Ned knew
that one of them was the young Urrea.
"Now what in thunder can they want?" growled Davy Crockett. "There can
be no talk or truce between us an' Santa Anna. If all that I've heard of
him is true I'd never believe a word he says."
Travis called two of his officers, Major Morris and Captain Martin, and
directed them to go out and see what the Mexicans wanted. Then, meeting
Ned's eye, he recalled something.
"Ah, you speak Spanish and Mexican Spanish perfectly," he said. "Will
you go along, too?"
"Gladly," said Ned.
"An', Ned," said Davy Crockett, in his whimsical tone, "if you don't
tell me every word they said when you come back I'll keep you on bread
an' water for a week. There are to be no secrets here from me."
"I promise, Mr. Crockett," said Ned.
The heavy oaken doors were thrown open and the three went out on foot
to meet the Mexican officers who were riding slowly forward. The
afternoon air was now soft and pleasant, and a light, soothing wind was
blowing from the south. The sky was a vast dome of brilliant blue and
gold. It was a picture that remained indelibly on Ned's mind like many
others that were to come. They were etched in so deeply that neither the
colors nor the order of their occurrence ever changed.
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