"There are good pickings here," said Davy Crockett, "but they'll soon be
too many for us. Come on, Ned, boy! Our place is behind them walls!"
"Yes," repeated Bowie, who was near. "It's the Alamo or nothing. No
matter how fast we fired our rifles we'd soon be trod under foot by the
Mexicans."
They passed in, Bowie, Crockett and Ned forming the rear guard. The
great gates of the Alamo were closed behind them and barred. For the
moment they were safe, because these doors were made of very heavy oak,
and it would require immense force to batter them in. It was evident
that the Mexican horsemen on the plain did not intend to make any such
attempt, as they drew off hastily, knowing that the deadly Texan rifles
would man the walls at once.
"Well, here we are, Ned," said the cheerful voice of Davy Crockett, "an'
if we want to win glory in fightin' it seems that we've got the biggest
chance that was ever offered to anybody. I guess when old Santa Anna
comes up he'll say: 'By nations right wheel; forward march the world.'
Still these walls will help a little to make up the difference between
fifty to one."
As he spoke he tapped the outer wall.
"No Mexican on earth," he said, "has got a tough enough head to butt
through that.
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