Then they heard
a cry from Will Allen, who came galloping through the thickets, his face
white and his eyes starting.
"I've found Ned Fulton!" he cried. "He's lying here dead in the bushes!"
The Panther and Obed stared in amazement.
"Will," exclaimed the Panther, "have you gone plum' crazy? Ned was
killed at the Alamo!"
"I tell you he is here!" cried the boy, who was shaking with excitement.
"I have just seen him! He was lying on his back in the bushes, and he
did not move!"
"Lead on! Let's see what you have seen!" said Obed, who began to share
in the boy's excitement.
The Panther whistled, and Smith and Karnes joined them. Then, led by
Will Allen, they rode swiftly through the bushes, coming, forty or fifty
yards away, into a tiny grassy glade. It was either Ned Fulton or his
ghost, and the Panther, remembering the Alamo, took it for the latter.
He uttered a cry of astonishment and reined in his horse. But Obed White
leaped to the ground, and ran to the prostrate figure.
"A miracle!" he exclaimed. "It's Ned Fulton! And he's alive!"
The others also sprang from their horses, and crowded around their
youthful comrade, whom they had considered among the fallen of the
Alamo.
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