"
Ned wandered back toward the convent yard. It was now late, but a clear
moon was shining. He saw the figures of the sentinels clearly on the
walls, but he was confident that no attack would be made by the Mexicans
that night. His great tension and excitement began to relax and he felt
that he could sleep.
He decided that the old hospital would be a good place, and, taking his
blankets, he entered the long room of that building. Only the moonlight
shone there, but a friendly voice hailed him at once.
"It's time you were hunting rest, Ned," said Davy Crockett. "I saw you
wanderin' 'roun' as if you was carryin' the world on your shoulders, but
I didn't say anything. I knew that you would come to if left to
yourself. There's a place over there by the wall where the floor seems
to be a little softer than it is most everywhere else. Take it an' enjoy
it."
Ned laughed and took the place to which Crockett was pointing. The
hardness of a floor was nothing to him, and with one blanket under him
and another over him he went to sleep quickly, sleeping the night
through without a dream. He awoke early, took a breakfast of fresh beef
with the men in the convent yard, and then, rifle in hand, he mounted
the church wall.
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