The rifles discharged, the Texans instantly snatched out their pistols, ready for anything that might come galloping through the smoke.  But nothing came.  When the smoke lifted they saw that the entire front of the Mexican column was gone.  Fallen men and horses were thick on the plain and long lances lay across them.  Other horses, riderless, were galloping away to right and left, and unhorsed men were running to the rear.  But Urrea had escaped unharmed.  Ned saw him trying to reform his shattered force.

“Reload your rifles, men!” shouted Bowie.  “You can be ready for them before they come again!”

These were skilled sharpshooters, and they rammed the loads home with startling rapidity.  Every rifle was loaded and a finger was on every trigger when the second charge of Urrea swept down upon them.  No need of a command from Bowie now.  The Texans picked their targets and fired straight into the dense group.  Once more the front of the Mexican column was shot away, and the lances fell clattering on the plain.

“At ’em, boys, with your pistols!” shouted Bowie.  “Don’t give ’em a second chance!”

The Texans rushed forward, firing their pistols.  Ned in the smoke became separated from his comrades, and when he could see more clearly he beheld but a single horseman.  The man was Urrea.

The two recognized each other instantly.  The Mexican had the advantage.  He was on horseback and the smoke was in Ned’s eyes, not his own.  With a shout of triumph, he rode straight at the boy and made a fierce sweep with his cavalry saber.  It was fortunate for Ned that he was agile of both body and mind.  He ducked and leaped to one side.  He felt the swish of the heavy steel over his head, but as he came up again he fired.

Urrea was protected largely by his horse’s neck, and Ned fired at the horse instead, although he would have greatly preferred Urrea as a target.  The bullet struck true and the horse fell, but the rider leaped clear and, still holding the saber, sprang at his adversary.  Ned snatched up his rifle, which lay on the ground at his feet, and received the slash of the sword upon its barrel.  The blade broke in two, and then, clubbing his rifle, Ned struck.

It was fortunate for Urrea, too, that he was agile of mind and body.  He sprang back quickly, but the butt of the rifle grazed his head and drew blood.  The next moment other combatants came between, and Urrea dashed away in search of a fresh horse.  Ned, his blood on fire, was rushing after him, when Bowie seized his arm and pulled him back.

“No further, Ned!” he cried.  “We’ve scattered their cavalry and we must get back into the Alamo or the whole Mexican army will be upon us!”

Ned heard far away the beat of flying hoofs.  It was made by the horses of the Mexican cavalry fleeing for their lives.  Bowie quickly gathered together his men, and carrying with them two who had been slain in the fight they retreated rapidly to the Alamo, the Texan cannon firing over their heads at the advancing Mexican infantry.  In three or four minutes they were inside the walls again and with their comrades.