Mounting a horse and alone save for the baby in her
arms, she rode away from San Antonio, shuddering at the sight of the
Mexicans, and passed out upon the desolate and dangerous prairies.
The dictator was so absorbed in his triumph and his plans for his
greater glory that for the time he forgot all about Ned Fulton, his
youthful prisoner, who had crossed the stream and who was now in the
town, attended by the two peons whom Urrea had detailed as his guards.
But Ned had come out of his daze, and his mind was as keen and alert as
ever. The effects of the great shock of horror remained. His was not a
bitter nature, but he could not help feeling an intense hatred of the
Mexicans. He was on the battle line, and he saw what they were doing. He
resolved that now was his time to escape, and in the great turmoil
caused by the excitement and rejoicing in San Antonio he did not believe
that it would be difficult.
He carefully cultivated the good graces of the two soldiers who were
guarding him. He bought for them mescal and other fiery drinks which
were now being sold in view of the coming festival. Their good nature
increased and also their desire to get rid of a task that had been
imposed upon them.
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