"
The men turned slowly and reluctantly, and the cannon began to plough
the mud on the road to Goliad, from which they had come.
The Panther had remounted, and he drew to one side with Will and Obed,
who were also on their horses. His face was glowing with anger. Never
had he looked more tremendous as he sat on his horse, with the water
still flowing from him.
"Colonel Fannin," he called out, "you can go back to Goliad, but as for
me an' my pardners, Obed White an' Will Allen, we're goin' to Bexar, an'
the Alamo."
"I have no control over you," said Fannin, "but it would be much better
for you three to keep with us."
"No," said the Panther firmly. "We hear the Alamo callin'. Into the
river, boys, but keep your weapons an' ammunition dry."
Their horses, urged into the water, swam to the other bank, and, without
looking back the three rode for San Antonio de Bexar.
* * * * *
While the Panther, Obed White and Will Allen were riding over the
prairie, Ned Fulton sat once more with his friend. Davy Crockett, in one
of the adobe buildings. Night had come, and they heard outside the
fitful crackle of rifle fire, but they paid no attention to it.
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