The Texan Star: The Story of a Great Fight for LibertyAltsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
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The Texan Star: The Story of a Great Fight for Liberty
Altsheler, Joseph A. (Joseph Alexander)
Texas -- Fiction
They made their way very cautiously toward the town, passing by
abandoned houses and crossing fields, overgrown with weeds. Both the
Ring Tailed Panther and Urrea knew San Antonio well, and Obed had been
there once. They were of the opinion that the town with its narrow
streets, stone and adobe houses was adapted particularly to defense, but
it was of the greatest importance to know just where the new outworks
were placed.
The four came within sight of Mexican lights about nine o'clock. The
town was in the midst of gently rolling prairies and as nearly as they
could judge these lights--evidently those of camp fires--were about a
quarter of a mile from San Antonio. They were three in number and
appeared to be two or three hundred yards apart. They watched a little
while but they did not see any human outlines passing in front of the
fires.
"They are learnin' caution," said the Ring Tailed Panther. "They are
afraid of the Texan rifles, an' while those fires light up a lot of
ground they keep their own bodies back in the shadow."
"Wise men," said Obed.
The Ring Tailed Panther looked his companions in the eye, one by one.
"We come out here for business," he said. "What we want to acquire is
learnin', learnin' about the new defenses of San Antonio, an' we'd feel
cheap if we went back without it. Now, I don't care to feel cheap
myself. Good, careful, quiet fellows could slip between them sentinels,
an' get into San Antonio. I mean to do it. Are you game to go with me?"
"I am," said Urrea, speaking very quickly and eagerly.
"And I," said Ned.
"To turn back is to confess one's weakness," said Obed.
The Ring Tailed Panther roared gently, and with satisfaction.
"That's the talk I like to hear an' expected to hear," he said. "You
boys ain't afraid of rippin' an' tearin', when it's in a good cause.
There's pretty good grass here. We'll just kneel down in it, an' crawl."
The Panther marked a point about midway between the nearest two lights
and they advanced straight for it on hands and knees, stopping at
intervals of a hundred yards or so to rest, as that method of locomotion
was neither convenient nor comfortable. As they drew near to the fires
they saw the sentinels some distance back of them, and entirely in the
shadow, pacing up and down, musket on shoulder. The four were now near
enough to have been seen had they been standing erect, but they lay very
close to the earth, while they conferred a moment or two.
"There's a patch of bushes between those two sentinels," whispered the
Ring Tailed Panther, "an' I think we'd better creep by in its shelter.
If either of the sentinels should look suspicious every one of us must
lay flat an' hold his breath. We could handle the sentinels, but what we
want to do is to get into San Antonio."
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