"There's great
work for you to do!"
"Why, what is it?" exclaimed the boy, springing to his feet.
"It's your friends, Roylston, an' that man, the Panther, you've been
tellin' me about," replied Crockett in quick tones. "While you were
asleep a Mexican, friendly to us, sneaked a message over the wall,
sayin' that Roylston, the Panther, an' others were layin' to the east
with a big force not more'n twenty miles away--not Fannin's crowd, but
another one that's come down from the north. They don't know whether
we're holdin' out yet or not, an' o' course they don't want to risk
destruction by tryin' to cut through the Mexican army to reach us when
we ain't here. The Mexican dassent go out of San Antonio. He won't try
it, 'cause, as he says, it's sure death for him, an' so somebody must go
to Roylston with the news that we're still alive, fightin' an' kickin'.
Colonel Travis has chose you, an' you've got to go. No, there's no
letter. You're just to tell Roylston by word of mouth to come on with
his men."
The words came forth popping like pistol shots. Ned was swept off his
feet. He did not have time to argue or ask questions. Bowie also added a
fresh impetus. "Go, Ned, go at once!" he said.
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