Crockett," replied Ned,
"because then the twenty barrels of corn that I've found would be
forty."
He took Crockett triumphantly into the building and showed him the
treasure, which was soon transferred to one of the arched rooms beside
the entrance of the church. It was in truth one of the luckiest finds
ever made. The cattle in the plaza would furnish meat for a long time,
but they would need bread also. Again Ned felt that pleasant glow of
triumph. It seemed that fortune was aiding them.
He went outside and stood by the ditch which led a shallow stream of
water along the eastern side of the church. It was greenish in tint, but
it was water, water which would keep the life in their bodies while they
fought off the hosts of Santa Anna.
The sun was now past the zenith, and since the Norther had ceased to
blow there was a spring warmth in the air. Ned, conscious now that he
was stained with the dirt and dust of flight and haste, bathed his face
and hands in the water of the ditch and combed his thick brown hair as
well as he could with his fingers.
"Good work, my lad," said a hearty voice beside him. "It shows that you
have a cool brain and an orderly mind."
Davy Crockett, who was always neat, also bathed his own face and hands
in the ditch.
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