Ned could eat and drink but little.  Nor could he yet sleep.  The night was far too heavy upon him for slumber.  Besides, it had brought many noises, significant noises that he knew.  He heard the rumble of cannon wheels over the rough pavements, and the shouts of men to the horses or mules.  He heard troops passing, now infantry, and then cavalry, the hoofs of their horses grinding upon the stones.

He pressed his face against the barred window.  He was eager to hear and yet more eager to see.  He caught glimpses only of horse and foot as they passed, but he knew what all those sights and sounds portended.  In the night the steel coil of the Mexicans was being drawn closer and closer about the Alamo.

Brave and resolute, he was only a boy after all.  He felt deserted of all men.  He wanted to be back there with Crockett and Bowie and Travis and the others.  The water came into his eyes, and unconsciously he pulled hard at the iron bars.

He remained there a long time, listening to the sounds.  Once he heard a trumpet, and its note in the night was singularly piercing.  He knew that it was a signal, probably for the moving of a regiment still closer to the Alamo.  But there were no shots from either the Mexicans or the mission.  The night was clear with many stars.

After two or three hours at the window Ned tried to sleep.  There was a narrow bed against the wall, and he lay upon it, full length, but he did not even close his eyes.  He became so restless that at last he rose and went to the window again.  It must have been then past midnight.  The noises had ceased.  Evidently the Mexicans had everything ready.  The wind blew cold upon his face, but it brought him no news of what was passing without.

He went back to the bed, and by and by he sank into a heavy slumber.

CHAPTER XIII

TO THE LAST MAN

Ned awoke after a feverish night, when there was yet but a strip of gray in the east.  It was Sunday morning, but he had lost count of time, and did not know it.  He had not undressed at all when he lay down, and now he stood by the window, seeking to see and hear.  But the light was yet dim and the sounds were few.  Nevertheless the great pulse in his throat began to leap.  The attack was at hand.

The door of the room was unlocked and the two peons who had guarded him upon the roof came for him.  Ned saw in the half gloom that they were very grave of countenance.

“We are to take you to the noble Captain Urrea, who is waiting for you,” said Fernando.

“Very well,” said Ned.  “I am ready.  You have been kind to me, and I hope that we shall meet again after to-day.”

Both men shook their heads.

“We fear that is not to be,” said Fernando.

They found Urrea and another young officer waiting at the door of the house.  Urrea was in his best uniform and his eyes were very bright.  He was no coward, and Ned knew that the gleam was in anticipation of the coming attack.