They were not at all deceived as to the desperate nature of their position. As for their patriotic commander-in-chief, he was struggling with a sea of troubles. Most of the money found in the old _adobe_ had gone to New Orleans for arms and ammunition, but it might be weeks before there would be any important returns. He was using the remainder of the cash at home trying to get his hastily gathered volunteers into the shape of an army. He and Austin had several bodies of men at points distant from each other, but not one of them could be marched for the relief of the Alamo, nor would all of them together have been a third in number of the force under Santa Anna. Some of their commanders, to make the matter worse, seemed hardly to consider themselves under anybody's orders, so new and so unsettled was the authority of the Texan government. It was toward the close of the day of that first attempt to storm the fort that a party of thirty-two mounted riflemen were somewhat leisurely pursuing their way along a road the western end of which was known to reach the town of San Antonio de Bexar. At their head rode a short, squarely built man, whose hat was pulled forward over his eyes. He was leaning a little, as if he were bent down by some weight or other. "They are all there," he muttered. "The best men in Texas. They'll never give up. They'll die right whar they stand. Ye-es, sir! I'm goin'! I am! If it's only to go in and die alongside of Jim Bowie, and Travis, and old Davy!" A shout rang out behind him, and it was instantly answered by an Indian war-whoop in front. "Halt!" he promptly commanded as he raised his head, but he at once added, "Only one redskin. Who cares? What's up?" The one redskin was trying in vain to urge an exhausted pony to a gallop. "I'll ride forward and meet him," exclaimed the officer. "He's got something. I know Indians. Hold on, boys." In a moment more he was listening to an eager voice that told him great news. "Red Wolf," he said. "Heap Lipan. Son of Castro. Friend of Big Knife." "But what are you here for?" interrupted the white leader. "I'm Colonel Smith." "Travis heap want more Texan!" said Red Wolf. "Santa Anna come! All Mexican at fort. Heap big gun. More Texan come or all ranger lose hair. Castro great chief! Tell young brave ride heap! Bring many rifle! Ugh!" "God bless you!" exclaimed Smith. "Bully for Castro! I know him." Then he turned to his men and shouted,-- "Boys! It's all right! He's from the fort. Santa Anna's whole army is marching upon the Alamo. It's thar now!"