“Do you think Fannin will get through?” asked Houston.

“I don’t,” replied Smith decidedly, “an’ if he did it would just mean the loss of more good men for us.  What do you think about it, Hank?”

“The same that you do,” replied Karnes.

Houston pondered over their words a long time.  He knew that they were thoroughly acquainted with Texas and the temper of its people, and he relied greatly on their judgment.  When he went back in the room which was used as a convention hall Smith and Karnes remained outside.

Smith sat down on the grass, lighted a pipe and began to smoke deliberately.  Karnes also sat down on the grass, lighted his own pipe and smoked with equal deliberation.  Each man rested his rifle across his knees.

“Looks bad,” said Smith.

“Powerful bad.”

“Almighty bad.”

“Talkin’s no good when the enemy’s shootin’.”

“Reckon there’s nothin’ left for us but this,” tapping the barrel of his rifle significantly.

“Only tool that’s left for us to use.”

“Reckon we’ll soon have as many chances as we want to use it, an’ more.”

“Reckon you’re Almighty right.”

“An’ we’ll be there every time.”

The two men reached over and shook hands deliberately.  Houston by and by came out again, and saw them sitting there smoking, two images of patience and quiet.

“Boys,” he said, “you’re not taking much part in the proceedings.”

“Not much, just yet, Colonel Sam,” replied Smith, “but we’re waitin’.  I reckon that to-morrow you’ll declare Texas free an’ independent, a great an’ good republic.  An’ as there ain’t sixty of you to declare it, mebbe you’ll need the help of some fellows like Hank an’ me to make them resolutions come true.”

“We will,” said Houston, “and we know that we can rely upon you.”

He was about to pass on, but he changed his mind and sat down with the men.  Houston was a singular character.  He had been governor of an important state, and he had lived as a savage among savages.  He could adapt himself to any company.

“Boys,” he said, “you know a merchant, John Roylston, who has headquarters in New Orleans, and also offices in St. Louis and Cincinnati?”

“We do,” said Smith, “an’ we’ve seen him, too, more than once.  He’s been in these parts not so long ago.”

“He’s in New Orleans now,” said Houston.  “He’s the biggest trader along the coast.  Has dealings with Santa Anna himself, but he’s a friend of Texas, a powerful one.  Boys, I’ve in my pocket now an order from him good for a hundred thousand dollars.  It’s to be spent buying arms and ammunition for us.  And when the time comes there’s more coming from the same place.  We’ve got friends, but keep this to yourselves.”

He walked on and the two took a long and meditative pull at their pipes.

“I reckon Roylston may not shoot as straight as we can,” said Smith, “but mebbe at as long range as New Orleans he can do more harm to the Mexicans than we can.”