The bombardment was renewed in the afternoon, but Ned stayed in his place in the hospital.  After a while Davy Crockett and several others joined him there.  Crockett as usual was jocular, and told more stories of his trips to the large eastern cities.  He had just finished an anecdote of Philadelphia, when he turned suddenly to Ned.

“Boy,” he said, “you and I have fought together more than once now, an’ I like you.  You are brave an’ you’ve a head full of sense.  When you grow older you’ll be worth a lot to Texas.  They’ll need you in the council.  No, don’t protest.  This is the time when we can say what is in us.  The Mexican circle around the Alamo is almost complete.  Isn’t that so, boys?”

“It is.”

“Then I’ll say what we all know.  Three or four days from now the chances will be a hundred to one against any of us ever gettin’ out of here.  An’ you’re the youngest of the defence, Ned, so I want you to slip out to-night while there’s yet time.  Mebbe you can get up a big lot of men to come to our help.”

Ned looked straight at Crockett, and the veteran’s eyes wavered.

“It’s a little scheme you have,” said Ned, “to get me out of the way.  You think because I’m the youngest I ought to go off alone at night and save my own life.  Well, I’m not going.  I intend to stay here and fight it out with the rest of you.”

“I meant for the best, boy, I meant for the best,” said Crockett.  “I’m an old fellow an’ I’ve had a terrible lot of fun in my time.  About as much, I guess, as one man is entitled to, but you’ve got all your life before you.”

“Couldn’t think of it,” said Ned lightly; “besides, I’ve got a password in case I’m taken by Santa Anna.”

“What’s that?” asked Crockett curiously.

“It’s the single word ‘Roylston.’  Mr. Roylston told me if I were taken by Santa Anna to mention his name to him.”

“That’s queer, an’ then maybe it ain’t,” said Crockett musingly.  “I’ve heard a lot of John Roylston.  He’s about the biggest trader in the southwest.  I guess he must have some sort of a financial hold on Santa Anna, who is always wantin’ money.  Ned, if the time should ever come, don’t you forget to use that password.”

The next night was dark and chilly with gusts of rain.  In the afternoon the Mexican cannonade waned, and at night it ceased entirely.  The Alamo itself, except for a few small lights within the buildings, was kept entirely dark in order that skulking sharpshooters without might not find a target.

Ned was on watch near one of the lower walls about the plaza.  He wrapped his useful serape closely about his body and the lower part of his face in order to protect himself from the cold and wet, and the broad brim of his sombrero was drawn down to meet it.  The other Texans on guard were protected in similar fashion, and in the flitting glimpses that Ned caught of them they looked to him like men in disguise.