supplies, the moment after they landed, he
would strike the Texans a heavy blow. Hence the six now pushed their
horses.

At ten o'clock, they caught a glimpse of the sea upon their right. Five
minutes later they saw a cloud of dust on their left, less than a mile
away. It was moving rapidly, and it was evident at once that it was made
by a large body of horse. When the dust lifted a little, they saw that
it was Urrea and his men.

"It's likely that they have more information than we have," said the
Panther, "an' they are ridin' hard to make a surprise. Boys, we've got
to beat 'em, an', to do it, we've got to keep ahead of our dust all the
time!"

"The greater the haste, the greater the speed just now," said Obed
White.

They urged their horses into a gallop. They kept close to the sea, while
Urrea was more than half a mile inland. Luckily, a thin skirt of timber
soon intervened between Mexicans and Texans, and the six believed that
Urrea and his men were unaware of their presence. Their own cloud of
dust was much smaller than that of the Mexicans, and also it might
readily be mistaken for sea sand whipped up by the wind.

Ned and the Panther rode in front, side by side, Smith and Karnes
followed, side by side, too, and behind came Obed White and Will Allen,
riding knee to knee. They ascended a rise and Ned, whose eyes were the
keenest of them all, uttered a little cry.

"The schooner is there!" he exclaimed. "See, isn't that the top of a
mast sticking up above those scrub trees?"

"It's nothing else," said Obed White, who was familiar with the sea and
ships. "And it's bound, too, to be the schooner for which we are
looking. Forward, boys! The swift will win the race, and the battle will
go to the strong!"

They pressed their horses now to their greatest speed. The cove and the
ship were not more than a half mile away. A quarter of a mile, and the
skirt of timber failed. The Mexicans on their left saw them, and
increased their speed.

"The schooner's anchored!" exclaimed Obed, "and they are unloading!
Look, part of the cargo is on the bank already!"

With foot and rein they took the last ounce of s