They were oppressed by the
heavy gloom that hung over the Alamo. It was terrifying to young Will
Allen, not the terror that is caused by the fear of men, but the terror
that comes from some tragic mystery that is more than half guessed.
Nearly an hour passed, when a great figure leaped lightly from the wall
and joined them. The swarthy face of the Panther was as white as chalk,
and he was shivering.
"Boys," he whispered, "I've seen what I never want to see ag'in. I've
seen red, red everywhere. I've been through the rooms of the Alamo, an'
they're red, splashed with the red blood of men. The water in the ditch
was stained with red, an' the earth all about was soaked with it.
Somethin' awful must have happened in the Alamo. There must have been a
terrible fight, an' I'm thinkin' that most of our fellows must have died
before it was took. But it's give me the creeps, boys, an' I think we'd
better get away."
"We can't leave any too quick to please me," said Will Alien. "I'm
seeing ghosts all the time."
"Now that we know for sure the Alamo has fallen," said Smith, "nothin'
is to be gained by stayin' here. It's for Sam Houston to lead us to
revenge, and the more men he has the better.
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