Now and then gay shouts
came from the streets below. The Mexicans of Bexar were disturbed little
by the great numbers of their people who had fallen at the Alamo. The
dead were from the far valleys of Mexico, and were strangers.
Ned afterward thought that he must have slept a little toward twilight,
but he was never sure of it. He saw the sun set, and the gray and silent
Alamo sink away into the darkness. Then he slipped from the roof,
anxious to be away before the town was illuminated. He had no difficulty
at all in passing unnoticed through the streets, and he made his way
straight for the Alamo.
He was reckoning very shrewdly now. He knew that the superstitious
Mexicans would avoid the mission at night as a place thronged with
ghosts, and that Santa Anna would not need to post any guard within
those walls. He would pass through the inclosures, then over the lower
barriers by which the Mexicans had entered, and thence into the darkness
beyond.
It seemed to him the best road to escape, and he had another object also
in entering the Alamo. The defenders had had three or four rifles
apiece, and he was convinced that somewhere in the rooms he would find a
good one, with sufficient ammunition.
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