“Here they come at a gallop,” he said, “and we need time.  Boys, hand me your rifles, as I call for them, an’ I’ll show you how to shoot.”

The Panther did not mean to boast, nor did the others take it as such.  He merely knew his own skill, and he meant to use it.

“Do as he says,” said “Deaf” Smith to the others.  “I reckon that, as Davy Crockett is dead, the Panther is the best shot in all Texas.”

The Mexican cavalry were coming at a gallop, several hundred yards away.  The Panther raised his long, slender-barreled rifle, pulled the trigger, and the first horseman fell from the saddle.  Without turning, he held out his hands and Smith thrust the second rifle into them.  Up went the weapon, and a second Mexican saddle was empty.  A third rifle and a third Mexican went down, a fourth, and the result was the same.  The whole Mexican troop, appalled at such deadly shooting, stopped suddenly.

“Keep it up, Panther!  Keep it up!” cried Smith.  “We need every minute of time that we can get.”

While the Mexicans hesitated the Panther sent another fatal bullet among them.  Then they spread out swiftly in a thin half circle, and advanced again.  All the six Texans now opened fire, and they were also helped by some of the men from the boat.  But a part of the attacking force had gained cover and the fire was not now so effective.

Nevertheless the rush of the Mexicans was checked, and under the directions of Roylston the reloading of the schooner was proceeding rapidly.  They hoisted the last of the powder and rifles over the side, and two of the boats were putting back for the defenders.  The schooner, meanwhile, had taken in her anchor and was unfurling her sails.  Roylston was in one of the boats and, springing upon the bank, he shouted to the defenders: 

“Come, lads!  The supplies are all back on board!  It’s for your lives now!”

All the men instantly abandoned the defence and rushed for the bank, the Panther uttering a groan of anger.

“I hate to leave six good horses to Urrea, an’ that gang,” he said, “but I s’pose it has to be done.”

“Don’t grieve, Panther,” cried Smith.  “We’ll take three for one later on!”

“Hurry up!  Hurry up!” said Roylston.  “There is no time to waste.  Into the boats, all of you!”

They scrambled into the boats, reached the schooner, and pulled the boats to the deck after them.  There was not a minute to lose.  The schooner, her sails full of wind, was beginning to move, and the Mexicans were already firing at her, although their bullets missed.

Ned and Will Allen threw themselves flat on the deck, and heard the Mexican bullets humming over their heads.  Ned knew that they were still in great danger, as it was a mile to the open sea, and the Mexicans galloping along by the side of the cove had begun a heavy fire upon the schooner.  But the Panther uttered a tremendous and joyous shout of defiance.