at once, and Dan saw the Mexican throw up his arms and fall backward. Then his father dropped like a lump of lead.
"Father!" cried the boy, hoarsely, and knelt beside his parent. "Are you hit?"
"I—I guess not," stammered Lieutenant Radbury. Then he passed his hand over his ear and withdrew it covered with blood. "But I reckon he nipped me."
"That's wot he did," put in Stover. "But Dan plugged him for it," he went on, with much satisfaction.
The Texans got into the house as soon as possible, much to the surprise and consternation of the family, who protested in vain at the intrusion. Once within, doors and windows were barricaded, and the residence turned into a veritable fort.
It was now growing daylight, and without delay the Mexicans began a furious onslaught. The crack of musketry and the roaring of cannon was incessant, but the Texans were wise enough to keep out of sight, and but little damage to human life was done. The Texans stationed themselves at convenient loopholes and calmly picked off every Mexican soldier who showed himself within range.
"I wonder how the second division is making out," said Lieutenant Radbury, as the day wore away and the cracking of firearms continued.
