“Sounds right,” said King, “but we’ve got to hear from Fannin first.  Now you look pretty tired, Fulton.  Suppose you roll up in some blankets there by the wall and take a nap.”

“I don’t want to sleep now,” said Ned.  “You remember that I slept until nearly midnight.  But I would like to stretch out a while.  It’s not very restful to be hunted through woods by Mexicans, even if you do get away.”

Ned lay by the wall upon the blankets and watched the sun go slowly up the arch of the heavens.  It seemed a hard fate to him that he should again be trapped thus in an old mission.  Nor did he have here the strength and support of the great borderers like Bowie and Crockett.  He missed them most of all now.

The day passed slowly and with an occasional exchange of shots that did little harm.  Toward the twilight one of the sentinels on the wall uttered a great and joyous shout.

“The reinforcements!” he cried.  “See, our friends are coming!”

Ned climbed upon the wall and saw a force of more than a hundred men, obviously Texans, approaching.  They answered the hail of the sentinel and came on more swiftly.  His eyes turned to the wood, in which the Mexican camp yet lay.  Their cavalry would still outnumber the Texan force two or three to one, but the Mexicans invariably demanded greater odds than that before they would attack the Texans.  Ned saw no stir in the wood.  Not a shot was fired as the new men came forward and were joyously admitted to the church.

The men were one hundred and twenty in number, led by Colonel Ward, who by virtue of his rank now commanded all the defenders.  As soon as they had eaten and rested a council, at which Ned was present, was held.  King had already told the story of young Fulton to Ward, and that officer looked very curiously at Ned as he came forward.  He asked him briefly about the Alamo, and Ned gave him the usual replies.  Then he told of what he had seen before he joined King.

“How large do you think this force was?” asked Ward.

“About fifteen hundred men.”

“And we’ve a hundred and fifty here.  You were not much more than a hundred and fifty in the Alamo, and you held it two weeks against thousands.  Why should we retreat?”

“But the Alamo fell at last,” said Ned, “and this Refugio mission is not so defensible as the Alamo was.”

“You think, then, we should retreat?”

“I do.  I’m sure the place cannot be held against a large army.”

There was much discussion.  Ned saw that all the men of the new force were raw recruits from the States like King’s.  Many of them were mere boys, drawn to Texas by the love of adventure.  They showed more curiosity than alarm, and it was evident to Ned that they felt able to defeat any number of Mexicans.

Ned, called upon again for his opinion, urged that they withdraw from the church and the town at once, but neither Ward nor King was willing to make a retreat in the night.  They did not seem especially anxious to withdraw at all, but finally agreed to do so in the morning.