"
He looked around at the strong stone walls, and then at the resolute
faces of the men near him. But the garrison was small, pitifully small.
Ned left the walls and ate a little food that was cooked over a fire
lighted in the convent plaza. Then he wandered about the place looking
at the buildings and inclosures. The Alamo was so extensive that he knew
Travis would be compelled to concentrate his defense about the church,
but he wanted to examine all these places anyhow.
He wandered into one building that looked like a storehouse. The
interior was dry and dusty. Cobwebs hung from the walls, and it was
empty save for many old barrels that stood in the corner. Ned looked
casually into the barrels and then he uttered a shout of joy. A score of
so of them were full of shelled Indian corn in perfect condition, a
hundred bushels at least. This was truly treasure trove, more valuable
than if the barrels had been filled with coined gold.
He ran out of the house and the first man he met was Davy Crockett.
"Now what has disturbed you?" asked Crockett, in his drawling tone.
"Haven't you seen Mexicans enough for one day? This ain't the time to
see double."
"I wish I could see double in this case, Mr.
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