“Until the earth is rid of us we may make certain spots of it dangerous for you.  So, I warn you to draw back.  Our bullets carry easily across this river.”

Captain Castenada, white with rage, retired with his troop beyond the range of the Texan rifles.

CHAPTER XV

THE FIRST GUN

“Well, Ned, it’s sometimes ask and ye shall not receive, isn’t it?” said Obed White, looking at the retreating Mexicans.

But the Ring Tailed Panther growled between his shut teeth.  Then he opened his mouth and gave utterance to his dissatisfaction.

“It’s a cheat, a low Mexican trick,” he said, “to come here an’ promise a fight an’ then go away.  I’m willin’ to bet my claws that them Mexicans will hang around here two or three days, without tryin’ to do a thing.”

“An’ won’t that be all the better for us?” asked Ned.  “We’re only eighteen and we surely need time for more.”

“That’s so,” admitted the Ring Tailed Panther, “but when you’ve got all your teeth and claws sharpened for a fight you want it right then an’ not next week.”

The Mexicans tethered their horses and began to form camp about a half mile from the river.  They went about it deliberately, spreading tents for their officers and lighting fires for cooking.  The Texans could see them plainly and the Mexicans showed the carelessness and love of pleasure natural to children of the sun.  Some lay down on the grass and three or four began to strum mandolins and guitars.

There was a sterner manner on the Texan side of the Guadalupe.  The watch at the fords was not relaxed, but Ned went back into the little town to carry the word to the women and children.  Most of the women, like the men, were dressed in deerskin and they, too, volunteered to fight if they were needed.  Ned told them what Castenada had asked, and he also told them the reply which was received with grim satisfaction.  The women were even more bitter than the men against the Mexicans.

Ned passed a long day by the Guadalupe, keeping his place most of the time at the ford with the Ring Tailed Panther, who was far less patient than he.

“My teeth an’ claws will shorely get dull with me a-settin’ here an’ doin’ nothin’,” said Palmer.  “I can roar an’ I can keep on roarin’ but what’s the good of roarin’ when you can’t do any bitin’ an’ tearin’?”

“Patience will have its perfect fight,” said Obed, giving one of his misquotations.  “I’ve always heard that every kind of panther would lie very quiet until the chance came for him to spring.”

The Ring Tailed Panther growled between his shut teeth.

The sight of the Mexican force in the afternoon became absolutely tantalizing.  Although it was early autumn the days were still very hot at times and Castenada’s men were certainly taking their ease.  Ned could see many of them enjoying the siesta, and through a pair of glasses he saw others lolling luxuriously and smoking cigarettes.  It was especially irritating to the Ring Tailed Panther, who grew very red in the face but who now only emitted growls between his shut teeth.