The Mexican courtesy went so far that the arms of the officers were
nailed up in a box, with the statement that they would be given back to
them as soon as they were released.
"I am sorry that we cannot consider you an officer, Senor Fulton," said
young Urrea to Ned, "then you would get back your rifle and pistols."
"You need not bother about it," said Ned. "I am willing to let them go.
I dare say that when I need them I can get others."
"Then you still mean to fight against us?" said Urrea.
"If I can get an exchange, and I suppose I can."
"You are not content even yet! You saw what happened at the Alamo. You
survived that by a miracle, but where are all your companions in that
siege? Dead. You escaped and joined the Texans at Refugio. Where are
the defenders of Refugio? In the swamps of the Guadalupe, and we have
only to put forth our hands and take them. You escaped from Refugio to
find Fannin and his men. Where are Fannin and his men now? Prisoners in
our hands. How many of the Texans are left? There is no place in all
Texas so far that the arm of the great Santa Anna cannot reach it."
Ned was stung by his taunts and replied:
"You forget Houston."
Urrea laughed.
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