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"I will send messengers to-morrow night," said Travis. "The Texans are
much scattered, but it is likely that some will come."
It was strange, but it was characteristic of them, nevertheless, that no
one made any mention of escape. Many could have stolen away in the night
over the lower walls. Perhaps all could have done so, but not a single
Texan ever spoke of such a thing, and not one ever attempted it.
Santa Anna moved some of his batteries and also erected two new ones.
When the work on the latter was finished all opened in another
tremendous cannonade, lasting for fully an hour. The bank of smoke was
heavier than ever, and the roaring in Ned's ears was incessant, but he
felt no awe now. He was growing used to the cannon fire, and as it did
so little harm he felt no apprehension.
While the fire was at its height he went down in the church and cleaned
his rifle, although he took the precaution to remain in one of the
covered rooms by the doorway. Davy Crockett was also there busy with the
same task. Before they finished a cannon ball dropped on the floor,
bounded against the wall and rebounded several times until it finally
lay at rest.
"Somethin' laid a big egg then," said Crockett.
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