"Now I feel a lot better," he said, "and I want to tell you, Ned, that
it's lucky the Spanish built so massively. Look at this church. It's got
walls of hewn stone, five feet through, an' back in Tennessee we build
'em of planks a quarter of an inch thick. Why, these walls would turn
the biggest cannon balls."
"It surely is mighty lucky," said Ned. "What are you going to do next,
Mr. Crockett?"
"I don't know. I guess we'll wait on the Mexicans to open the battle.
Thar, do you hear that trumpet blowin' ag'in? I reckon it means that
they're up to somethin'."
"I think so, too," said Ned. "Let's go back upon the church walls, Mr.
Crockett, and see for ourselves just what it means."
The two climbed upon the great stone wall, which was in reality a
parapet. Travis and Bowie, who was second in command, were there
already. Ned looked toward San Antonio, and he saw Mexicans everywhere.
Mexican flags hoisted by the people were floating from the flat roofs of
the houses, signs of their exultation at the coming of Santa Anna and
the expulsion of the Texans.
The trumpet sounded again and they saw three officers detach themselves
from the Mexican lines and ride forward under a white flag.
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